"betelguese" poems
And as in Orion the old king-astronomer, —
says his Mistress
Rigel, or Betelguese, — the Earth's four quarters
showing four points of stars afar;
so, seem they
to terrestrial eyes, that broadly
sweep the upper
& lower
spheres as seen by the sun, by influence divine,
wheels through the Ecliptic; threading Cancer,
Leo, Pisces, and Aquarius; so,
by some mystic impulse am I moved,
to this fleet's progress through the groups
of swirling white-reefed Metazones
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
At night,
When we look up
I put that betelguese,
On a tiny saturn's disc
Molded with our fire love
Under the cross and a priest
Her eyes,
Like a crescent moon
Where you'll see her abysmal joy
You'll get to capture a moment,
When she's smiling
Yet they are blur
Stars, they are billions above
Not so pretty sure about that
Like when she'll be back
She took my heart and soul
Relationship is like Jupiter
Full of never ending storms
Then my boy ask me,
"So why that star is still there?"
She throw it away I guess
"Name a star or a Galaxy!"
Danica, maybe
"Why is it so dark in heaven?"
It's a secret Tommy,
You better ask my love
"Is that the infinity?"
Oh well she is
"Where is she?"
See that shining?
It's her forehead
Please don't tell her what I'm sayin'
I might meet death
"Look it's a meteor!"
Where?
"You're too late to catch on"
You're right, like I always do
Don't worry my son,
I know where it is
She'll be home soon
We'll just wait here my dear
Until your Mom wakes us up here
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC