"celestially" poems
Muted warning
red-line horizon
submarine morning
a full moon wanes
by nature, earthbound
yet of the heavens
meant to transform
those seeking sky
forget the ocean
how stars appear
upon reflection
celestially untethered
navigating the wild
uncharted reach
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
I love her.
No not ******** worldly,
But softly, purely , celestially.
Obsessively?
Not necessarily, just completely,
selfishly and I'm sorry.
I love her unconditionally, some say unconventionally.
But they don't understand me.
Yes...I love her.
Most spiritually, asexually, platonically and wholly.
I love her, truly, honestly, musically and poetically...
She doesn't have to love me.
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 9:07 AM UTC
Women are born with heavy feathered wings
Hands that hide starlit craters
Celestially they spin in infinity and find each other
Stroking the softness, in awe at the wonder of the unashamed mystique
That perpetuates newly hatched faces
A world without the incessant need for reassurance
Which towers intimidatingly over the forest border
Small ordinances that keep themselves airless
No longer striving for the greater force of flight
Clipping away their feathers with garden shears, hosing down the blood
Tuscan architecture abandoned countless ages ago
Ancient in idea and aesthetic
I’ve wandered many miles to reach such exotic visions that have been dead for so long
The heads of kings lined up on the edge of a waterfall
Their bodies still holding onto the swords they clipped their wings with long ago
A little further, a river emerges and spills cold water from the azimuth of God
There was a communicator present at the time of cleansing, unbeknownst to me
To accept ones sins is to be cleansed of them, don’t you agree?
He asked this with shaking shoulders, his robes unraveling to reveal the scars on his chest
One for each pectoralis
I looked away in tragedy
I enter the wooden gate, into the Macedonian fortresses of old
My torso has been replaced with a harp, which I feel these princes pluck so sensitively
I hear the timber echo throughout my chest and vibrate in my throat
My back has merged without consent to a beast that bends backwards
The harp strings have been torn
I am now mute
Raising the weary head of the sleeping dog and the sleeping disdain
I slept in an isolated piece of land untouched by human hands
And sank into the forest floor
In which the grass and all living creatures decided I had left the physical form
My eternal resting place
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC
•
I found my soulmate,
*He defines my worth in life,
My star in darkness,
That celestially gleaming,*
His pure love, my sole refuge.
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
And then the Spark -
did ignite in me terribly so -
dose of doubtful Diction - unleashed.
And the soul needs comforts too -
Soothing for its Aches - Oh! - but the Aches!
It Aches terribly so.
Humanity toxically hurts - causes the pain.
Yet, Company can cure this curse -
Paradoxically entwined with Mankind.
If only all men were kind.
This Spark would surely not burn - bleed -
so terribly so.
- No -
This Spark would blaze up Celestially - Angel's push towards the ethereal beauty - and then -
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
Some stars shine their light above
Some stars we give for merit
And some we watch on stage and screen
Those names that top the credits
Shooting stars endow a wish
A few keep secrets true
(The Head of MI5 – you say)
(Yes she was Stella too!)
But celestially the stars up there
Made atoms for our blood and air
And the elements of heavy stuff
Required a few to die for us
Exploding brightly, Nova’s Glory
To allow us all to tell a story
So what’s this mean?
I always knew
The hearts of stars
Are me and you
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 9:05 PM UTC
while you were sleeping,
stars stepped out to dance,
trees whistled a tune with the wind,
river shimmered a firefly glow,
sheet of grass blades spread cool,
street mongrels howled a love ballad,
cat clawed a tune on the guitar,
the late Ravi Shankar plucked
divine on his ghostly sitar...
while you were sleeping,
world made a blanket of clouds,
crown of a dozen sunflowers
ii
while you were sleeping
I delved out of this dream
and finally opened my eyes,
saw illusions on angel wings,
mermaids celestially sing of
beauty's imprisoning knots,
dazed world of impossibilities,
eternal bewitchment, disparities,
all afire in new unbiased light,
it is the puzzle that binds you,
not its swab drab culmination,
a loop threading in forever land,
iii
while you were sleeping
I fled the valley, the valley
of hatred, fear, the blind,
while you were sleeping
while you were sleeping
while you were sleeping
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC
•
If air will run out,
I will kiss you 'til eternity,
*Take my air as yours,
And yours as mine,*
And survive,
From each other's celestially dulcet lips.
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
*Last night, so enlightening
the full flower moon, illuminating
somehow brightening our words
the sun had gone, taking only the birds
leaving the sky of red mars, the alluring stars
you and I, naked traipsing through the woods
the blazing moon of firelight through the trees
a splendorous love potion, we drank the night, celestially*
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
•
*Come here closer my king ooohhhhh so dear,
Let my tender lips touch you softly in the ear,
Then I'll whisper my love to you so clear,
With your heart leaping with mine in cheer.
Let my embrace speak my love with no fear,
Be with each others warmth in an endless year,
This love we'll make as an impregnable gear,
That no one will ever ever make this tear.
As I kiss you so passionately and sincere,
Our love carry us into the paradise we steer,
A sweet aroma fill our hearts, we cohere,
With an everlasting unfeigned love we celestially wear.*
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
IS IT NOT THE SAME HEART ANCIENT,..SINCE ADAM AND EVE?
TO THIS DAY AND AFTER ALL THIS TIME, THUMPING ETERNALLY?
BLOODS THINNER,VEINS CLOGGED,BEATING FASTER,DYING SLOWER;
BYPASSED,SURPASSED, STILL IMPASSIVE, STENTED NOW AND STUNTED,
BOILING ANGERS TURNING THICK, SINEWS IN HATE GRINDING TIGHTER,
VENTRICLES IN DISCONTENT COATED, CHILLED VALVES ICY UNCARING,
ARTERIES PUMPING, BEATING TO THE DRUMS OF HATE,RANT AND RACE,
EVER SO OPEN FOR GREED, HATE UNREASONED, THE QUICK BUCK STILL,
WELCOMING FENCES,VISAS, HIGH WALLS DIVISIVE AND BARBED WIRES,
RARELY, SO RARELY, DO WE LET IN, THAT ANGEL STRANGE CALLED LOVE,
ALWAYS TIME FOR A MESSIAH, A SHEPHERD,TO BORN AND TRANSFORM,
LEAD US ALL TO THE BRAVE NEW WORLD,TO PEACE AND MANKIND REAL
BREAK THE FISTS CLENCHED TIGHT, MINDS CLOSED AND SOULS KNOTTED,
MAKE US LIVE, LOVE,SING AND DANCE..EVER FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE.
GODS CANT BE WAITED FOR,TOO MANY ARE THEY,REMOTE SO CELESTIALLY
HERE AND NOW, WE ARE THE MESSIAHS,THE GODS,FOR ONE AND FOR ALL.
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 3:13 PM UTC
That soft symphony enchants my senses
Spiraling my emotions each out of control
Amatory temptations blossom ever more
With every second she caresses my soul
All of those words charmingly resounding
Written carefully from the outset of the nib
Impeccably sung by the heart of an Angel
Yet composed sweetly by a young cherub
Soft and yet graceful this Angel sings forth
Pure elegant tunes coming from her heart
A sacred seamstress of poetic perfection
Her voice, purity - a Heavenly work of art
Venerated forever, she sings melodiously
Using all of the notes I have come to love
Gazing at her singing I then realize slowly
This Angel is more than I could dream of
Celestially precious this Angel I have met
Angelic perfection upon me she bestows
May the spirit she bares always be eternal
As the seraphic heart that within her glows
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 2:56 PM UTC
I'm in love with my imaginary friend.
Every night we go for walks
through the pines and twisted oak
and roll along the forest floor
sending ancient leaves to float.
Once, we laid on our backs,
head to head towards space
and synthesized soft new lights
which colored up the scene.
We made dragons dance
throughout the clouds,
eating fish in a serpent's kiss.
Pink and green pulsing slow
as raptured waves and overtones.
Behind that checkered skyline,
through a portal in the clouds
came to mind a severed vision
of her flaming hair and crown.
She has curled around my feet,
hearing the stories that I've told.
And I've watched her streak
across the sky, a shooting star,
a cosmic jewel to behold.
She's celestially empowered,
adorned with patient equipoise,
with Jupiter and Venus
meeting conjunct in her voice.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
**
An elegant queen of my own heart,
Once revealed and whispered,
I am Brahma*,
a beautiful Brahma;
a well built; structured women; a Goddess
mentally; physically; celestially;
but years after, a defeated
women of beauty;
a conquered prey of Men’s lust,
She is All-Seeing, All-Powerful,
She is All Queens, All Mothers;
And Creator’s right hand,
the Ruler’s Sweet heart
and the women of all
that have been and shall be at all times!
**
By
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
______________________________________________________________________________________
NOTE:
* Brahma is a Hindu Goddess and is one among those " Thrimurti's" (Three Persons); This word is originated from Sanskrit, meaning to "Praise" in English. Brahmin is a Hindu Caste in India.
________________________________________________________________________________________
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
When we are gifted with the secret knowledge of life,
it is in our heart’s nature to exult and boast with flurry; this feeling is power making love and giving birth, upon rapid waves of universal symphonic hums of intelligence rooting inside your true core and bursting through your bloodstream.
However,
When such a lucid instance occurs,
surrender to silence,
for silence is the humble endowment you cosmically place upon the universes’ crown, as wisdom is what it celestially places upon yours.
Verbal language can never prove what the enlightening language of silence delivers.
the spiritual light recites its poetry in the psyche’s temple of wisdom that eternally makes up the soul, a sanctuary that we all must gain knowledge of, constantly be aware of, acknowledge, and nurture.
Only those who seek shall receive and in their triumph accept the religion of silence.
true language channels through the silenced mind and with that obtain truth.
-Arizona
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC
I was born into flame
The son of parent stars
But stars burn out
And have to die
Leaving me,
The Dieing Embers
Of a dynasty
That used to rule the sky
I joined this site so as a poet
I could shine and grow
I call myself the Common Raven
But really I'm a crow
Mums and dads stroll past our pond
Hand in hand with little ones
They bring their dogs, some are old
Some are little pups
My parents they are mallards,
Nothing rare as such
So I was consequently
Inevitably raised by ducks
In heaven swearing is allowed
I didn't know, did you?
But someone went a bit too far
And turned the air quite blue
He was celestially expelled
It was the only thing to do
And now is known as
Angel of Profanity
To the likes of me and you
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 12:56 PM UTC
( by the millions & billions )
||||||
come child the long walk day is here
we are not refugees
But free people
::
We are lovers
( & we SHALL love )
::
we are the humans
& hence Spiritual Warriors
:,
We will not exploit each other any more !!
//
We need no charity
( we are in no way dependent upon you ! )
So keep your **** meds for yourself
and shove your **** police state up your ***
)(
we are the people
The children of the whole creation
The mothers
The fathers
The knowers
The healers
::;
We have broken free!
We got some used razor blades for you !
)(
Little sentient songs
Drifting celestially
Holding hearts up to be
The mirror
The beauty coming forth
And penetrating
EVERY source of fear and sorrow
Holding you in REAL
LOVING ARMS
till strength returns
And
LO !
IT RAINS
and a new earth
Is seen
As seed of humanity
and the story continues
On & on
•
&
I LOVE YOU
Becomes a good thing to say
Because the love is pure and whole
And
Complete
And
The orphanage
Is gone
::
Useless
//
And the Light Shines
& we are unafraid
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
I want to be the last bough bending by a brook as a dozen on-lookers overstate the understood in a field of frantic fever-fighters fixated on the moon. Stop, drop, break a neck, then lay in bed and recollect the days before the disconnect when you kept your bright eyes side-lined in complexified complacency while the golden winged effigy decayed into degen'racy. Multi-state probes propelled by a whim skitter like arachnids on the surface of your skin with words like a finger pointing at the sun that stop making sense before their job lies done. Who now will step down celestially with alchemical agility just to let The Spirit flow through them with exponential intensity as imaginal orthogonality skips with divinity? When'll be best to choose to confuse and diffuse every up-tight, no-sight tool on the loose then flak shrapnel to the castle as a billion petty hassles gathered up and coalesced as interrupted innocence? 'Til then these strides keep pace with the center of the storm, just inside the whirling swarm of wailing souls abandoned and forlorn.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
Pineapple dreams
And symbolic dragon fruits.
Get rid of your buttered plum
And search on through the wreckage.
I ******* hate you.
Wait, just kidding.
Foxing footprints
And coffee flavored rat bones.
Stop the trash flow.
I'm sick of ripping my heart apart
Like wet paper towels.
Pressed me like dead florae.
Against the wall and into the drain.
I am blended into ****** strings
Of sadness and wonder.
Leaked acid frying through my brain
Just let me live.
Pulled my organs into ice cream traps
And celestially conquered the
Wizard realm starlights.
I am tired, very torn.
It's time for me to rest.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
My true love will meet me on the Judgement Day,
My celestially divine love is only insulted today,
And today, love will be full of resentment in your street.
My eyes are dark with sorrow today,
Tomorrow your own heart will be upset.
I used to come to your street to sing the songs of love,
But you were indifferent one day, oh my young dove.
Once again I am here in your street, to repeat like a mad man,
Today this savagery of yours will be eradicated,
Because today, love will be full of resentment in your street.
May you breathe deeply, in love with someone,
And may he always be indifferent to your love.
As you have framed the misgivings on me, don't you dare forget that,
Even you will not be blessed with love ever.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
The clouds came courting,
converging on the moon,
a congregation
of celestially
illuminated bodies,
painting the night sky
with their smoky grey, white,
blue, light
cumulous wonder.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
*I came across a splendid poem today and wondered
if by thinking I was good enough I had totally blundered
I read a piece that made my pieces look half baked
One quite perfect my micro confidence she did affect
I read her chronological lines now I reflect
eyes opened to room for improvement I had staked
I read a piece that hounded my ego in proof I ain't a pro
claiming I have learning to do and a million miles to go,
comically weaved in her humour and philosophical satire
which lent her glitters of stars and glisten of sapphire
she blew me louder than the whistle of an experienced umpire
and hit the mark, fitting my mind better than my tailored attire
I read a concoction which made me rethink
for to my seemingly scented pieces she lent a stink
now I realise I have to reconsider the broth I cook
wonder the time to pen she took plus the multitude she really shook
uncomfortable in silent deafening solitude whilst I contemplate
whether to declare my admiration or disguise it in hate
for this poem I construed and wished it were me who wrote
one entrancingly put, breathtaking and celestially thought
she was bitter sweet with the tranquillity of tequila
a piece as captivating as a Hadley Chase Thriller*
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
The sky is a cloudless crystal blue
with a breeze to chap your lips
I’m grateful for it, it’s heaven-sent
the dawn was a celestially stamped, angry red
sailors take warning
It’s going to get feisty cold,
I’m told
about the time we go back to school.
A polar-bear vortex with all its features
will spread its icy paws
What jumps out at me first
is how it could be worse.
if unapologetic nature
pounced sans disclaimers
with a cold worth semi-Shakespearean verse
*What follows, star-crossed
is a week storm-tossed
a winter holocaust
with heaven-kissed frost
that only madness would call a judgement*
We’re steered from harm
by precision alarms
stay warm
sweet friends
wrap up, stay in
.
.
Songs for this:
Come In from the Cold by Marc Broussard
World's A Changing by The Bingtones
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 11:23 AM UTC
She ran across the sky to watch the sunset,
As her spectators gathered around on the village’s square garden,
Awaiting upon her arrival,
Children and their mothers’ scan the area for a spot to lay away,
As the stars twinkle celestially,
In the dead of night,
With no light pollution in sight,
The star gazers’ eyes bloom in excitement as roses being born in the spring,
Her arrival brings the cluster of heads to a complete pause,
Just her presence in the sea of stars lights up the square garden,
Everyone applauds for the beauty of the moon’s presence…
~E.J.W~
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
#*So many people have come and gone . . .
their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on—
as clear as the sun in the summer sky*
BOSTON
Your name remains: a magic word
to conjure nights of springs long-gone.
I muse upon your face, alone
and find my heaven's hope deferred.
Since unpoetic life occurred,
Romance has gilded scenes long dead.
Nostalgic memory has fed
the embers of a fire you stirred.
You turned and walked out of my days.
I never heard your voice again.
Yet memories of you amaze
Engraved in my adoring brain.
In labyrinths we wonder free
to meet again eventually.
(Is this poem better in decasyllables . . . ?
I need some feedback.)
Name of a City
Your name remains with me. A magic word
To conjure nights and scents of springs long-gone.
I muse upon your tawny face, alone
And find my heaven's hope now long–deferred.
Since unpoetic life and age occurred,
Romance has gilded scenes that lie long dead.
Nostalgic memory of you has fed
The smoldering embers of a fire you stirred.
One spring, you turned and walked out of my days.
I never heard your feline voice again.
Yet memories of you, intense, amaze
Engraved for good in my adoring brain...
On, through the labyrinths, we wander free
To meet in time again, celestially.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC