"astronomers" poems
making love
suspends gravity
and time
seconds expand
into eternity
we are
on top of the universe
floating
in the fourth dimension
feeling
the birth of a new solar system
amidst convulsive explosions
whose brilliance
light years into the future
may be observed
by keen astronomers
we do not mind
our system
radiates and shines
in its time
nothing else matters
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
You and I are a starry match.
Astronomers throughout the ages have known why.
According to them, you are quite the catch
You are my darling Gemini.
We are both always on the move,
We both have multiple personalities,
We two are like a bump and a groove.
We both hate being brought down to a fake reality.
A great match, deep down at heart.
You and me, Gemini and Sagittarius,
It’s a fantastic start.
The only thing better is a ****** Aquarius.
Oh, why did the angels cry?
We are meant to be, you and I.
From the heavens, we hear the exasperated sigh.
We are meant to be, my loving sweet Gemini.
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 5:20 PM UTC
I love you to the moon and back again...
Your as dangerous as outer space,
as you take my breath away.
Then brighten the sky with a smile and make it okay.
I look up,
There you are everyday.
Seems so far away when really...
Your closer then ever before.
Only for our strong interaction that we stay in love rotation.
A meteor couldn't even break us.
Because you are the center of my universe.
Even the Astronomers say they found the shooting stars we wished upon.
Now others can see our glowing nebulae.
But they can't see our love with a naked eye.
There may be different galaxy's but I found my one and only.
Some may be against us and say we are a black hole,
But I know we are the opposite we are a white hole that makes bright light.
We can drive around in the rover my lover,
To come around, new discovery's with each other.
And maybe one day we will find that diamond star.
I hope you know I couldn't give you up,
In a million of light years...
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
I forgot to pay my muthafucking mobile phone bill.
I tell ya, this week until payday is going to be some thrill.
The only luxury I have in my life is the information super highway on that phone.
I click on a land faraway, once the weirdos at my work start to ***** and moan.
I click on the browser and let my mind roam.
I get to type all over the world,
The co-workers complain about all the races they hate
while I don't say a word and go to wikipedia straight away.
I can spend hours reading about nazis, astronomers, and plants
I might just invest in ear plugs to stop listening to co-workers rant.
I catch up on gossip about celebrities I have never heard of,
and read about the **** they are doing to ruin their lives.
I go to Facebook, where a few people think my words are clever.
Lets me sever the pains of everyday annoyances.
Read about dreamy recipes I could make, and all the delicious pies I will bake.
Chat with someone who slept all day and is now awake in Egypt.
But like I said, I am without a phone this week.
Seven days to let my insanity peak.
Apr 13, 2010
Apr 13, 2010 at 10:16 PM UTC
The slant-eyed
giant hunter
people of Tsul Kalu
came in peace
To become
the central universe
Cherokee white elders
hereditary priests
teaching peace
Winged rattlesnake
constellation
of time untime
Singing the death song
Sacred spirits
animal, plant, herb and tree
The wheel
what is, will be
(*The ancient Chinese were
the greatest astronomers.
Later in the 1400's their
massive treasure fleets
mapped the World
The Yuki, Navajo, Apache,
Yuchis, Ming ** Melungeons,
Shawnee (Oceanye ** Sioux,
Cree Ojibuwa and Moskoke
have Chinese ancestors
some claimed to be Chinese
European explorers told of
elders speaking Chinese
ancient Chinese artefacts
and wrecked junks seen
History as taught might
be but a fairytale*)
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 5:07 AM UTC
A Comet passed too near the sun,
and was filmed disintegrating..
Perhaps its G.P.S. was off
or just recalculating.
The solar skimming comet
surely melted in the heat.
Old King Sol, our yellow dwarf
Enjoyed his slurpee treat.
Astronomers were quite tight lipped
When asked to speak upon it
All I got from one stargazer
Was a terse” No Comet!”
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 8:02 PM UTC
fresh orange clementines on a
white kitchen counter,
incongruous with a windowed view of
white winter's barometric pressures.
eye illusions,
making no sense,
like me drinking
ice coffee in NYC on
New Year's Eve.
New Years Eve too,
a nonsensical notation,
an illusory line,
imposed upon us by
calendar salesmen and astronomers,
for profit and seals of good timekeeping.
There is no solstice,
no verifiable, demonstrable,
celestial line of demarcation,
just a box on a calendar
of man-made paper,
man-dating
fresh thinking,
de-man-ding,
we gaily clad ourselves
in suits of optimistic armor,
heavy with good cheer,
so much so,
we list to one side
under a burden
of greater expectations
the starting line is
worldwide, continental.
a ball drops
to signal the beginning of a new
human race to
another artifice in future time.
with inebriated staggering starts
over staggered time zones,
thus creating a continuous,
rolling wave-eve of resolutions.
I say to myself,
what the heck,
why not!
if the whole world
must share
but one
global illusion,
this one,
fresh starts of fresh hearts,
is not a bad one,
maybe, perhaps,
as good as it gets?
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
I.
You can always tell the
Virgins from the way they
Glide—cerebral giddy with nectarfilled
Hearts and earlobes full of
Wax/
Wane moonshine turf if you’re not
Dying for astronomers’ loves and what makes
Ptolemy different from Claude is
Given prove:
Equal and opposite reaction.
II.
Shove knife down pork
Wasn’t so hard, was it.
III.
TWO SOLIDS INTERSECT
In a plane. In the bathroom, to be exact.
What follows is not
Essential to the proposition;
Calculate the spatial
(surface area, volume of cubicle,
conclude insufficient is <
where escape
velocity is )
useless to
resistance factor 7 [prepare
for lift-off landing
taxi
To the Bronx of course where else would I
Be on a night like this it’s raining in the parlour
Wont you step outside?
III.
anemic & half-
starved half-
sandwich
go on,
have a bite.
IV.
in arm will undulate bloodcellspouroutcantstoptoowide
are you just imagining this?
What would they tell you in school blood is
thicker than water
i’m not sure they eat
carnivores here.
CARNIVAL
festival of meat.
Flesh
LIVE
trembling
quiver SWIFT shoot through air DUCK dead swandive nosedive outplug
BOOM go the couple in the cabin
lavatory
laboratory? Rats go bang in the night
crash & burn debris over Detroit is our
favorite way to die
colorful isn’t it rainbow—
brushfire—
bruises and fire storms out and around the
populace to decimate seems like mating by a factor of ten
V; or. X^2+i(70x7)=
aftermath:
my ex squared
with me seventy times
seven
equals in
fortitude (labor-intensive)
tea costs sixpence in dallas what about
you so
integral to my
being that sometimes I wonder if you’re just
imaginary or if
what it takes to be transcendental is
beyond what’s rational or even what’s
real to me:
eight is
enough for the eggs.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
The stars are out tonight
I gaze at them from my yard
My hair spread out on the grass
My mind races
Focused on how far away these glittering lights are
An entire universe is out there
But it was not made for me
I am small
But can a light still burn inside me?
Especially if I feel so dark?
I like to think we are all stars
And astronomers at the same time
Searching for our place in the galaxy
Will you be a star with me?
With you I no longer feel dimmed
Can you let me illuminate your world?
I’ve been pulled in by your gravity
There’s no way to leave your orbit now
Even if I wanted to
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
its coincidental that we are reading The Scarlet Letter in class
it goes hand and hand with my regrets
a constant reminder.
rather than eating away at me
the guilt grows inside of me
except it lasts more than nine months.
similar to Chillingworth my soul is "lonely and chill"
i've tossed aside every good thing
like a scratched record or old worn-down novels.
there's a strange illusion between who i am and who i appear to be
like my favorite halloween costume
except there are no treats only tricks.
i'd be Hester Prynne's best friend
we could relate and count our flaws like astronomers count the stars
we'd compare who is worse
us or satan.
she wears her "A" i wear my smile
but we both wear shame as well as we wear our favorite dress
every lie threaded together to form the perfect sin
the same gown we wear on our deathbed.
the secrets flow within my veins
sometimes i wonder where all my blood has gone
it dropped to my feet making them deadweights
except the only weight is the consequences on my shoulders.
guilt.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
"How beautiful are your tents, O Jacob,
Your dwelling places, O Israel!"
Thy children gather,
telescoping generations,
O Jacob, what do thine eyes ascertain.
what history do they memorize?
Coalescing younger star clusters,
disparate related families uniting,
embedding as a single unity,
a star cloud,
shedding a new light,
the astronomers awed, witnesses,
a super-star cluster birthed.
The beauty of thy tents,
thy wealth, O Jacob,
is their multiplicity,
their construct and content.
The web of thy tissue,
bindings, linkages,
what resides within thy tents,
acknowledge, testify, that
the strength of thy issue,
are the Matriarchs,
managers of thy destiny,
mothers of thy dynasty,
The Sarah's, Leah's, the Rachel's,
the Fay's, the Ginger's, the Miriam's
these jewels bedeck, beautify,
brides and bridles of thy tents,
master mistresses of thy dwellings,
without them, O Jacob,
you, but, just,
another desert tribe.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
I grew up knowing we are a broken race,
A race that changes smiles to frowns on everyone's face,
A race of pity, a race of self destruction,
A race of slaves, a race of savages.
I grew up knowing that we are the poison to the sea,
Acid to the earth
And pollution to the air.
I grew up embarassed of my colour,
Embarassed of my Nation,
Embarassed of my Continent...
I guess I didn't know better
That one day I will discover of our Greatness.
I discovered that our forefathers walked all four corners of the Earth.
Let me rephrase that...
Our forefathers were acknowledged in all corners of the Earth.
I discovered we were once tutors of the world,
We were once Astronomers of the stars,
Travellers of Mother Earth,
Doctors to the sick
And Founders of great kingdoms like Cambodia, parts of Egypt, America etc...
We were founders of some of the world's oldest civilisations,
The olmec vivilization.
African child, how far have you fallen?
I get so much joy and pride when I look back,
Back beyond the slave's era,
Further before the missionaries,
The beauty I see.
I am overwhelmed by the greatness of our Africanism.
Where did it all go wrong?
We have such great history
But it all sounds like a myth or a mystery
Especially when I say that we once walked tall and high in the foreign lands of America,
Not as slaves but as residents and rulers.
Our history shouts of our greatness,
It tells us that the first man to be saluted as Emperor of China
Was the son of the soil, the son of Africa.
Our history tells a story of our existence in India,
Our great kingdoms in Cambodia and Scotland.
Our history even goes back further to the ancient times of the Bible.
It speaks of ****** a great man in the eyes of the Lord,
The father of Cush, the founder of Cushite, a black nation.
It saddens me to see us disrespect our elders like this
For they hold our rich history.
They hold the bridges we have forgotten,
They hold the secrets of our Nation.
They were there when mama Africa gave birth to us
And we will weep when mama Africa swallows them up.
We will not cry for they have gone
But we will cry for the knowledge we have buried.
If you don't believe me ask the sage Ntate Credo Mutwa.
Wake up Africa. Wake up and Rise...
Rise African Child!
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
Spaceman with galaxies tied to fingertips
Like a puppet you make the universe dance
You are their creator with strings of umbilical cords
Freckles scattered on your nose were the original constellations
Pensive eyes, the first stars and each blink causes galactic explosions
Astronomers were unable to properly trace origins but I did the moment you entered my orbit
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
We both traced the constellations
those that were unknown
the stars danced to a different tune last night
Those we called our own
The astronomers stencilled each complicated line
With our bare hands we scratched each curve
We may have not heard yet
We've built a universe of our own
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
You ever have those days when you'd rather take the long way home?
With headphones on
Ignoring your heart beat
Trying not to crack like promises and iphone screens...
Well honestly,
You ripped the spine off of my notebook paper skeleton and crumpled it into the shape of your fists until it was nothing but a broken haiku:
What is love without
Lighting matches in the dark
Drenched in gasoline
You wear the whites of your eyes like flags when we touch
Like giving up is an option
And I'm trying to rewind the cassette tape memories to the beginning when smiles decorated our faces and I didn't know your full name or that you love orange juice and comic books
We're just kids in love with following fault lines to their breaking points and drawing assumptions on sidewalks while it rains. Raised on etch a sketch commitments that fade when shaken
We have no connection to the word 'stay'
**** the Christmas lights in your eyes, they don't stay up all year like I had hoped and I wore red lipstick to stop myself from kissing you and you stopped gelling your hair back like permission for me to massage your aching head, knead out any leftover thoughts of 'slow down'
But that was centuries ago and by centuries I mean lifetimes ago and maybe our souls have agreed to meet in some silent studio where you paint me abstract on subservient canvases and you'd feel like Salvador Dali as you melt clocks on my wrist to leave our moments up for interpretation...
We will not touch again, we had our last hug and the bass of our pulse has weakened so the memories don't keep us up at night
They have become elevator music in the back of our minds because we don't want to forget the sound of 'I love you'
Like astronomers falling in love with a blank sky, darling, it's in our nature to chase after the stars that chase after the moon that chases after the sun that chases after the world that chases after this idea of love.
Lets fold our empty spaces into intricate origami haikus like...
We ran out of glue
Stationary paper cranes
We burn down in flames
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
in a cathedral of my own making
i am dust basked in sun light
with hands stretched out
to love the pillars
that have held me up
when the stained glass windows
were celebrated for the
light they let in
and the most divine part of me
the cracks of my temple at
the bottom of my spine were
left to widen like horizons
begging to be spread farther
were left like myths untold
but all the stories are true
and the smallest parts of me
are not fables and myths
left to keep your imagination
alive and you afloat
the smallest parts of me
are particles that have
held me up longer
than you have
and i may be alone
just as many of us are
but who has time to
count a star
when astronomers count
galaxies on the tips of their fingers
and i am but an atom of the universe
just as we all are
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
I met someone like you
In a sense that he possessed the same
Spirit as you,
With old passion that boils for the written word
See, he had the fire you had
The kind that enflames the heart,
Engulfs every part of the body,
The bright yellow that means destruction for those who dare to
Envision what lies behind the concrete walls
But he, better.
With a soul that lusted for the truth in things, only to find the truth couldn't be found in things we saw but in what we felt
But you wanted to see what could only be felt
I did meet someone like you,
Only he had a tenderness your hands couldn't have ever known,
Your heart wouldn't have bothered to attempt to give, or attempt to accept
Your mind wouldn't have fathomed-it goes against your illogical logic
(Narcissists aren't emotional when it doesn't concern them)
And your eyes couldn't see though wide open, because your heart is closed
He looked at me like the astronomers had conspired with the stars for me to find him,
For him to find me
And they aligned perfectly
As if the ancestors had boiled our blood in a clay *** to forge an unbreakable bond,
And like the 10 rules of life, written on stone and sealed with the love of Him
I guess what I'm saying is,
I met someone better than you
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
I have forgotten what day it is
I have forgotten what day it is
my purpose is to wait-
and long for you to
Address me, dress me, hold
me.
promise me; the blue sky I grow lustful
and drunk over.
tide me over with
the hidden knowledge of
soothe-sayers
astronomers, those
who have a hand
inside of them
and His fire, blinding
and
bright and
alluring
in their eyes.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
And Carl Sagan
Would have said:
See,
This here
Is us.
We are but
Flecks of dust
In this vast region
Of space and time
Or so all the astronomers
Gravely would
Have us say.
And who are we
To argue?
When God created the universe
We were an afterthought:
It is possible.
Breathed life into us
And left us
To float
And spin
And twist like tiny
Wind up toys
And see for ourselves
One day the
Irony of it all. See
Maybe past it,
Around it,
Bend over sideways
And squint
And leer
Over ourselves
And towards
The slit-narrow
Windows of
Our homes,
And look
Forward.
And trace the
Hums of colors
Hanging forth
On the edge
Of our galaxies.
And come forth
And marvel at
The magnitude of
Our inheritance.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
they say men are from Mars
and women are from Venus
but i wonder what takes so long
for us to cross paths
perhaps
it's what the astronomers tried to declare
that Mars and Venus never does
and will never intersect orbits
with millions of miles in between them
or what the astrologers tried to foretell
that a love unknown as a nameless star
can never really shine in the first place
because of the thousands of miles between us
but even if it takes an infinity of time or space
for us to reach one another
i would still stay and wait
by your side, i will hover
what matters for now is
i found you
amidst many others
i saw you
even in the dark
and i love you so
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 7:00 AM UTC
Diastolic memory fills mind with blood
Heart purges other unforgettable serum
Gushing in and out; valediction, invasion
Scent left on bed sheets binomial theorem
Calculus, physics computing mnemonics us
Trust not sum of it, exponents baying flux
Participles and components abject humbling
Stumbling bio discourse create sedentary crux
Stupefying brain surgeons, those of heart too
Call in mathematicians, astronomers as well
No making sense of it, linguistic doctorates few
To tell of this push-pull sensory denoting hell
Not much time to live after lungs dispensed
Entrenched questions remain to be adoring
Extravagantly historians exploring
Unanswerable examining of this imploring
Must breathe the linens till all dissipation
Your essence in the ether of our resting
Place turned into mad languid laboratory
Conjuring back moments I am requesting
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
how can we prevent
the impact which shall take place
there is going to be an asteroid
crashing into the earth's space
we have no protection system developed yet
to make the asteroid
veer away from of our comic net
it'll will hurtle towards earth
at an super fast speed
as it enters our gravity
everything shall be wiped out
its force
shall be great in clout
the astronomers
can see it coming
we'll be the next lot of dinosaurs
completely expunged
from the earth's terrain
each night
one lies awake
with the vision of an asteroid
drawn in one's mind
thinking and pondering
on the erasure
of all mankind
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
The cold, hard numbers
That our most established scientists
Now conceive
Whether astronomers or physicists,
Leave us with no other choice than to
Make peace with the fact that somebody;
Something out there has
Complete control over our every detail.
And as Sir David F. Attenborough
Would say when witnessing
Some incomprehensible horror of Nature:
One must let it take its course.
We **** **** laugh and cherish.
But do we?
There is more to Earth than her worst.
Perhaps we are left with the words of
New Agers, hippies and
Mushroom eaters in the end
To describe reality at last.
Or the poets. Lest we forget
The ******* poets.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
And when I opened my eyes, the whole
of the night sky was white-washed—even one hundred
and five miles wasn’t enough to keep the lights
of metropolitan Columbus from blocking out
the stars. In my drunkenness, there lying
by the lakeside, I perceived the three-dimensionality
of space, and at first, I was awestruck by that vision,
but then one of the stars started shooting, as the astronomers
had predicted, and with my mouth still wide open, I realized
that the shooting star was just a moth, and not
the dust of a comet. The three-dimensional vision I’d perceived
an illusion, the picture dissolved, and there I was
again basking in the two-dimensional darkness
that even one hundred and five miles couldn’t make black.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
Slaughter me not in the shadows of time.
Far reaching.
The beautiful universe doth climb.
Takes me out.
Not stresses me out.
The universe she does expand.
In beauty.
Ad infinitum!
She is the universe,
She is always in demand.
Sought out by astronomers.
From eons gone by.
Discovering evolution from the sands of time.
I do not matter.
You do not matter.
Only matter matters.
The star child and the moonshine.
Walk by,
Hands clasped tight.
Side by side.
With infinite rights of passage.
Ultimate rights to write!
VVV. Glory to the lady, the lady poetry!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 8:26 AM UTC