"astra" poems
Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea
Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics
Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea
Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics
Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion
Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky
Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion
Straight up forever ontology on high
Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous
Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice
Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous
Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis
Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics
Guidon gyration excursion integration
Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics
Chaos charisma objectified tribulation
Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis
Exude emote surrogate extrapolation
Astral projection littoral hypotaxis
Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation
Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities
Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity
Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities
Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity
Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra
Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra
Intensely cogitational abstract mantra
Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra
Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra
Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra
Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC
Such solidarity we created
On the hilltop with the cows
Discussing sassafras,
Our Chakras,
Summer-berry wine.
Per aspera ad astra
But without inhaling tar
We have come.
The cornbread with anise and wheat berries
Cruncy and sweet
Slathered with strawberry jam
Was such a luxurious meal
For us two tired wanderers.
We're left over from the '60s
Living in the past but in the moment
Listening to Mama Tried (well, she did!)
And crying over Wharf Rat
We model turtles, Celtic knots, a moose
Dream of yesterday and tomorrow
Say what we mean
Take a misguided turn driving home
And our minds meander to slumber and internal illusions.
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 3:25 PM UTC
keep the photographs
the city is overexposed again
take more walks in the nearby woods
the world we knew as children
watch out for frogs and detonators
mind the wires
new aerial boundaries at dawn
no one steps inside by choice
adapt to the proper order
and no sleeping under tables
the reflection tower is a good place to start
tourist trap, a certain approximate
bring the thing under the couch
in case of an unexpected visitor
more nightmares cut out of the newspaper
what is an Astra 600?
three different hat sizes
Hannie says yes to ménage à trois
the joy in discovery
the joy in forgetting
like God without a compass
not a lot, just forever
Jan 2, 2023
Jan 2, 2023 at 11:32 AM UTC
Defender
Fiesta
Focus
Zaphira
Vectra
Leon
Astra
Ibiza
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC
wee ribbit, hoppin, daftie beastie
a rebber baind is in tha breastie
thou needs but waindie baindie up
and off tha hop
i *** be laith to rin an chase thee
tha niver stop
wee hoppin freggie tha smal laigs
is baitter spring than sailver stail
but i wud giv ye this advaice:
dinna tak a chance
some think tha laigs a taestie meal
dinna *** ta france
nu laieth flattie en the wa'
laik paice o' paeper gon astra'
nae mair tha hoppin in the aer
sae daft an barmy
the ainly fewture fair thee now
is origami
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 1:21 AM UTC
sometimes its hard
to know
where to push
your head through
the illusion of this world.
what is outside
the portals of one's own eyes
as you pass through
the curtain of pleasant shadows
for the head may lead
as your hair tingles on the edges
and the heart chooses to remain
in the nest
it has made
in this current world.
as words flow
through the boundaries
of space and time
past where
the stars and moon
dreams of a richer
geometry .
For the smallest world
May be folded
Safe inside
Imaginations notebook.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
I could remember the cycle.
I could remember the movements..
So simple yet so complex.
The series of activation protocols.
And the unknown science the brings life to them..
The Astra auras and the elemental mixtures..
The hike into the light and dark wilderness..
The other side of the other side..
The calling of shadows and reflections..
The tones of outer world..
The songs heard past the stars..
The convolution of me and my memory..
The moment I remember..
What was forgotten..
On how to combine light and darkness..
On how to Weaponize my imagination.....
Feb 25, 2022
Feb 25, 2022 at 2:42 PM UTC
I'm not here to write romantic (when I try it sounds sarcastic)
and I'm not here to talk about the world we look out on
through eye windows- it's only earthy, it's only dust
and too much rain from too much sky
or too much space or too much city,
too sooty, too dry.
I can't find the romance in a square of tarmac
or even the rolls of sloping hills.
Give me discourse on the stratosphere-
for that is something I can lust over-
on heaven and on hell and on all the demons between.
Talk to me about the universe, per aruda ad astra.
Write something for me and show me only when I can
learn from it that there's more than
the shimmering stretch of stone and soil
between me and my appointment tomorrow at half past ten.
It's not much to ask, when you think about it
in a waiting room where minds have been lost;
It's not much to ask to want a reminder
that our lives are more
than what listlessly lolls beneath our feet
and that their prints are more precious
than just stamps on sand or concrete.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 1:55 PM UTC
ad astra, lucem
viva voce, te amo
ad infinitum
translation:
to the stars, the light
with living voice, i love you
to infinity without end
Aug 21, 2010
Aug 21, 2010 at 8:27 PM UTC
Proverbs make the essence of human behaviour bearable.
On the contrary - human behaviour doesn't have such a tremendous impact on our thoughts. When you behave, you don't think much. You just do it! And if your habits are healthy, then you're a lucky one. Or a wise one. Discipline is in structuring your will. Strong will and work builds character. They say your character is your destiny.
Practice !!
And never forget: wether you're doing or non-doing
( wise or unwise for the observer ) ~ always listen to your heart.
The heart has 5000 times stronger electro magnetic energy than our mind. Don't exhaust yourself overthinking or overworking.
Discipline doesn't suffice for moments in which we have to make a decision. Some decisions are important. Don't ***** your life!
Don't think too much!
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
Astra memories play forth in my head.
Star showers create endless wishes.
Plasmoid cycle their cosmic colors.
Seraphic tones turn into ethereal melodies.
Celestial trails in the dark wilderness.
Empyrean trees drop their light leaves.
Transcendental visuals of the night heavens.
Diaphanous veils of tranquilly allow my eyes to see.
Sheer emotion alloy.
Paradisiacal vessel of the expanding universe.
Expedition of endless wonder.
Fathomless destinations to reach.
Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC
A small Bronze plaque commemorates
the fate of Chaffee, Grissom and White:
Near half a century has passed
since their final, fatal night.
Ad Astra per Aspera-
a rough road to the Stars.
We do well to remember that
as we make our try for Mars.
The fire was horrific
and death, though quick, was cruel:
Like heretics of an earlier age
they served as human fuel.
Engineers by radio
could hear their muffled cries.
Thick black smoke drove back
the men who made a rescue try.
Poorly insulated wires
had given off a spark.
pure oxygen has fed the flames
on that distant night so dark
Ad Astra per Aspera
a proud epitaph for them:
Apollo’s sons who heard his call
to search the skies again.
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 7:52 AM UTC
PER ARDUA AD ASTRA...THROUGH STRUGGLES TO THE STARS.
The worse thing I
did in the war
was...to survive
when others...didn't.
Always the "Why me..?"
Others...better men than I
deserved better.
Every day is bitter.
A life lost.
I breathe the air
that they would never....
for them there was
no tomorrow.
I survived the war.
Find it harder
to survive my self.
The dead crowd 'round me
wanting to taste today's sunlight
with their eyes
that accuse.
"Macte nova virtute,..."
they mock me with schoolboy Latin
"...sic itur ad astra!
they say and say.
The VIrgil falling
from my hand.
***
Macte nova virtute, sic itur ad astra.
( Blessings on your young courage, boy; that's the way to the stars.)
Virgil - Aeneid Book 9.
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 3:02 AM UTC
A vast wide plain,
marked with waving wheat.
Sunsets of purest hues,
marking day's complete.
Hill of rolling flint,
dance with laughing flames.
Weather dances too,
never quite the same.
Some call us the heart,
with that this land agrees.
For freedom is the heart,
of this great country.
Free is the Earth,
where there's endless sky.
I see its sloping curve,
both continuous and wide.
No my friends,
you shall never find a truer place.
As Astra per Aspera,
and the brilliance of this great state.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
Stars twinkle in the inky black sky
Fire and power radiate from this fiery orb
Explosions emanate from an overwhelming nebula
Yet writers compose prose about this radiant crown
Yet wishers wish upon this lustrous glimmer in the darkest of nights
Yet travelers look upon them as a beacon of hope
Yet children sing about them in their quaint songs
Stars twinkle the inky black sky; celestial bodies of hope love and power
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 12:01 AM UTC
Lying rigid in the frozen dewy grass, breathing fog into the air
If only I could see beyond the clouds, I'd look into the starscape
And trace the constellations with my eyes
Searching for the one we called our own
Remembering the way we lay beside each other one sacred summer night
Straining our eyes, staring longingly at meteors and satellites.
Tonight, those stars so hidden from my view are the same presiding over you
And that used to comfort me, knowing that you're not unreachable.
But tonight, I see through starry eyes
looking down at us with their celestial vision
To witness a bright and happy girl whose smile steals the world
And a broken, lonely man who used to call her "love."
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea
Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics
Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea
Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics
Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion
Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky
Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion
Straight up forever ontology on high
Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous
Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice
Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous
Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis
Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics
Guidon gyration excursion integration
Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics
Chaos charisma objectified tribulation
Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis
Exude emote surrogate extrapolation
Astral projection littoral hypotaxis
Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation
Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities
Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity
Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities
Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity
Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra
Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra
Intensely cogitational abstract mantra
Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra
Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra
Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra
Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
A mouse broke its bones
on my neighbor's floor;
I was called in mercy,
as the angel of slaughter.
My heart was the water
in which it drowned.
Days later, the wound
closed when I met Circe:
my silverish lion's stony
fringe burned away in smolder.
I left her starry thigh,
her eyes like cask strength rye;
_They live, we sleep_ - No,
we're awake and night is slow.
Nov 6, 2023
Nov 6, 2023 at 6:30 PM UTC
Ancient scenes carved in stone
Show us the beards of Babylon -
Land-locked and mythic
In the fertile crescent of desert rivers,
Their reliefs find the ancient faces
Adorned with the finest groomed beards in antiquity -
In the ruins of Nineveh and Ur,
Crowned heads hold distinctive locks -
Shared by the flowing chins -
All with strands of coils -
Long and barrel-thick -
Braided together with skills they discovered
In the ether of unwritten history.
Depictions of kings fighting their legendary battles -
Frozen in the stiff stills of chosen poses -
Storyboarded for an anticipated future -
The deeds are incomplete as found -
Damaged by time and jealous men -
And all I remember are the beards.
Winged Annunaki standing tall,
Hold strange repose inside a wall -
Buried for centuries since they stood,
Amongst scattered tools of stone and wood -
Their legs are spread in a conical stance -
Their elbows and wrists were bent in a dance -
Fingers cupped around an oblong cone -
Each pointed towards ears of a supplicant one -
While the arms at their sides hold a bag by a strap,
Only dreams can provide the meanings they map -
One scene is carved with all human faces -
Where the beards are thick with fully coiled laces,
But another variation of a similar scene,
Show Annunaki faces that a bird would preen -
With bulbous eyes and curved hawk-like beaks,
Where beards won't grow, on bas reliefs.
Mysteries may follow damaged relics of the past,
But the Babylonian beards will always last.
Ad infinitum. Ad astra.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
udprintede ord
at finde tilbage til sin kerne, noget autentisk, noget egentligt
sort sengetæppe, forudbestemt uduelighed - skæbnens skrøbelighed
menneskelig fornægtelse og sorte huller
i sokkerne, i universet
at forsvinde fra det hele, fra alt det planlagte
bare tage afsted, ud i himmelrummet, alene
producere nostalgisk eller glad eller forelsket musik
fra en komet i rummet
tage sig en rundtur i stjernetegn, stjernetåger, astrofysisk
kigge på livets vidundere
ikke sige farvel, ikke sige på gensyn
bare flygte, fordufte
efterlade alle folk med alle deres forvirrende følelser til at rode sig selv ud
som barn ville jeg altid drømme om rumrejser
aeronautisk hjerte, dagdrømmer som altid
det mægtige, det endeløse, det u-udforskede
vægtløshed, universet!
så meget mere end bare moder jord
så meget mere end blot det konkrete og forståelige
per aspera
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
Our hands test the night sky
calling all the stars luminous in this
large canvas of midnight blue--
We are an army of the smallest space we
occupy and yet we sought
for the stories the universe foretell.
We find them in the deepest mystery, that
we perhaps, are also a part of it.
Take me on the path we both chase,
let our souls swim in the unknown starscape,
to find beauty within ourselves.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
From the mud to the stars we sail
Space derelicts that fight troubles well
Running errands intergalactic
Treating travel like a punchbowl in hell
Turpitude rules in the hearts of the sane
New worlds don’t blend in the stem of the brain
Heavenly elixirs must be then taken
Lest those from below come up and take reign
Drawn to the beaches till the hurricanes come
Hostage and accomplice then become one
Psychic peace is violated
When worldly beauty weighs a ton
The wicked are estranged from the womb
Plucked out of the cosmos like a plume
Immense forces battle for worldly power
All that’s seen returns to the tomb
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
I am shaking
Fearful, as the shouts grow louder
Every breath leaves me aching
The hourglass has begun to fall slower and slower by the hour
Reality has crumbled into mere dust sliding through my fingers
Wordless, soundless, screaming
Avoiding the empty, shattered mirrors
Left to pace between thoughts, as my hands do the cleaning
I cut my arms on glass, but I'm not seeing the bleeding
Dripping down my arms from my veins are jokes gone wrong
Sitting, in the glass poured over me, I'm leaping
It won't be too long
I've done a bad thing and I can't be forgiven
I am smiling at the spots in my vision that look like stars
I'm dancing, swaying, to an unknown etheral rthym
The whispers are seeping through my gray walls
Words have become a mush of meaningless *******
I hear the floors loosen and soon I am falling through
Ego tandem videre stellas
Ad astra per aspera
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 2:05 AM UTC
1.
Tell me about the stars.
Do you see your brother's eyes?
Your mother's smile?
Do you admire the dark
or the light that shines despite it?
2.
When I was in the fourth grade,
when neither of us could sleep,
my father and I snuck out of the house
and took a drive.
With a hand on the steering wheel,
and his other intertwined with mine,
I looked to the sky and
he told me:
*Baby, someday you'll meet
someone and you'll realize our
homes are not always houses.*
3.
Hold my hand and
I could be a home for you.
You walk through life like you
need nothing from no one.
If you let me, I would be someone.
I would be anyone for you.
4.
I once read that we
were created from stardust.
Beautiful boy, if this is true,
you must come from a supernova.
In the mirror
can you see how bright you shine?
Your fingertips have left me illuminated
and my spine has grow accustomed to the
constant shiver running miles up and down
up and down up and down up and—
Oh darling,
tell me the sun is no competition for my stars.
Hover you hand over my belly,
can you feel it?
I have been burning for you
for years.
5.
Don't you understand?
You are the light in the dark,
the stars in the sky.
Per aspera ad astra--
Through hardship to the stars
You are on your way home.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC