"novae" poems
Her eyes were the color of solar flares
and the remnants of super novae,
eyelashes damp with Venus’ acid rain.
Body in the curves of the Northern Lights,
there were stars at her fingertips,
galaxies twined in the star dust of her hair.
Constellations lined her dress
as she danced in the celeste of red ribbon clouds
the storms created.
She travelled across the icelands of Neptune
though days never passed through the tail of Hailey’s comet,
only sulfuric nights on Io.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 8:13 AM UTC
( Sonnet )
I once caught you naked by the sea,
No one noticed, such noble shyness,
Invited to worlds, aloof as sun breeze,
Of purple sands, heathered highness.
In novae of your eyes was shipwreck,
Forlorn beacon chiding the weary lost
Of new worlds lumbered on the decks,
Seabirds caroled up wing, heavens' loft.
Skin, fleshy of netted eel, salt and foam,
Was hide for a brigand, lubbers sessions,
Sheered by sheen, blinding sky of gloam,
Stars runged on their draped processions.
My seal, now fate, cloak within jubilance;
Coral sea wave, slips under moon dance.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
I halve the flesh for leaf
And regret and retreat
This is Divinity; seize
What words He gives
And you are a Soul
And will never cease
Milky Novae, a ****** reborn
when you end breathing
Genesis, Revelations
Endocrines endocrines.
Or molecules that sin
Tithe the seed, breede; bleed
Hatred and war
From digesting protein
My body
For the remembrance of me
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC
This Earthly life is lived in the now,
between what was and what will be.
Yet the Stars above our heads that glow
might, long since, become history.
Consider, son, Orion's Belt
that dominates the Winter sky.
You can't mistake its three bright stars
or fail to find them if you try.
Alnitak in Orion's belt, a familiar
Longtime Nighttime show,
dispatched these photons we observe
about eight Hundred years ago.
A brief elapse in cosmic time
but time enough for a star to die:
Dwindle to a little dwarf or
Explode as Novae in the sky.
Still, at night, above our head
its kindly light will still shine on
Perhaps for years or decades hence
Long after Alnitak is gone.
These words of mine you now consign
as just a foolish waste of time
I hope shine forth my love of you
Long after I write my last line.
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 8:02 AM UTC
( Sonnet )
I once caught you naked by the sea,
No one noticed, such noble shyness,
Invited to worlds, aloof as sun breeze,
Of purple sands, heathered highness.
In novae of your eyes was shipwreck,
Forlorn beacon chiding the weary lost
Of new worlds lumbered on the decks,
Seabirds caroled up wing, heavens' loft.
Skin, fleshy of netted eel, salt and foam,
Was hide for a brigand, lubbers sessions,
Sheered by sheen, blinding sky of gloam,
Stars runged on their draped processions.
My seal, now fate, cloak within jubilance;
Coral sea wave, slips under moon dance.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
Within the blue expanses of your left eye
I see colossal expanding galaxies
white dwarfs, black holes and exploding super novae
vie with one another in the other eye,
expansion and contraction are created by your winks
to complete the picture of a universe without an end
oh! mother of everything, this wayward son is
only a spec, he dreams your vision, conjuring up immortality,
he traverses through labyrinths non existent
in the outer space, in his fragile space craft to reach
the galaxy in the shape of your heart,
this is all I can hope in my interstellar voyage
now undertaken, with my heart drumming
as the back ground score.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
( Sonnet )
I once caught you naked by the sea,
No one noticed, such noble shyness,
Invited to worlds, aloof as sun breeze,
Of purple sands, heathered highness.
In novae of your eyes was shipwreck,
Forlorn beacon chiding the weary lost
Of new worlds lumbered on the decks,
Seabirds caroled up wing, heavens' loft.
Skin, fleshy of netted eel, salt and foam,
Was hide for a brigand, lubbers sessions,
Sheered by sheen, blinding sky of gloam,
Stars runged on their draped processions.
My seal, now fate, cloak within jubilance;
Coral sea wave, slips under moon dance.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
In an unfortunate series of events I watched my dreams for us dash and collide like a thousand super novae explosions
My memories of you are the only things that sustain me
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 10:08 AM UTC
( Sonnet )
I once caught you naked by the sea,
No one noticed, such noble shyness,
Invited to lands, aloof as sun breeze,
Of purple sands, heathered highness.
In novae of your eyes was shipwreck,
Forlorn beacon chiding the weary lost
Of new worlds lumbered on the decks,
Seabirds caroled up wing, heavens' loft.
Skin, fleshy of netted eel, salt and foam,
Was hide for a brigand, lubbers sessions,
Sheered by sheen, blinding sky of gloam,
Stars runged on their draped processions.
Corals, sea wave, slips under moon dance;
My seal, now fated, cloak within jubilance.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
If only You still Loved me
the sunshine would still sing
instead of shrilly sting
Our days would be far too sappy,
making each other far too happy.
Better to **** it to death
before it could draw another breath.
Why would we want all those years
helping each other laugh at our fears
If only You had truly Loved me
then the salvation promising to eternally kiss me
would not be the damnation forever killing me
Our nights would be shared heartbeats,
making Love on sweet sweaty sheets.
Best to just strangle that sucker,
we must mangle that ******
But what was the miniscule worth
of sharing this miracle on earth?
If only You had believed in me,
that I wasn't Joe,
i was just noe.
Then i could have been good enough,
could easily have fixed the fuck-ups...
And i was soooo ready to too,
i was excited to push anew
from that night of February Two
I was supposed to amplify Yur positives,
help You handle & heal Yur negatives!
**** i failed to remove
my own scratched grooves...
And then so suddenly i was incapable of breathing,
i was no longer even remotely being.
Stabbed in the eyes was my soul-seeing,
thrown away was a Love no longer breathing.
Holy miraculous universe
suddenly jarred into reverse.
Everything reverts to nothing,
horrific heart-hurt the only something.
The butterflies born from every single second with You,
shall forever flutter shudder wounded within my bleeding being...
And i don't noe what they think they want me to do
or how to convince them to please stop screaming
Sooooo many seeping weeping scars,
burning novae dead stars.
Just glad it's me who's gone,
and She can smile on...
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
lights
the sky opening for them
and kissing them with colour
setting them free
and caging them in
to a canvas of
shine
lights
breathe them in, slow and thick
like smoke in the air
falling as the wind shakes them in
they're wound round my hair
and mainly neon like unending sun
most of all, in the stars
lights
so unbridled, shining how they may
flying where they so wish
the planets conspire
to catch their spirits like fireflies in a jar
how like your eyes they are
how they remind me
mainly, most of all
we're undeniably free
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
Within a floating
Bubble amidst the glowing
Chaos of an exploded star
I spin
In ever shrinking
Circles
I spiral
Towards a black destiny
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
Reminiscing memories with your velvety touch.
Beyond the words our story dwells,
Red rosy lips parting a sigh of love,
The bouquet of life now seems to debauch.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC
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Stark blue suns are her eyes,
Set in the redden cosmos of breaking hair,
Light is caught in rings
And broke are ones as they shy from heat;
The cauldron of spheres,
That rope in the twines of constellations.
In fractals of tearing blood;
Which stream in a body freed like heavens,
She plays with sprung time
And the arrow of reason is forced beyond,
Into the sights unknowing;
How the flesh is shorn in the rashes of stars.
Such cold fire in youths eyes,
Novae blue flush is the inert crush of gravity;
Unloosed within surrenders
And in rung fields of vibration sets the alchemy;
Crash of rarified elements,
She smelts of iridium blast, casts into soul.
Her looks are for truest makings,
Planets bursted to form creations dream;
To bury sorrows heavy rock,
As it flows up from wet orb into her mantle;
A plateau of cloud for man,
To reach births of light, christen in goddess.
.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC