"polaris" poems
Eroding brick wall
all that remains
refracted, fading
fishermen shadow
red dawn’s early light
brackish still water
shocked violent green
seeps from the desert
to be subsumed
by an unrelenting sea
restless dreamers rise
muscle sturdy pangas
into the churning tide
seeking quicksilver
at the continental edges
returning boats ride low
the shrinking horizon
race to safe harbor
cold beer on ice
under palm palapas
in the restaurant
a young man
shows off tuna
half as tall as he is
to admiring tourists
like me, seeking
the deep, slow burn
salt, jalapeno, lime
a fitting end to this
unraveling dream
Pueblo Mágico
of “no bad days”
walls of contention
in a fractured land
will never separate us
one margarita, two
another raised in defiance
of those who would try
to confine and define
free-range spirits
the Pacific touches
this contiguous shore
from equator to pole
we could catch
a clockwise current
follow Polaris up North
arrive transformed
magnetically charged
disparate souls fused
together bound
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
I knew I loved you
since the fourth feather light forehead kiss.
In your presence
I am isolated in utopian bliss.
An island overlooking
glowing hydrogen masses
of what looks like Pacific fires,
or Polaris,
or just you.
Small suns floating in nautical blue,
showered in Pearl Harbor reds
and paper kamikaze sunset hues.
My high sandcastle walls fall
a million grains all over the beach
and I am defenseless against the tide
that is about to swallow me.
I melt away,
let my demons burn,
open the gates,
and let the little girl escape.
I look at you
and everything
is made out of light.
You make every day
worth waking up to.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
May I present a challenge?
Imagine if you will
You have created a flying explosive device
And it needs a name that will thrill.
A name, a good name, which name?
Well, none of those below.
Some twisted suits have already used them.
**** EVEN Tacit Rainbow.
What really goes through their minds?
As they sit and discuss the name
Of their creation that's destined to ****
Butcher, destroy and maim.
Just try if you can
To read the whole of this edited list
Imagine how many have exploded of each
With out angrily clenching your fist
Little John
Honest John
Hellfire
Matador
HARM
Terrier
Nike-Ajax
Corporal
Sea Sparrow
Redstone
Bullpup
Mace
Nike-Hercules
Regulus II
Atlas
Thor
Lacrosse
Jupiter
Quail
Hawk
Tartar
Falcon
Polaris
Hound Dog
Pershing
Entac
Firebee
Shelduck
Jayhawk
Cardinal
Firefly
Petrel
Redhead/Roadrunner
Redeye
Mauler
Skybolt
Nike Zeus/Spartan
Condor
Phoenix
Typhon MR
Falconer
Overseer
Taurus
Kingfisher
Cardinal
Walleye
Hornet
Maverick
Big Q
Minuteman
Blue Eye
Viper
Firebolt
Bulldog
Harpoon
Focus
Perseus
Firefly
Stinger
Compass Dwell
B-Gull
Agile
Seekbat
Delta Dagger
Thunderbolt[7]
Patriot
Aquila
Teleplane
Streaker
Tomahawk
Firebrand
Roland
Peacekeeper
Penguin
Pave Tiger/Seek Spinner
Sidearm
Skipper
Wasp
Sea Lance
Ripper[7]
Trident II
Midgetman
Tacit Rainbow
Pave Cricket
Have Nap
Peregrine
Exdrone
Javelin
Pointer
Hunter
Coyote
Skeeter
Outlaw
Wow, you're still reading
And you've managed not to throw up.
Just wondering how many innocent victims
Of a tax funded device called Bullpup.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
Do you remember me?
I am fed up, strung on night
And closed in by time.
When I dine with dearest
Friends there is always a place
Set for you, there is always
A story, untold to them,
But not for strangers
Who know even without saying
What you never said to me.
My eyes are cracked dams
Above the flood plains,
My heart is dented brass,
Bent, out of gear and turns,
Mournful, dried, pocked
As rust, tarnished red,
Petrified.
If I look at the diamond moon
I am hooked.
When the flower brushes my calves
The lifting scent caresses, teases,
Rising with my memory of fire and stone.
If I travel to the balm Paris
Of the southern hemisphere
La Belle Époque is wearing your
Dress, the pampas fires and undulates
Like your hair, the Polaris star
Points at me, dreaming
Of you, dreaming,
My jewel, my,
Little moon.
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 12:02 AM UTC
Constallations, a septette for shining stars
Seven in number, aline like no other, a fusion sign in melting white,
Caught in stellar evolution in the arts of the nuclear, they expand,
Red giants, the final step in their life, before they either blow the layer off gently tossing it into the depth of space, or they go out with a bang
The fall of these great stars, gifting light which is likely to grow life,
A nova which drags their orbital children to the deepest abyss releasing enough energy for a heavenly meltdown breaking hell loose
Stars, standing upon the pillars of creaton planted in there like trees,
Polaris, burn bright in white till you blow up, hell fire don't go out,
In line, with the others, you form a radiant great, or rather big dipper,
Oh you blazing fixed star, northern, luminous and majestic, shine on,
Let this dream fill you up with energy, rumbling deep inside, still you are satisfied, with the reactions, with speed much greater than sound,
A force which would easily break the earths ground, shatter it within moments of a violent dance of might and power beyond any reason,
For the millions, the septentrion shall shine on in a changing dipper,
Until the moment they die.
~ Umi
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
Ngunit walang kaparis ang hinahanap na piyesa
Di mabibili gaya ng rubi't iba pang mamahaling bato
Tuluyan man pinabayaan ito'y di mapapalitan ng bago
Iisa lang ang puso ng saging sa mundo
Ang pagitan ay sinagtaon sa kinatatayuan at mithiin
Anggulo ng teleskopyo ay bahagya na pahilis
Lumihis ang tanaw sa Polaris
Paano matunton kung nalito sa direksyon
Maabot kaya ng radyasyon?
Guhitan nang matuwid ang Norte
Kumakapit pa sa pinaglalaban ang pobre
Sa dibinong galamay ng sansinukob
ang tumulong para hagilapin ang nawawalang bituin
at sulsihin tulad sa bahay-gagamba
Maitim na imahe ay nananakal
Tinangka na dakmain ito ngunit di masalat
Kumalma at hinay hinay gumulong,
inikot ang busol
Naalimpungatan nang lumabas datapwat panaginip ang lahat
Munting ninanais ay maisakatuparan kung ano ang nasa isip
Nang hindi na makagalaw, susunduin ng awa
At may aampon- habag ni Bathala
Mamamayan ng Kanyang paraiso'y manunumpa
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
V. Ethereal
Maybe being drunk
is the closest I will
ever get to zero gravity--
to walking on the moon.
My fingers curled
around the neck of a liquor bottle,
I wander to my bedroom window,
as a tipsy weightlessness settles
amongst my limbs
(and my thoughts).
Swaying slightly,
I part the curtains and,
in my intoxicated stupor,
search for Polaris in the night sky,
point to it,
press a clumsy hand to the glass,
convince myself that
I have captured the star,
and all the omniscient power
it possesses,
beneath my finger tips.
Star light,
{lips pant--
inebriated,
heavy}
star bright,
{my breath appears a catalyst
as the window pane glazes over
in an impenetrable paroxysm of fog}
first star I see tonight,
{I take a swig,
raise the bottle--
a toast
to the cosmos}
I wish I may,
{Lashes meet in
silent matrimony}
I wish I might,
{Behind closed, desperate eyes,
ribbons of colour dance
towards me in a disoriented jig}
have this wish I wish tonight--
to be
obliterated by the very galaxy
that birthed
these grieving bones
and this tumultuous heart.
Because only then--
as the Gods paint the Night
with the innards of my soul,
acrylic purples
churning against the blackness--
will I become what I
have always dreamed
of becoming:
Lovely.
Ethereal.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
If I could steal Saturn's ring
Or paint the sunrise in Mars
Tie the comets to a string
Or maybe pull down the stars.
Wish I could fly to North Pole
And ride the great Polaris
To make the constellations roll
Under her divine orifice.
I'd walk the whole universe
And ride the lunar crescent
Sail the heavenly rivers
To find a fitting present.
For a celestial being
Brighter than Andromeda
Among the stars outshining
In the streams of Aurora.
The Virgo on Earth descends
Zodiac to a sister's birth
And in her heart she transcends
A treasure of greatest worth.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC
There goes Lady Fate,
donned in solar sparks
and her lace corset
whose overt promiscuity
catches the attention of
one unsuspecting astronaut–
his helm fogs as he exhales,
his breath crude and lascivious.
Even Neptune’s eyes themselves
glitter wetly with passion
as she struts towards Polaris in
her pinprick stilettos.
She adjusts her stance accordingly:
I. Purse lips into a smoulder
(might as well look
pretty while ya get the job done.)
II. Aim for the desired target
(that there’s the bull’s eye.)
III. Wreak havoc
just as any Fate is meant to do.
(But, of course.)
She picks up her staff and fires.
The universe tremors
in an unbridled spiral
of colour and chaos
as the planets
d a r t
about like billiards, * * *
colliding/|\with/|\ the/|\ stars
who, in the midst of the madness,
d i v e r g e and c* r* o* s s
for fear of being vanquished.
A cluster of mismatched constellations
and forsaken cosmic particles
settle into a state of
mutual negligence and destruction.
And, together, they liquefy into
a festering pool of molten silver.
Lady Fate grins–
yes, she has the stars right
where she wants them now–
and, in a final act of defiance,
she strikes against the earth
and watches with satisfaction as
it hurtles towards the silver
and sinks down into the molten
like an eight ball.
(And everyone knows it’s
Game Over
once you’ve sunk the eight ball).
From where she stands–
bent over Polaris
in seductive pretentiousness —
she relishes
in the screams
of some wretched lover–
the first to ever be
betrayed by the stars.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 2:44 PM UTC
*The quietness
come from under skin of the world
The wind
come from the wishes between dreams
The skies singing
in the midst of clouds
The shadows running to the shine
Old stars were some part
of the ocean blue
Jupiter never come to the world
Jovian ring never see aurora polaris
The world never walk to the universe.*
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
In your world there are magnetic lines that draw your needle North. Polaris and the Great Bear guide you home from clear moonlit skies, so that you may stumble into your hearth at night. I was told that in my heart was a compass rose, with a needle like yours, pointed and true. But my directions are undifferentiated. Ursa hides behind dark clouds and the magnetosphere is interrupted by the fiercest of solar winds. The needle fights to find North caught in an endless loop. The way home is unknown. But somewhere I know you are waiting for me to arrive, for the storms to pass. You would wait a thousand years. And though my compass is broken, I am reaching out my arms to find my way through the brush. And someday I will find you.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 5:56 AM UTC
Christmas died with Santa Clause
when I reached a certain age.
The magic revealed as scam,
the wonder now an act
maintained for the sake of form.
This descended, in my teens,
into outright distaste -
all the trappings
a failed attempt
to light a lost wonderland;
a decorated tree
incongruous and distasteful
as a chimp in a suit.
Anger waned,
disinterest set in,
and I merely wished to avoid it all.
But through your eyes
a miracle occurs:
Papa Noel, mistaking his season,
makes an Easter of Christmas
by rising triumphant.
A tinsel star becomes a true Polaris
and love,
for anybody's sake,
is everything.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 5:28 AM UTC
Orion, Orion,
run through the sky.
Shoot Polaris through the heart
and drag it down to earth.
Orion, Orion,
lasso up the moon.
Roll it round the world
and create a crescent smile.
Orion, Orion,
chase the northern lights.
Herd them down to the south
to join with their brothers and sisters.
Orion, Orion,
take a look at your belt.
And travel to the stars that sew
your clothing all together.
Orion, Orion,
please take me on a journey.
Capture me as I walk
and bring me up to you.
Orion, Orion,
let me live with you.
In the sky and in the stars
with the moon by my side.
Orion, Orion,
please become my friend.
Take me away from this hell I live
on this earth that is breaking down.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
The weight of the world weighed heavy
She was a modern day Olympus feeling the pressure cracks of a spherical burden
Bearing the full brunt she winces yet sheds no tears
Her plight remains silent in the deepest recesses of the night
Hers and hers alone
She confides in the stars
Polaris her guiding light
As she sets her sights to the heavens
Letting Orion aim his bow and fire arrows at her rigid frame
She moves for nothing
Steady as the mountain she holds out through wailing winds and piercing rain
The weight of the world heavy but never enough for her to bear
Her eyes shone back the light of the moon
Merely a third party reflection of faded sun rays
She let the tides of seven seas and 24 years of misery swell in her stare
Breath crisp yet labored at the reality of it all
She remains awake silent waiting on the sky to fall
Bearing company to her closer than anything she ever knew
She'd hold the world forever just to give it all to you...
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
As you told me I figured you could be my guide
I put my guard down as you take me
This is somewhere too far
And yet you have made sure
That you could leave me, anytime
I didn’t see that coming but of course
I have to find my way on my own
Just to realize you took me where I once were
Am I really kind and selfless?
You reminded me my old pains and angst
And still made me feel like I’m worthy
Most of all, I admired what I saw
I can’t help but to think of my endless possibilities
Thank you,
But are you still there?
Almost unreal,
What was that?
Whoosh,
Where are you?
A wind,
A whale song?
My, my, my mind is all over
I can’t stop thinking of getting better
But I also can’t stop thinking of getting better with you
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 1:34 PM UTC
From the first time I have known You
I have loved You
You have always been the Venus at dawn
The shining star I've known
You are the morning breeze I feel
such kind of feeling for real
You are the shining Sun I see
the light which sets me free
You are the Polaris at night
the star that gives me light
I am your admirer
Your seeker, Your lover
You are my Soul, my Heart
and nothing would keep Us apart
You're every beauty I've seen
every wonder therein
Now and Until forever
I will always be Your Lover
@}~'~,~~
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 3:07 AM UTC
Pernah aku melihat sebuah keikhlasan
dari gugurnya daun pohon jati itu
Relakah dia meranggas untuk menghargai
waktu.
Pernah aku melihat sebuah kerahasiaan
dari kata-kata manis seorang ibu
Matikah dia menangis untuk menjadi
hantu.
Tapi seumur hidup aku baru melihat
sebuah kejujuran, dari ujung jarimu
Yang membelai untaian benang biru
kusut, tanpa keluh
Berpeluh namun tak mengenal sendu
Lalu apa artinya ikhlas tanpa rela
ditengah rahasia tanpa kata
dibasuh hujan air mata yang tak jatuh
Membasahi rona merahmu
*Doa kita sampaikan pada awan Nimbus
dan bintang Polaris
Berharap, berdua kita mendapati senyap
Bersama nyala lilin.*
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
My heart is a compass and you are the North.
I want to tell you that
you are the stars,
& I am a lonely astronomer
trapped in a city of lights.
Although I'm lost in the space
Of where we used to be,
I still find myself
Wandering through traces we left.
Grasping for your incandescence.
You are Polaris and I am caught in your glow.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
i am the stars we gaze upon at night.
i am a guide at first glance; Polaris --
but upon further inspection i am a fiery powerhouse of passion
i have burned
and blazed forth
for years; traveled across lightyears and parsecs
in my time.
i am the hunter, Orion;
Andromeda, the ruler of men;
i am Pisces fish in Sun and
Gemini twins in Moon;
and yet here i am:
still the smallest of everything
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
I want someone to look me in the eyes
like nothing else matters
I want to wake up to him
or a text from him or something more
than the empty feeling in my chest
I want someone to share random thoughts with
I want him to pull me into
his jacket and zip us up inside
I want to talk to someone
about theories, ethics, words,
the universe and more
I want someone to call me at one in the morning
and tell me to look at Polaris
I want him to pick me up unexpectedly
and make me laugh hysterically until I snort
I want someone to trade literature with,
sleep in with, cuddle with
I want someone to miss me when we're apart
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
I was more
than that
of a black hole
before your eyes,
five years ago.
But today,
you brought me
out from nothingness.
I’m shining
like Polaris,
watching over you
as you sail
through
rough seas.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 6:41 AM UTC
some souls burn the brightest only after seeing the abysmal darkness. we will not be extinguished, as our worth is indescribable. the universe would not exert such ferocity to keep us here if we weren't meant for something ineffable – the changes we shall elicit in the world: together.
yet in this testament, the truth comes to light. our souls have been tied together from the dawn of time; reliving countless lives. the scriptures forgot about us. mythology mentions us; but fails to depict us in the same tangent, let alone together.
we are more than the greek goddesses and muses, we encompass the celestial bodies of the heavens. artemis aurora, and calliope polaris.
you are the goddess of the hunt, protector and patroness of the forest; as your ribbons fill the night with ethereal glowing light.
I am the muse of epic poetry who hangs above the sky, guiding lost travelers when the universe was still a child.
we come together upon the call of night to fulfill our destinies until the end of eternity, or until the galaxy burns out and we are born anew. maybe then will we be one; as it was meant to be.
but until that time finally comes, I am satisfied just to share the sky with you; hoping that I may catch a glimpse of the green mysticism that you weave each night.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
14 March 2014
There are nights when I find,
Myself alone under your grace
Your presence carved
In my surroundings
I’m lost again.
Why do I never learn?
When you always
Show me the way
Nothing is dark enough
At this night with you
I can’t be afraid
Up there, you’re just
Watching me over
Until the first light
Of dawn rises
Inside of me
This journey along
The dark and long night
Sail through the sea
Of charcoal clouds and
Fish for the stars
Anchor in the moon
And just like that–
Awed by the mixture
Of dreams and nightmares
The beauty of contrast
Of beautiful and grim
The two sides
Of the story
Short days and
The nights are long.
We found each other's
Company.
Loneliness, let’s not—
Put it in the heart.
You’re not alone,
Hold my hand as you
Guide me to safety.
You’re my direction
My north star
Polaris
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
I wish to comb the now distant Eden
Adopting Penelope's marble poise
To find her marvelling Polaris' freedom
Not questioning her heart, unlike my words.
Vaulted abaft* her marmoreal* shoulders
Chiliad* tales won, your silhouette
Decorticating* off African suns.
Oil lamp explorer, icy caves your lamp
Cannot warm; There are paths to cross with will,
Verdant* bridges constellated* with time.
Yet you, Inexhaustible human heart,
Beat with love. You gravedigger of the sky,
Estranged Love, brave forevermore the Afar,
Beyond the doubts of your enduring Heart.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC
For Theresa. Rest in peace.
Every star shines on you
Tonight.
Polaris, the North Star,
Will be your guide,
Reflecting your aura
In the smile
Of the Atlantic’s waves.
The silent forest
Looks to the skies
Where Ursa Major twinkles back
The light held in your eyes.
Sleeping bruins dream
About ice and glowing
Blues and greens
Dancing above;
The Northern Lights.
Every star will shine on you
Tonight.
The North Star, Polaris,
Will be your guide.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC