"centauri" 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
I was greeted by
unearthly
midnight
or stellar light
I'm hypnotized by
the evening clouds
I espy
the busy
passers-by
or the silly
vagabonds
The round
earth doesn't pause
Proxima Centauri
doesn't pause
Ursa Major
doesn't pause
Colours change
The game
continues
I close my
eyes
This is how I can perceive
the sound
of silence
This is how I meet myself
I'm neither
a nihilist
nor
a hedonist
I'm simply
a monotheist
A gust
of wind blusters
My gossamer
scarf flutters
I open my inquisitive
eyes
I discover the mysterious
scene
Jun 16, 2022
Jun 16, 2022 at 10:08 AM UTC
Incubus.
The male demon inside my head
The astral constellation
satellites off the shores of Pluto
a cold crushed diamond
hurtling in hyperspace
sparkling in rotation
silently spoken
the unspoken,
the uttered,
the muttered and the said.
Gas formations spiral
the nebula of new world creations
happening beneath the cobalt sky
the unanswered questions
am I even here
and if so,
why?
Gravity.
Descends me
push and pulls me
the ground holds me
reaching for the stars
just beyond my grasp
Space.
That vacuum
******* the corners of imagination
and the lost voices of childhood
running free in the long grass
of colourful dreams.
In the blur I see you
moving slightly amid plucked strings
and vintage wallpaper
the garden of candles
flickering in the near light.
The incubus of devilment
and stolen words
to yet reveal themselves
the forgotten fragrance
of yesterday's radiance
never forgotten
just a short solar burst away
from Proxima Centauri.
I'll get there,
eventually.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
i would sit on my porch.
looking up at the moon
and the stars i would
wonder how long it
would take the people
on the planets of
Alpha Centauri
to notice they
had one
less
star
soulsurvivor
(c) 7/8/2015
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
you bled your blues and
greens, outstretched on my
bed, you backstroked through
the stars and the planets fell in
line with your vertebrae, swept
the centauri beneath your elbows
and comets swam thigh-high like
sharks or pistols, armed by your
disgrace, I think, you always
expected me to shoot first.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
Soft kisses.
Who could have thought to be so aggravating?
Death never watched the Spartans.
I feel, as Brutus did, stuck in Gaul!
And Caesar's words do not convince me to stay.
His words are poisoned with too much thought.
My own carry on the wind...
Maybe...
Maybe a distant ***** shall hear them.
And save herself from a life of,
pleasurable misery.
Alpha-centauri does not concern itself with
these matters.
So neither will I.
GRAHAM MURPHY.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 6:19 PM UTC
the milky way is around
100,000 light-years across
which means that, traveling
at the speed of light, it would
take 100,000 years to cross
omitting the theory of
relativity.
I've been dreaming about
going far away.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
*Froom moon to Jupiter
along its constant feeling of
falling the bricks of its centuries
Aurora Borealis to Centauri
sculpting the gasps off air and breathe
We inhaled the gases
the poison of liquidation,
the water that surrounds us;
the universe.
Another planet we communicate &
hopeful we wish for.
As long as the stars
could reconnect,
recollect the dust,
the galaxy that we traces
from our palm hands &
softly cuddling each other.
Cherished every moment
from here to there, &
possibly we could
Plant the other story
cause maybe the sparks
of the stars might fall
back to where it belongs.*
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
The melodious thunk
of Thelonious Monk.
Nobody ever played
the piano that way
before or since
nobody ever imagined music
that way
before or since.
It took a while
for the audience to get it.
Longer for the critics.
And the Poor Man -
all he wanted was a
hit record.
His wayward mind
took him in difficult directions.
Left him with flint on his tongue
a fever on his brain.
No matter to the music, though.
So take it any way you like -
straight, no chaser.
Or after midnight.
Doesn't matter
the time and place
the drinks they're serving.
Not in this smoky little club
practically sitting with the band.
Know what I mean?
Music like this
might once have been heard
on a planet
spinning in some wild ellipse around
Alpha Centauri.
But never here.
Never now.
So sit back and enjoy!
That's what I'm doing -
swinging slowly.
Join me, friends.
Book your flight to
my home town.
Bring your seven-cornered syncopation hat,
your saxophone or any other
musical instruments you possess.
You can sleep in a tent
beneath the fir trees
in my backyard
once the guest room is full.
And together
we can search for
the mystic connections
between interstellar music
poetry
truth
and love.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
My brain was mutilated,
Warped and destroyed,
All at the hands of a child.
I want to rewire,
Write in a better life,
Get the flashes out of head,
Make it all stop,
The urges are overwhelming,
The attacks on my senses
Are making me spiral.
I can't focus on this
With my head stuck in the dark,
And a flashing screen
Embedded into my eyes.
I can't be alone,
I know I will relapse,
I'm fighting this battle,
A war for my sanity.
Outnumbered and against
The over stimulated society,
Victory seems as far away
As Alpha Centauri.
Please just help me,
Help me beat the child,
He is a master of war,
A prodigy of sabotage.
Please, just help me
Defeat my habits,
Exorcise this demon,
So I can finally grow,
So I can finally be a man,
And stop being a child,
Mutilating my mind.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
The star that rises in the morning
Hangs irrevocably above me.
Its light is the product of the mind.
It casts my shadow by the doing of brilliant light. Freeing myself from its follow is a plight
I know well.
You are the closest star until the morning
Living and burning and being in the dark
--the splendor of that lightless radiance;
but where there is no follow there is no guide:
You are a proxminity never the vicinity of something I could see.
You are the closest star until the morning.
Although you are closest you are still far
Even the sun is closer to me than you
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
Hope. What is hope?
Some may say hope can be defined as a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen.
Others may see it as excuse to keep doing something that makes no sense.
But, there are some that define hope as something else,
something far different for that of expectation
You see, hope is not a physical substance that can be obtained
It is earned
It is earned through work, hard work
It is earned through tears, many tears
It is earned though love, unending love
For me, I see hope as the light at the end of the tunnel
But I also see it as the preacher that pays me my last respects
Its the cool breeze that made us hold each other close that day on the pear
But its also the wind that blew the leaves from trees
But yet, still here you and I remain
Hoping for the future
Hoping that you and I will work
But my dear, maybe its time to give up on hope
Maybe its time to start going on something a little more prevalent
We shoot for the stars
why not dream like them eh?
Our heads are in the clouds already,
and Alpha Centauri is only but 4.37 light years away :)
Now ill ask you again, what is hope? You tell me
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
The whole universe paused
Oh Jeune Homme,
What have you done?
Your eyes reflected a picture
of how Proxima Centauri held its feeling no longer;
It exploded!
Into trillion heaps of wonders
it shattered
And it seemed like the sky is falling
That even the earth stood still wondering
But why did you not flinch at all?
Though on your chest I felt the great vibration
Of Mount Vesuvius fulminating once again;
Getting rid of all its innards and pain
As if trying to turn us into ashes
And for that my heart beat races
But you were smiling instead-
looking at me in the eyes and said
"Not a single mountain had erupted,
and not a single star had exploded.
Jeune fille, you're just in love."
-8/4/19-
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
i would call it
magical
but nothing
tricked my
eye
it was all expected but
came unexpectedly
drinking
black
coffee
under conversations
about craters
vast lands and
museums
explaining the
Internet wifi and
logins
to an aerospace
engineer
(we were stuck
in a snowglobe)
we’ve got to think
a million years
in advance.
~ok.
and we never
know when
Yellow Stone
will blow.
~ok.
he’s explaining
the needs
the elements
the equations
all tied
through
Einstein’s theory
of relativity
and i ask
algebra plus
chemistry equals
physics?
yes.
ok. now. you see
-he states
the fission
leaves a proton
out which
creates x y z
energy
to get to
the maximum
capacity (80-85%)
of light
speed.
(we’ll never
achieve 100%
because e=mc
squared tells
us we can’t)
~ok.
now the reason
why kids these
days must listen.
according to these
elementary calculations
we need frozen fertilized eggs.
~ok.
now listen.
the closest star
system that we
can escape to (Centauri)
is 4.37 light years
from here. and now,
at 25 years to
complete a
light year,
we’re looking at
109.25 years
to get there
(ponder). that’s more than a century.
~you see.
we have to
act now.
and
this
is why
i’m telling
you.
then i read,
the sands of
present time
are running
from under our
feet. Brion Gysin
told me, it’s
the
Great
Conundrum
(colon):
“What are we
here for (question
mark)? is all
that ever held
us here in the
first place
(statement).
F • E • A • R
the answer
to the riddle
of the Ages
has actually been
out on the street
since the first
step in space.
mike and i
staring at Pete
thinking of Vic
listening to Brion
simultaneously
(em dash)——
who runs may read
but few people
run fast enough.
again,
“What are we
here for?”
does the great
metaphysical
nut
revolve around
that?
then he explains…
“i’ll crack it for you, right
now.”
ok.
what are we
here for?
we are here
to go
(pause). and so I went.
—————–
running
as fast as
i could to
books, web pages,
the library,
my kids, Vince,
my clients, my
wife
¡we must do
something! that
no one
will ever
see
nor
know
about!
and not one
listened.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
I don’t need another friend
I need my love with you
I want to spend my time
I want to give my life
In my quest
To make you mine
It takes two
To make one complete
The stars in the heavens shine
because they agree
Take my hand
And let us roam free
Próxima Centauri
Isn’t far
When you’re with me
You’re more than just a friend
I’m in love with you
Your eyes cut deep
Within my soul
I’ve never had to worry
I’ve never been a ghoul
You linger in my fantasies
You’re a no show
When it escalates
To more than just a fling
Let’s talk about us
Let’s see about us
Could you?
The skies cry
From up above
You’ve never knew
I’m torn apart
You chose what you wanted
And now you’re gone
The only option is to move
With my life
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
oh my dear, are we not made of starstuff
are we not glittering like the night sky
smiling like nebulas and laughing like galaxies
we'll swing together in tandem
dancers to an antimatter beat
gas giants and red dwarfs watch on but
we only have eyes for each other
and
all the constellations know, dear
are we not the Alpha Centauri of the Earth
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 4:40 AM UTC
Saw you descending from Alpha Centauri
Coming in weightless on Geminid halos
an ice bow of swan cry, indelicate nova,
a meandering circus of flame .
Your numinous vision run glossy with travel
surrendering spells of chaotic design
to palace the valiant
light years with presence,
your brigantine embers return.
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
**The search goes on
to discover at last
that we are not alone..
Yet others wait
for the discovery
that we are alone..
Alone in knowing
that Awareness knows
itself Alone
and that we
and this exoplanet
color our Awareness
as we remain Alone...**
Closest Exoplanet To Earth -- August 2016
On Aug 24 2016, the European Southern Observatory announced the confirmation of the closest exoplanet to Earth. This illustration (see polarityinplay.blogspot.com) shows Proxima b, which orbits its parent star Proxima Centauri, the closest sun to Earth's sun. Proxima b lies within its sun's habitable zone, strongly suggesting the planet has liquid water on its surface.
Huffington Post
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
Thoughts, ideas, inclinations given to gravity
like all other heavenly bodies,
their declinations rendered by the shift of Alpha Centauri
or 666 Desdemona or the sudden texture of a moment whipped with scenery
like scrubbrush or unintended asides
there is no place for a soul to hide,
not on any plane
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 9:04 AM UTC
Under my skin
Cyan blood flowing through my body, sending my heart on a drumming quest for a feeling
A feeling that wants to escape through my knife tattooed wrist
We fall in love and hurt one another.
We live with hidden emotions.
We live with a camouflage hiding scars from the human satellite,called eyes.
Falling in Tim Kuilmine, creating a comfy home for the lovers of solitude
I fell into this safe haven, knowing that no one dared to enter the world of the hurt
Until life sent a Prodigy into my hollow life
He was the moon on my sleepless nights
He was the sun shining on my cloudy day
He is the rain that kisses me on a beautiful stormy day
This Prodigy came into my my life like a feather causing mass destruction
I hated this Prodigy who took me out the comfort of my hole
Who made me laugh when depression clawed under my skin pleading to be released through my wrists
He caused a hail storm of emotion when he hugged me
Here today gone tomorrow i chanted
But he was here today and tomorrow
He made me stop giving the demon a path to dance from my mind to paper
I started seeing stars after months of solitude and clouds
Prodigy became VY Canis Majoris.
Greek Gods never understood him for he was sent to save Proxima Centauri
My love for him as my depression turned into insecurity
But he saved me
For now
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
In her hair, she wears
The beauty of Polaris;
Luminous orbs adorn
Her celestial body.
A veil of nebulae on her face,
Fails to conceal her eyes;
Alive with catastrophic bursts;
Reminiscent of supernovae.
Alnilam, a glorious embellishment
Graces her neck;
Sun-like Centauri on her arm,
And Elysian complement
To her dress of quintessence and energy.
R. A. Tyndall
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 12:29 AM UTC
We are like
the alpha centauri;
orbiting each other,
chasing,
in a universe we can call our own
amongst the stars.
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 12:20 AM UTC