"antares" poems
Can you feel it
Shh, allow the galaxy to pamper your body, blanket the essence of your mind, bit-by-bit
Travel on a higher awareness to understand the galaxy’s gentle gift
Close your eyes and allow your mind to softly drift
Soft Moonlight Dust
Illuminating the night skies, given warmth of its inner trust
Centered in the sky, a star abates for its enlighten ******
Kindred minds to enrapture, as souls physically adjust
So gentle, as a touch to the skin
An inner space to conquer, there an exploring craving begins
Awareness of self stirring into the constellation
Bodies attuned beyond the stretch of imagination
Savoring on the flavor of the alignment sweeten taste
Desires igniting an inferno, the heat of its flames refusing to wait
Overheated friction surrendering without debates
Runaway yearning weakening in the presence of fate
The ecstasy of the moonlight’s dust felt, abiding to the crack of dawn
Emotions of the elixir slowly withdrawn
A Cheshire moonrise
Always a sacred communion given in surprise
Masked feelings hidden behind the stars in our eyes
Sprinkles of pixie dust as the moon becomes full
Paired upon, as lace meets wool
Interwoven and tenderly spun on a galactic spool
Stars In Exile
Twinkling for eyes to glimpse beyond the earth’s smile
Canopus to Antares, oh how you make me shine
Closing my eyes, coveting your point as I’m making you mine
Settled and glittering as small diamonds binding in the sky
A wondrous elopement to experience in the blink of an eye
Soft whispers to the ones that shoot right before they fall
Such a beautiful and breathlessly cadence to wish under them all
The Gift Of The Sun’s Stroke
Umm, shooting stars kept me awoke
Relentless bodies bathing under the moon
Caresses, touches, entwined souls echoing the note of its weakening tunes
Sweeter and sweeter, deeper and deeper
Bodies fueled, hot as a heater, bodies climbing steeper and steeper
Heat consumes the interior of the temple
Sweat of life, as movements come together and then disassemble
Elated, sedated, dipping in a cool blue lagoon
Kisses under the sun on a beautiful afternoon
Temperatures rising not a moment too soon
June slamming into summer’s heat
A merriment of a sun stroke basking in the glorious feast
The galaxy and its spicy passion
A gift to the world to enjoy in any unbridled fashion
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
You turn me on, you make me misty-eyed,
My nascent science of love, years back,
When I followed you downstream, to bloom it began,
The sight of flowers blossom, in earnest we did invest,
Your frail hands, soft and tender,
Your electric touch, skin-deep not,
You taught me to watch the stars, in reflection I wondered,
The Antares and Aldebaran, caught my sigh,
Provoked, you opened the gates to your heart,
You filled me in, you turned me on,
Oh the Aroma, and the beauty to behold,
Two star-crossed lovers,
As breath-taking as the Maasai Mara, we opened to a new world
Full of life,
Full of energy,
Reasons why you turn me on!
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 5:08 AM UTC
still hangs in the night air
from holiday meals
long grilled
the only light I see
is above
the crescent moon
and a triangle of stars
boasting of Saturn
and Mars
plus the bonus planet Antares
as I stumble
yet again
through the lawn
to find those
half sunken stepping stones
on tilted soil
headed towards the back porch
where Lily cat meows
loudly for her supper
by the back door
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC
sometimes i wish we could all realize how **** insignificant we are.
we have ancient star-matter in our bones, our veins, but
you will never be your zodiac, ruling the sky— cancer, pisces –
i'll never be antares, or even the very sun we revolve around
but still, aren't we marvelous;
with our star-bones, and their burning marrow cores,
with these nebula-veins, spanning the space of
the universe of our bodies.
aren't we marvelous, with our eyes full of galaxies
that nasa would **** to see through their telescopes.
do me a favour, you starchild,
leave a supernova of a legacy
that will burn bright for all to see
for eons to come.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
Rua
Dearg,
Rua, roselet,
Gruaige na fíniúna agus scarlet
Fíonchaora, drown me i do deoch
As liopaí, fíona, Ruby, flesh an paisean
Torthaí agus adharc de neart,
Earthen meirge de pebbled cré
Tarraing mé mar uisce seeping
Isteach uiscígh ársa, ualaithe, i bhfolach
Faoi vastness Sahára
Sands. Tá mé scamall de aisling
Drifting, itching, edging chomh maith do chothromú
Hills. Do ******* sruthán mé mar gaile,
Tá do chluasa le haghaidh doves neadaithe
Agus do shúile, tá an spéir ag fanacht, cogaíochta
Le farraige, le haghaidh a dath,
Is é an ghrian wandering strainséir
Mar a thiteann sé, dar críoch gach lá, faded
Mar an fathach gásach de Antares faint,
Eclipsed ag do heavenly
Foirm, do lasair Vulcan
An tsolais.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 10:12 AM UTC
Rua
Dearg,
Rua, roselet,
Gruaige na fíniúna agus scarlet
Fíonchaora, drown me i do deoch
As liopaí, fíona, Ruby, flesh an paisean
Torthaí agus adharc de neart,
Earthen meirge de pebbled cré
Tarraing mé mar uisce seeping
Isteach uiscígh ársa, ualaithe, i bhfolach
Faoi vastness Sahára
Sands. Tá mé scamall de aisling
Drifting, itching, edging chomh maith do chothromú
Hills. Do ******* sruthán mé mar gaile,
Tá do chluasa le haghaidh doves neadaithe
Agus do shúile, tá an spéir ag fanacht, cogaíochta
Le farraige, le haghaidh a dath,
Is é an ghrian wandering strainséir
Mar a thiteann sé, dar críoch gach lá, faded
Mar an fathach gásach de Antares faint,
Eclipsed ag do heavenly
Foirm, do lasair Vulcan
An tsolais.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
I.
I awoke with different eyes today;
What felt like the eyes of Antares;
A lucid frenzy orbiting
ambrosial crimson dahlias,
Laughing.
You bore witness to the opening of my ribcage
That I have solemnly manifested
for your mind only.
I have opened my rib cage for you, yes,
Like a weeping delicate bloom,
Birthing in the winter desert,
travail.
This is your virginity
Mothered by my violent torn hands;
My bones shudder;
Vibrations of prophecies,
Oracles of each single atom
Bursting within the cosmos, singing—
I prostrate;
Submissive to your fragility.
You colored my skin
With the shade of your rouged lips,
And like the moon,
my branched bones became Spring
By your mouth
Entombed beautifully in the garden of our creed.
Don’t you know that your hands,
Your hands are flooded
With sins?
the sins you have encountered with your victims;
Like me, your victim;
Our veins flow from the rivers
of mother earths chest.
Nymphs with there pale skins;
They bathe in your hidden ocean of blood
That has yet to burst forth
Held behind the enshrined gates of virginity.
I hold you above my head,
I humbly wear you as my crown.
II.
I awoke with different eyes today
Perhaps the eyes of the black cat
Dying her ninth death.
I devise these things,
And I can tell you
The pleasure of feeling
Nothing.
III.
I awoke with different eyes today
Half life, half death.
I have gazed at life
And cried.
I have conversed with death
And laughed;
And by all means
Analogies have never seemed so bona fide
as the affairs of the sun and the moon.
IV
You awoke with new eyes this morning,
A woman.
You are now a woman.
This is the only difference.
forgive me for my words.
-Arizona
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
He sits in his rocking chair
Moon on his lap
He asks his wife for some more ice
In his eyeball-glass
She looks out the kitchen window
Eyes fixed on Antares-
The fish hook of the sky
Mars’ rival in its palace
She wonders why, if hunter’s dead,
She still feels strong desire
**** yourself before it kills you”
Whispers the star of fire
The son sits Indian style
Upon his race-car bed
He prays to Pluto and the sun
And ponders in his head,
“Am I proud to be an earthling?”
“Could my skin transform to fur?”
Then he closed his eyes
And realized
It’s not as they are
But as they were
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 2:01 PM UTC
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
as far as frontiers go, there is the mind, the oceans and
there is space,
as far as points on a compass, there are four, then eight
and there are sixteen,
Of three hundred and sixty. On Earth.
Take your compass to the ocean deep,
leave it there and let the pressure creep
inside for if the needle points right
it will be a miracle, a crushing miracle.
Antares. The first time heard I this name
it was on the self-same Star Trek. Logic
escapes me right now, for logic escaped
us all, when he left.
Antares. A bottle of Shiraz from Chile,
would you raise a glass of anything tonight
and wish one another to "live long and
prosper"
Antares. Fill a portion of space, look close
no, you won't see his face, nor even the
face of God. Some mysteries still need
logic to solve. Even through a four finger "V"
Antares. Meet me there bring your glass
and a telescope, a star chart and the dvd
pack of every episode, we will set the
table and a place for every crew member
and remember
to leave one for the science officer, Spock.
Turn the lights low and with
the remote control just hit play
and stare out to space, sublime
one final frontier, one final time.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
We defied our darkness.
Like Alpherg and Antares;
together with their decaying light,
they became stronger than a million suns.
Sandoval
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 4:38 AM UTC
Dearg,
Rua, roselet,
Gruaige na fíniúna agus scarlet
Fíonchaora, drown me i do deoch
As liopaí, fíona, Ruby, flesh an paisean
Torthaí agus adharc de neart,
Earthen meirge de pebbled cré
Tarraing mé mar uisce seeping
Isteach uiscígh ársa, ualaithe, i bhfolach
Faoi vastness Sahára
Sands. Tá mé scamall de aisling
Drifting, itching, edging chomh maith do chothromú
Hills. Do ******* sruthán mé mar gaile,
Tá do chluasa le haghaidh doves neadaithe
Agus do shúile, tá an spéir ag fanacht, cogaíochta
Le farraige, le haghaidh a dath,
Is é an ghrian wandering strainséir
Mar a thiteann sé, dar críoch gach lá, faded
Mar an fathach gásach de Antares faint,
Eclipsed ag do heavenly
Foirm, do lasair Vulcan
An tsolais.
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 10:13 PM UTC
Rua
Dearg,
Rua, roselet,
Gruaige na fíniúna agus scarlet
Fíonchaora, drown me i do deoch
As liopaí, fíona, Ruby, flesh an paisean
Torthaí agus adharc de neart,
Earthen meirge de pebbled cré
Tarraing mé mar uisce seeping
Isteach uiscígh ársa, ualaithe, i bhfolach
Faoi vastness Sahára
Sands. Tá mé scamall de aisling
Drifting, itching, edging chomh maith do chothromú
Hills. Do ******* sruthán mé mar gaile,
Tá do chluasa le haghaidh doves neadaithe
Agus do shúile, tá an spéir ag fanacht, cogaíochta
Le farraige, le haghaidh a dath,
Is é an ghrian wandering strainséir
Mar a thiteann sé, dar críoch gach lá, faded
Mar an fathach gásach de Antares faint,
Eclipsed ag do heavenly
Foirm, do lasair Vulcan
An tsolais.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Antares,
Mirra,
Octans
Sun
Form into
shapes
so very beautiful
that it makes me stare in a way that I know I am star
Parts of me burning hot and bright
Parts of me fading away
⁃ QΩ
May 7, 2011
May 7, 2011 at 8:25 AM UTC
Rua
Dearg,
Rua, roselet,
Gruaige na fíniúna agus scarlet
Fíonchaora, drown me i do deoch
As liopaí, fíona, Ruby, flesh an paisean
Torthaí agus adharc de neart,
Earthen meirge de pebbled cré
Tarraing mé mar uisce seeping
Isteach uiscígh ársa, ualaithe, i bhfolach
Faoi vastness Sahára
Sands. Tá mé scamall de aisling
Drifting, itching, edging chomh maith do chothromú
Hills. Do ******* sruthán mé mar gaile,
Tá do chluasa le haghaidh doves neadaithe
Agus do shúile, tá an spéir ag fanacht, cogaíochta
Le farraige, le haghaidh a dath,
Is é an ghrian wandering strainséir
Mar a thiteann sé, dar críoch gach lá, faded
Mar an fathach gásach de Antares faint,
Eclipsed ag do heavenly
Foirm, do lasair Vulcan
An tsolais.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
.
Red,
Rua, roselet,
Hair of vine and scarlet
Grapes, drown me in your drink
Of lips, of wine, ruby, flesh of passion
Fruit and horn of plenty,
Earthen rust of pebbled clay
Draw me in as the water seeping
Into ancient aquifers, laden, hidden
Under the vastness of Sahara
Sands. I am a cloud of dream
Drifting, itching, edging along your rounded
Hills. Your ******* burn as I steam,
Your ears are for nesting doves
And your eyes, the sky is waiting, warring
With ocean, for its colour,
The wandering sun is a stranger
As it falls, ending each day, faded
As the gaseous giant of faint Antares,
Eclipsed by your heavenly
Form, your Vulcan flame
Of light.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 2:09 PM UTC
It was in this place, found in the southern sky,
That he was born between two bright stars, Spica and Antares.
Libra's scales of justice would be his destiny.
Articulate, creativity and integrity was his badge of honor.
A southpaw that had hands of strength and determination.
An astronomical heart that pounded out an undying love for his family.
Your family is remembering you this this day and for those to come.
And this evening, as we face the southern sky, we'll signal you with our flash lights...
... so you know we love and miss you dearly.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
Red,
Rua, roselet,
Hair of vine and scarlet
Grapes, drown me in your drink
Of lips, of wine, ruby, flesh of passion
Fruit and horn of plenty,
Earthen rust of pebbled clay
Draw me in as the water seeping
Into ancient aquifers, laden, hidden
Under the vastness of Sahara
Sands. I am a cloud of dream
Drifting, itching, edging along your rounded
Hills. Your ******* burn as I steam,
Your ears are for nesting doves
And your eyes, the sky is waiting, warring
With ocean, for its colour,
The wandering sun is a stranger
As it falls, ending each day, faded
As the gaseous giant of faint Antares,
Eclipsed by your heavenly
Form, your Vulcan flame
Of light.
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 2:19 AM UTC
Antares placidly fades
from the deep and high blanket,
He absconds from being one
of the many faces in the crowd.
He will be the brightest one,
But not on this sky, langga.
Not this one.
Dark and deep blanket embraces
flush-tainted, vast spread;
the transition is both breath-taking
and dangerous.
Inevitable change has come to him
but he's not afraid.
If anything, he's excited.
Your overwhelming orange smile
rises from the east.
Whooping, screaming,
greeting delight and passion;
waking up what's sleeping within
and fueling my dim ignition of hope.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 3:07 AM UTC
Mars, Antares and
Jupiter moved apart, but
Still see each other.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 5:11 AM UTC
Ive traced the stars with my fingers a thousand times like i connected the line of freckles on your shoulders.
Ive studied the constellations and memorized the alignment of the planets like the scars on your thighs.
Ive dreamed of fading into the vastness of space in the same way i used to melt into your lips.
Ive cursed the dust and gas that fills the milkyway in the same way i drowned in the galaxies of your eyes.
Ive watched meteors shower down from above like angels fall from grace and ive tried to understand why in the same way the sound of your voice made me quiver.
Ive questioned the posibility of other life existing beyond our own and i wonder if they have known love the way i have known you.
Ive defined love to be when two stars collide but instead of them absorbing into eachother it explodes and goes supernova like we did when we kissed.
Ive pondered if hearts transform into black holes that **** everything in just in the same exact way you did to me.
I long for an astronomical explination to why antares and rigel orbit the sun like how my world revolved around you.
Dont you dare tell me it was just gravity and dont you dare tell me you dont feel it anymore bc thats not how love works.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
I just came back from a time loop
I was right beside you
You were drinking black coffee
You couldn't stop talking
Your first mistake was the frown on your face
the time and date were out of place
secondly
my mind was in outer space
I see a demon
dressed as a little girl
why don't you show me
what's diabolic love
I've got red roses to burn
I've got yellow roses to hold
I live in a time loop
the feelings I lived with
years ago
have resurfaced
trying to be
what I'm supposed to be
all these feelings in my chest
make me disappear
into the darkness
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC