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"gravitationally" poems
She danced across the sidewalk
 Her tiny boots splashing the puddles of color
 Blue, pink, green, yellow
 Her pigtails smudged with paint
 Brown, blonde, black, red
 She dances through the rainbow rain.

 He walks to work, leaden, heavy
 His shoes are black, but polished
 With red, and orange, and yellow
 His hat is dark blue and his coat is green
 His smile is coal, traced in red, 
His face white, with eternal teardrops
 Etched on his face. 

 The boy and girl, young, shy
 Their hands delicately intertwined with strands of purple
 Strings of yellow electricity
 Jumping from heart to heart
 Red raindrops fall up from the sidewalk
 Gravitationally drawn to them
 Tracing their faces before flying away.

 The seagull collides with clouds of orange 
His wing tips blue and wispy
 His beak green as the sea
 Purple fog tints his stomach
 As he tumbles through aqua wind My window only filters mango light
 My ceiling the color of honey
 The air above the floor is black
 The space beneath the ceiling is white
 And everything in between covers my body
 In rainbow rain.
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May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 10:55 AM UTC
Rainbow Rain
Core—molten caramel center but dead. dead. dead. Hot. Bleeding. Then cool, small and massed. A little red button in the sky more than 400 times the diameter of—*I snap my fingers.* Magician star gives birth to carbon, oxygen, and contract gravitationally toward the black clasped to nowhere—an end melting rock, evaporating ocean, stabilizing expansion caught in helium flash—the metals of yesteryear believed to exist inside of you.
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May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
Untitled
Iris peels back three generous petals, ample in exposure, a gravitationally drawn dress, ********** with drops and folds, a downward- opening, bares elegant anatomy, stripped from the waist of a lighter three petals, lifting, inside, reflective, reaching skywards, and naked ribbed with natural frill, raw with the colours of flower flesh white tiger stripes and purple veins, curling towards the ground like tears and lifting up like laughter, with centered yellow streaks that lead into the heart, where another tri-petal formation folds in on itself, as if to contain some sacred secret that is gently holding at her *****     a trinity     within a trinity     within a trinity     of beauty her naked convolutions coil into just the right amount of earthly space, so perfectly held there in the air with poised and dancing stillness, the perfect allure of a delicate goddess, rooted in the ground but living also inside the I, elevated by the gaze into limitless imaginal expanse, no mere flower, in relation                        she is                 an entrance                 into love
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
Beloved Iris flower
You are a galaxy. From the way gravity pulls your lips back into a smile when you laugh to your stellar remnants of Vegas. I thought it would take parsecs for two distant galaxies to even come into visual morphology with one another but we collided into an elliptical love that is practically observable throughout the universe. And as we fall farther into space, we grow closer together because galaxies are gravitationally bound to one another. © Matthew Harlovic
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
Gravitational Pull
*I ask of her, when drowsy, pre-sleep, as my eye lids, elusively and gravitationally, pulled ever lower, a desperate last chance request by my vast audience of too few, give the poet's subconscious a fair shot, a morning poem delivery, you've requested, route assigned, to the front door stoop steps of your lips, for me to deliver, and earn my keep if only a title you will provision? she says: lights out honey chile, as she kisses the poodle good night, you know you are quite the acquired taste, showing me such a fine time tonight, ordering in vegetable lo mein, won ton soup and a spring roll in the summer time washed down with an icy-white Bordeaux, watching Guardians of the Galaxy (Part Two) on the telly so all you and your bonnie idea of showing a girl a good time, quite an expropriation of a foreign cultural potpourri a thank you yawn provided, a positive confirmation of her appreciation + an acknowledgement of her AM order, morning cafe au lait requested in a big cup with no handles, a croissant with French butter, avec un poème exceptionnel the title tithed, poet-this, "you, an acquired taste" please deliver it at seven o'clock sharp, so I may be first to give it a like, read it with my cafe, tho you are an acquired taste, you have already acquired my heart* <£> 8/22/17 11:50pm l
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 12:07 AM UTC
whisper me a title (you, the acquired taste)
One day, you will realize how much you love a person. How your whole life is much like the Solar System         where you have the one you love as the Sun—                                                                                   the center of the Solar System. In this case,                    the Center of Your Solar System,                    the center of Your Life. You feel that you are gravitationally bound    in orbit around that person,    like the planets or the many astronomical objects found there.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
Of Centers and Gravitation
I thought of people like planets, love, a star. romance occurring in orbit. while you thought of love like a galaxy merger, colliding heavily into one, losing memory of any previous orbit. me; a rogue planet, ejected and orbiting the galaxy. never gravitationally bound to any star.
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
space
A perfect equilibrium, gravitationally balanced between Luna and Earth. A place in space where peace gives birth. Earth at my head and Luna at my feet. Up and down does not reside here, where my soul has found the cure. Here I am alone, to watch the Earth kneel to its orbit. Here in this point, hell I can forget. The clouds become shrouds around the wet body. Mountain tips peek through weather thick and thin, piercing through the polluted sin. Luna at my feet, in a tidal lock. She only shows her face, waiting on an orbital clock. Fifty billion years till Earth returns the synchronous favor. Looks her in the eye and and her beauty she will savor. A thank you for the ocean wave, and the path to life she did pave.
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
Tidal Lock
#*Worn on a T-shirt In line with the heart Why do you need it Cause opinions Limit you Limitless possibilities Await, unburdened Being limitless Can bring limitations Cause you are bound Gravitationally*#
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Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 9:23 AM UTC
Limitlessly bound
Alone Alone and happy Recharging Unlike you: The girl who smiles- Sweet giggles With your carefree eye crinkles You who laughs with your sun Gravitationally pulling others into your orbit Magnetizing them with your charm No, we are nothing alike I am stuck in my mind while you stuck in the sunshine Stuck in company Centre of attention She speaks her mind precisely and accurately Gets what she wants And always knows just what to say No, you and I are nothing alike and although I may try To find, the girl like you inside of me I wonder really if there can ever be A display of a truly accurate expression of me
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Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 1:14 AM UTC
Quiet Comfort
Gravitationally bound I guess I'm stuck here for now I'll count all these stripes I'd call it a tiger - the king of the savanna Space's vacuum is expansive, all right It smells of ammonia How clean it must be! But this atmosphere is moving Too quickly for me As fast as it spins Its intense, gassy winds Are making it hard to breathe Still, this orb of storms has a lovely form And I really hate to leave But on the way home I'll be flying by Mars I'll see where this journey can lead
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
jupiter has super fast wind and also the air is not good
We're all really just alone When you come right down to it. Setting aside the biology And l'amourology And all the pooling of resources It's just all about this biped Standing on a rocky orb Asking it to gravitationally hold me Just a little bit longer.
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
Hold Me
what is it that separates the wheat from the chaff? the planets from the dwarf planets? and who defines such matters? well, that would be the International Astronomical Union or the IAU (or the I and U) there are 3 conditions of which 2 are shared by both planets and dwarf planets 1. they both orbit around the sun (as we orbit around each other) 2. they both have sufficient love...so that they assume a hydrostatic equilibrium (heart) shape (i may have fudged some details) now the one distinction between the two is that planets must 3. "clear the neighborhood" around their orbit i.e. be gravitationally dominant such that there are no other nearby bodies of comparable size and i write this application to the IAU today so that we will no longer be dwarf planets for nobody in this neighborhood nor any neighborhood could ever have a love as dominant as how much we love each other <3
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Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 12:51 PM UTC
we used to be dwarf planets