"altair" poems
If there is any way words can make me fly,
Let my ode venture me to somewhere great;
Or maybe build a celestial bridge to get by,
Vega and Altair be my ship mate.
Everytime I hear of their story,
Yondering am I if it were like of mine;
Oblivious enough, until I found my glory,
Unique however, it's all just fine.
Vega, tell me how you did it,
Entail me to find a way;
Ready to take risks more than bit,
Yet I've to see all reasons to stay.
Make me closer to the doves and stars,
Uniquely be these my blocks to connect;
Chains of flight shall not fail like farce,
Have your way to connect me to my Altair to not expect.
May my magic work right this time
And make me fulfill what I must do,
Rob my soul as I'm at a distance as your rhyme;
Keep my hopes up cause I love you.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 5:45 AM UTC
What's this what's this there's targets everywhere
What's this what's this there's screaming in the air
I can't believe my eyes, I must be dreaming
Wake up Altair, this isn't fair
What's this..
They're all throwing tomahawks, instead of throwing heads.
They're slitting throats with a blade that's in their wrists now they are dead!
All the people dead, I can't believe my eyes.
I'm so surprised Altair's the only one that had survived...
What's this?
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
I’m a wanderer, the good and the evil;
Blessed to see their tears as I left home,
Tonight, under this waning of the moon:
I’m lost in the woods, and this is my will.
These dreams could take me to the Altair,
This is a journey; I trust everything to God.
Farewell, often is love I once succumbed,
Love that no roads can diverge and impair.
I have my reasons; this is just a beginning!
They cried a river, but it can’t bring me home.
I’m a wanderer, lonesome from skin to bone
For I can’t escape from my regret filled coffin.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 7:13 AM UTC
It starts with I…
And one night, under triangular canopy of Vega-Denair-Altair,
I meets you,
you call it M-13,
A foolish and globular cluster.
We muster courage saying: “There are no bodies in the sky. There are only bodies here to live and die.”
I-like-you(s) sprain to I-want-you(s)
And I-want-you(s) will, surely, hint at I-need-you(s)
This will be a lie because we are not each other’s food or drink.
Nevertheless, one day an I-need-you is translated into an I-love-you
This will not be a lie. Not because all poets are liars, but because not all liars are poets.
Not by lips or tongues or even signs-
But by virus, a susceptible core and conception
Infectious only under summer triangle,
low light pollution, and _____________.
In darkness we can doubt the existence of light.
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 1:40 AM UTC
I know the stars by their names,
Aldebaran, Altair,
And I know the path they take
Up heaven’s broad blue stair.
I know the secrets of men
By the look of their eyes,
Their gray thoughts, their strange thoughts
Have made me sad and wise.
But your eyes are dark to me
Though they seem to call and call —
I cannot tell if you love me
Or do not love me at all.
I know many things,
But the years come and go,
I shall die not knowing
The thing I long to know.
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I want to jump off the earth and into space
As vast visions of knowledge graze my face
Laplace's demon I wish to be
But that hypothetical is not me
To witness planets and stars humans never see
Floating in space will set me free
Milky Way, Andromeda, perhaps a Magellanic cloud
Vega, Rigel, and Altair are my shroud
Antares and Arcturus burning up high
Adara and Bellatrix in my night sky
Life like Eridanus, the end is Achernar
So beautiful up close, and from afar
Horologium watching my every move
To Hydrus and Leo, my courage I must prove
Sun Ra taught me that "Space Is The Place"
When I journey forth, Ill shall adventure with grace
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
they moved as they always have
with stumbling scraping steps
that gradually become less confused
my first memory was their eyes
pale, strangely large, filled with hunger, searching
and their hair floating wild in the night
echoing their desperate movements
now I see them emerging from the fogs of memory
their waving hands long fingered
with nails like claws
turning their heads from side to side seeking
stumbling down the darkened passages
tortured
when they found the moon
they scorned it
rejected the pale ghost of the sun
they wanted nothing less than the great furnaces of the skies
Aldebaran, Deneb, Altair, Rigel, Alpha-Centari
but they searched in tunnels far from the freedom of the night
leading to false paradigms and delusional discoveries
where they expected unrefuted clarity
they exposed schemes and lies
still they searched until their strength was almost done
until, at the penultimate door
in terror, they found themselves.
From the Illustrated Zombies 2010
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 3:34 AM UTC
once was a star sparkling bright
towards the burning sun he ran
but he got blinded by the light
and with his rise his fall began
.
by falling deep he scorched the sky
and thus brought others down with him
one brother died and one got burned
fading brilliance, gloom and grim
.
far away from sun and sky
the star could see again
he saw a milion distant lights
and he would understand
and he would spread his wings and fly
back to his brothers side
.
from then, the star
can still be seen
upon a summersky at night
his mind shines starry, pale and clear
and when they saw his glooming light
they named him Altair
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
Part I: Wendy
When did all this begin?
When did we stop caring, stop hurting, stop bleeding?
When did we rip our hearts out and replace it with something devoid of feeling?
When did we grow contempt of everything we see but the one in the mirror staring?
When did we stop seeing people as people, not just another competition in breathing?
When did we become murders of love with all of this hating?
When did we all cease to be human beings?
Part II: Steven
Enough with all this selfishness, all this me first than you,
where more is given to the many, and less is given to the few.
Must we act like dogs when they throw us a bone or two,
or must we behave like humans do?
Stop wasting what you have and wanting what you don't,
in others, it seems to satisfy, but in reality, it won't.
Let go of all this foolish anger, of all this pointless hate,
for it grows larger by the hour until you get crushed under its weight.
There's nothing a little love can't compensate,
and forgiveness is never too late.
Think of others, and only take what you need,
'though your mouth may be the biggest, it's not the only one to feed.
Get down from that high horse, that pedestal you are standing on,
for all your talk is cheap, and all it ever does is make us yawn.
We were all created the same, brains and brawn,
and you are just another lowly pawn.
Don't get blinded by desire, for you will never know
that a single night could forever ruin your tomorrow.
It's time to take action; there's no time to wait,
for nothing is accomplished when all we do is procrastinate.
Take a look around; there is no later date,
so let your love be strong enough to motivate.
Part III: Altair
We may not be able to make a difference to the world,
but we sure could make a difference on individuals' lives,
and perhaps, what we need is a little bit of foolishness
to help us believe that we could do it,
that we could make a change,
that everything's not lost,
that there's still hope left.
Maybe we could still alter the ending...
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 5:02 AM UTC
My shadow seems to follow me.
I catch it everywhere.
I can't seem to loose it.
I swear upon the book of common prayer.
I found it once behind me.
Our twisted love affair.
It seems to chase my actions.
Distant like the great Altair.
Yet close oh so many times,
With such pernicious debonair.
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
Golden sunsets are always beautiful,
They remind me holding your hand, walking along sandy shores,
All the while, speaking of our dreams to come,
Magpies, singing us to sleep,
Under a misty summer sky,
Altair and Vega, guiding us through our blue sky dreams,
Waking up in another time; seeing rainbows shining upon your Soul,
Looking into your eyes,
Seeing diamonds reflected; brighter than the stars in the night sky,
Holding on tight; afraid to let go,
Feeling safe; our Souls walking along a golden path,
Cherry blossom feathers falling in your hair, tickling your nose,
My love,
Who says goodbye at dawn,
Wishing you were real and could stay with me for one day more,
Desiring to hold you in the daylight; my dream,
Hearing you whispering to me,
I love you, keep me in your thoughts while I’m gone.
Copyright © 2018 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
If it was only possible,
To hold you tight one more night,
As we dream of raining cherry blossoms in spring,
Falling in, beams of sunlight.
Our hearts fluttering,
Flying into each other's arms,
Dreaming one dream, never being apart.
Why am I standing here,
Gazing off into dreams from long ago, dreaming of you and me,
Living and loving in a beautiful place?
A place where cherry blossoms and golden fields of barley grow,
Where magpies, fly.
Traveling the great distance, to my past life
That only dreams make possible.
Bringing back love, from so long ago.
I love you!
There's nothing else I can do,
But, write this poetry of love to you,
Words that you will never read.
It must be my destiny, missing you,
Looking for you, among the stars,
Reaching out to you, each night.
Only finding a ghost,
Staring back at me, from my dreams.
Knowing of the possibility,
You are dreaming on the edge of distant shores,
Looking at longing lovers Altair and Vega,
Glancing into the future,
Dreaming of everlasting love,
Wishing for love,
Watching the impossibility of stars,
Remembering our first time,
Makes each night,
Bright as star shine sparkling in your eyes.
Standing beneath lovers Altair and Vega, each night,
Wishing my impossible dreams find their way to reality.
Copyright © 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
Pray for us now and at the hour of our birth
pray for us now
rebirth
Dig up my bones for
I roll in the grave,
Use them wisely, build a morbid mausoleum,
An elegy to the macabre.
A world that's a waste land pray for hope to be saved,
From swaddled in a cradle to
running reckless disastrously spinning his fable,
Echoed down for years to come
A story constantly revised yet forever left undone.
Eliot your nightmare smiles through this
Faded century,
Hollow men we are
Dead men lost in rat's alley
Where we lost our bones to
A false God named Tech springing from a silicon valley.
Getting through time without a grey hair
I understand love lost its way in the watery space
somewhere between Vega and Altair
Shantih. Hours Hours Hours
Pray Hours Hours
for Hours
me
now
and
at
my
death
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
Mars continues its retrograde
motion towards Saturn,
as Jupiter moves slowly towards
the southern predawn sky.
A thin waxing crescent Moon
joins Mercury and Venus
in the western sky at dusk.
The bright stars Deneb and Altair
lie east as Mars and Saturn
rise early in the morning sky.
The Sun marches across the sky,
its centre crosses Earth’s Equator.
The Equinox heralds a changing
of the seasons-Spring
in the Northern Hemisphere,
Autumn in the South.
A magnificent celestial alignment it is.
At the house of Mercy, the cool
evening breeze blows silently,
leaving a slight chill in the air
as the Heavens open up to serenade
the arrival of the Piscean twins.
How majestic is March 20th, 2018!
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC