"bolide" poems
*Milky way around me
stars, sun, planets, the moon
interstellar, interplanetary
orbits, i commune
The heavens surround me
galaxies, constellations, nebulae
across my cosmic journey
for revolutions i'll stay
The cosmos envelope me
dark stars, black holes, supernova
flames in my tail I see
celestial brightness of my strata
Heavenly bodies you and me
falling star, giant star, dwarf star
my love is quasar-like energy
a bolide of us is not far
Astronomical intensity
alpha centauri,sirius, achernar
encompasses their enormity
unlike pulsars, we are shooting stars*
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:19 AM UTC
While satellites come close and leave,
whole moons and the swirling dust
of reflective obeyers,
it arrives from distance.
Running a course through weight
from a pencil-thin horizon brow,
it might have streaked across darkness.
With the dead shines behind,
washed clean in a trail of wild flame and
then fallen, bolide broken into cascade.
Or rising to collide,
only skim the surface.
Ruffle the sheets of land,
wrinkle fertile leas and parched sands.
No, to strike full and shudder
the core and extinguish
light and life.
With unswerving smite.
From underestimated range
and unmeasured haste,
a peacock tail drags far behind.
Each one diamond dolefully eyed.
Is this eccentric orbit
the only the path seen?
Fastened to your celestial belt
and looped in an endless trajectory.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
of all the galaxies in this vast universe
i am glad to know his
his words are auroras
eluminating my thoughts
and when he breathes out i love yous
yeses, please, or my name
it is my zodiacal light
what lulls me to sleep at night
and wakes me in the morning
i know his umbra and his penumbra
his ins and his outs
his sweet-talk, sunspots
his full-moon eyes,
though brazen with faculae
are all i wish to
look into
every moment
of my life
i know the valles of his body
the crevices running through his chest
his heart a flare
his kiss a bolide
our love is cosmic
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 4:34 PM UTC
Can I be every love song written?
Or a longing lost in your heart?
Sweet melodies and
Forgotten harmonies
Are the ampersands linking my soul with yours.
Sempiternal presence and wishes,
Have you found a rocondite?
You will never be able to catch a bolide,
Nor find Yoknapatawpha.
Yet why do I feel so close to you?
A la belle étoile,
Under the beautiful star,
Maybe I wish to be held
In honest, caring arms.
Serendip will come at last,
Cicatrix will fade away.
As I slowly saxify,
Will you ever realize
Now is too late?
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
I.
Have you seen faded flowers in the night?
Where an unknown heart got burnt at moonlight.
Would they wrap pale sunlight?
Allowing petals to sneak into a treasure box.
She lay in her chamber in the sea mountain side..
Fire flame burns the window green...
Wooden floor danced on crystal glasses..
The wind rushes out of the cloud by night,
Stabbing and poking her, Madam Huang
II.
Of those who were wiser than us---
Of many far talents than us---
Pray, neither for the angels in Heaven above
Nor the devil down under the tunnel
For the moon sunk in late November
Without interpreting her wonders, she left the sea bank,
Tears can ever dissolve her stories within the stories
III.
Of the sorrowful Madam Huang
When the stars have not risen,
They gather in the chamber by the sea.
A falling star shining in the far and burst,
a bolide flames transmitted Requiem finale.
Of the sorrowful Madam Huang
May the sky award true colours of the dying night.
IV.
Silent prayers are kneeling there, they seemed to share the shame
Prior to breathing out the crispy air of Late November.
She asked him once Her name.
Of the sorrowful Madam Huang
from the chamber in the sea mountain.
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
She comes alive
At night,
Huge cracks in the earth
Becoming fissures
Letting off steam
The rumbling
Getting louder
As she begins to explode
From the deepest
Inner core
Out into space dust
Liquid fire
Splashing through
Licking the surface
Forging precious stones
And minerals
Scorching poison plants
And deadly insects
In its wake
Enough!
She cries
Lifting her fist
To the blackened
Skies
And here it comes
Into the black
The Northern Lights
Are out again
Blinding incandescence
Blazing through the canopy
Of stars and nebulas
Of supernovas
She has become
Her own stellar explosion
As the cosmos
Flies through
Her fingers
Hair streaming,
She throws back her head
***** in the air
Breathes the coolness
Of celestial magic
Into her cells
The call of life force
Clanging inside her,
The sound of galactic bells
The entire Milky Way
Seems to flow
in her bones
her blood stream is already
pulsing at the speed of light
comets speed up in her mind
as she dreams
of new possibilities
Her heart is a bolide
that is on its way
to explode
After so many years
Of just being
****** into someone else's
Vortex
So many years
just wanting to survive
That's it,
Say the stars..
Sweet Woman.
Pay heed.
It's your time to be
Alive
Sept 30 2015
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
We shalt Noel ourn favorite aria
A chorale of valiant rendezvous,
Overcome by ourn setting sun
Enchanted by ourn moon,
Fixated and elevated, by flying bolide's in the empyrean
Statue's of us to be built, with ourn amour' as its coliseum,
Dozy by ourn ardor spree, worn out from long heartfelt night
Covering eachother with balm, mollified by ourn spice...
The birds to maketh their fly-by, the bugs to creep on foot
The sand beneathe ourn locked feet, touched by the soot....
Her head on mine chest, as this she Whisper's ( I loveth thee mine rey)
I whisper back (I loveth thee more, reina of mine heart's display)
As tis
The passer-byers witnessed two angels lost in the moment
Forgetting the world ever existed...
Looking into eachother's extraterrestrial pupil's!!!!!
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
i.
Many Creation's ago
Throughout the time of the great bolide;
The Chromosphere flashed, unearthly tide's
ii.
Streak's glitzed the sky's
Hell underneath shook;
The lord brought me and Jane together, Gaveth us Bible's as book
iii.
I shalt not leaveth her
In this time of great travail;
We shalt be called up, the word's " cometh hither" shalt be mailed
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/ prophetic poetry
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder...
Could anybody love me?
Would someone care to
Take the time
To discover my longings,
Wishes,
And the secrets that I cover?
Would there be one that
Wished I would be the one?
One he could watch shooting stars with,
Not to wish his girl was one of those
Falling rocks:
A Bolide,
Gone in an instant.
I am a shooting star.
I shine bright enough
For others to take notice.
They always
Wish I was theirs to own,
Wish to kiss my sweet lips,
And wish I didn't leave so quickly.
But they don't have the resolve to
Stop me.
They lust.
They don't love.
If they loved, they would stop me.
Love is eating ice cream at a park,
Dancing slowly at a party,
Doing homework together while talking about
Cheese,
Interests,
Each other.
Love defines a personality.
Suddenly, your world isn't about
You
Anymore. It is about
Another.
You think about
Your other half,
Not yourself.
Love is watching the shooting stars
Together
With two mugs of hot cocoa.
For me, love is a dream away.
Sometimes I wonder...
Who can love a shooting star?
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
Cosmic Debris
Cover your head and run away
chicken little all abluster
the sky is falling so they say
the bolide explosions from above
stole the thunder from larger DA14
but this is not the only cosmic debris
and Frank had warned us so long ago
I'm talking about the jive talk brother
from the politicians that we elected
entrusted our world with
too many seem to think it appears
that they were appointed with papal providence
as though GOD herself, or himself
had annointed their specialness
and dam the torpedos full speed ahead
they rule with arrogance and yet
yet we elect new ones every time
Frank also warned us about the yellow snow
I hope most of us paid attention on that one
cause we can't seem to get the aforementioned correct
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
Dive into the deep unknown
Blue
Of the darkening night sky.
I will be frigid in the emptiness
Floating alone,
No one left to hang on to.
I am the one they call beautiful,
Left in the glittering dust.
I wish I was still flying,
A bolide in the black.
I would be an angel.
Dreaming of the invisible,
Sightless,
Soundless,
Vivid images pouring from my heart.
I am too weak to handle,
But meek enough to learn.
I was once flying,
Now my heart is in the starry night.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
If I saw you again,
Would you recognize me?
Would you look and see the stars in my eyes
And still love me?
Make a wish on me
When you've seen a bolide?
I remember your blonde hair
And your childlike love.
Well,
I guess we were only children,
And then I was gone so far.
How often do you look back and see
My beaming face and
Trusting heart
Slip from view in the back of a car?
Fate has brought the broken
Friendship back together,
But do you look to see who I am,
Or do you see who I was?
I'm no longer little,
But I don't know what to expect.
I guess I'll let fate decide
What happens from here.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
Little rapid tears
Letting myself fall
Noisy streams and it's mockery
A body prostate right between tall
Bored aloud ignore the right to be
My times a riddle that'll never be solved
Where the river ends the sun is coming down
Being free, being wild, being bulletproof
Ignorant in reality and tangled mound
Get inside and grow this crushing sound
I'm holding tightly to the water
Swimming in this flood
I can't sleep and I can't eat and I can't refuse
Wish I could change the way things are
Who knows where I'll end up, not a bit ashamed
What do I hend so I will find my way to my vessel?
Its completely casual to swim in a river of liquor
Awoken wet grass that was held up with a little speck
Vagabond of fulfillment, viewed as an pesky insect
Its completely unceremonious to be labeled parasite
Discolored or harmonious, I see myself as a skimming bolide
The tide is high
Heedless of all the warning signs
Bend me back
With the strength of imprisoned pride
On the brink of the day
Subtle frustration arrayed
Is this hope or air I crave?
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 6:18 PM UTC
My heart is like an unexplored galaxy
Along with various stars
Glimmering flickering stars
Light of sun in and afar
The cosmos binding scars
Like in empty space full of
Meteors
Asteroids
Bounded by bolide and comet
But obvious there is no oxygen
And group of flesh will pay and access
Cosmic expanses
And remain for infinity the same
And soul the tiny atom of faith
Larking in those dark
Conditions meet, meld and melt
Beats adrift
Along with soul drowning together
Essence currents
Fireball, in and out
Torpedo?
It's space full of planetoids
And my heart,
Remained entangled in chaos of cosmos in search of eternity.
©when_eyes_narrate
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
What do i love about laying in the bed
is that i could hold my ink
whenever i stumble down
Its very impressive how
things is just amazing
and how things just work
Maybe words were created in every single details
just to disseminate
the thoughts that
we'd like to borrow
,the thoughts
that we'd like to share
wherever it might be
fallen
or just
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC