"rigel" poems
And as in Orion the old king-astronomer, —
says his Mistress
Rigel, or Betelguese, — the Earth's four quarters
showing four points of stars afar;
so, seem they
to terrestrial eyes, that broadly
sweep the upper
& lower
spheres as seen by the sun, by influence divine,
wheels through the Ecliptic; threading Cancer,
Leo, Pisces, and Aquarius; so,
by some mystic impulse am I moved,
to this fleet's progress through the groups
of swirling white-reefed Metazones
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
You: A nebula.
Vast and far-reaching.
Ionized gasses, pink and blue
An ode to passion, and depth.
You. Are. Unfathomable.
Nestled in your tendrils,
A cosmic safe harbor,
I am born a star.
Consuming your words like hydrogen,
I shine bright,
Radiating warmth into the cosmos.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
~
Rigel
*Art thou
Thy soul
Of souls
Reaching
O to thee?
Or that
Celestial
Tide thus
Brimming
So, most
Delightful
Beams o'er
Me?*
~
Sirius
*O, Yes!
My Bride-to-be,
Spinning fiercely
Like a dervish in
This galaxy!*
~
Rigel
*My flames! My core!
Held together by my
Own attractiveness, I
Assure, I need not thee
Tis myself I do adore!
Fantastic mysteries
I keep thus pure!
Woo me to Love?
You seem assured
Of your Self as well!
But you must make
Haste to hence take
This, my body, O!
Heretofore to meld.*
~
Sirius
*My lust forsaken
Broken, taken!
See how hot
These fires
Thus burn,
All my Love
To you I turn!*
~
Rigel
*Be gone!
Be gone!
My Love
Must be earned.*
~
Sirius
*O what woe!
Woebegone
And melancholy!
Ease my malady,
Be my Lady!*
~
Rigel
*Perhaps one day
I shall, but as of
Now, I turn
Thee away.*
~
Sirius
*I shall do
My utmost
To burn
So close
Today
Tomorrow
So perhaps
Someday
It will be so.*
~
Rigel silently
*Sigh, you
Persistent thing;
I wish to cradle
You, soon too.*
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
I want to jump off the earth and into space
As vast visions of knowledge graze my face
Laplace's demon I wish to be
But that hypothetical is not me
To witness planets and stars humans never see
Floating in space will set me free
Milky Way, Andromeda, perhaps a Magellanic cloud
Vega, Rigel, and Altair are my shroud
Antares and Arcturus burning up high
Adara and Bellatrix in my night sky
Life like Eridanus, the end is Achernar
So beautiful up close, and from afar
Horologium watching my every move
To Hydrus and Leo, my courage I must prove
Sun Ra taught me that "Space Is The Place"
When I journey forth, Ill shall adventure with grace
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
they moved as they always have
with stumbling scraping steps
that gradually become less confused
my first memory was their eyes
pale, strangely large, filled with hunger, searching
and their hair floating wild in the night
echoing their desperate movements
now I see them emerging from the fogs of memory
their waving hands long fingered
with nails like claws
turning their heads from side to side seeking
stumbling down the darkened passages
tortured
when they found the moon
they scorned it
rejected the pale ghost of the sun
they wanted nothing less than the great furnaces of the skies
Aldebaran, Deneb, Altair, Rigel, Alpha-Centari
but they searched in tunnels far from the freedom of the night
leading to false paradigms and delusional discoveries
where they expected unrefuted clarity
they exposed schemes and lies
still they searched until their strength was almost done
until, at the penultimate door
in terror, they found themselves.
From the Illustrated Zombies 2010
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 3:34 AM UTC
around the turn of the year
Orion looks at me
head on
on my little loggia
the brilliance of the sky
in a clear winter night
is awesome
and even if I did not
know the names of the stars
that give Orion shape
Rigel, Betelgeuse
I would start wondering
about design and meaning
and how I figure in it
if at all
whether my astronomer friends
have terms and explanations
does not really matter
it is I
who has to come to terms
with what I see
with the endlessness
of the universe
the brilliance of its appearance
and the feeling that
in all of this
my own insignificance
might be
just that
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
You remember that cow they told us about?
The one that jumped over the moon?
Well.
It never came back.
It’s hind legs were so powerful,
it’s hooves so sturdy
that he jumped from here,
on earth,
all the way over the moon.
All the way through the asteroid belt
past Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune
and even Pluto,
that tiny little sphere of ice
those *** holes at the International Astronomical Union
declassified as a planet in 2006.
The cow died before it got there though.
Maybe because there’s no oxygen in space
though I’ll never be certain.
But his body kept on floating.
Still propelled by the force it left earth with:
a dead black and white cow
sailed out of our solar system
and into the Arm of Orion.
But the light from Rigel and Betelgeuse
chased him away.
Blue-white and red supergiants have that effect on people.
Or cows.
Even dead cows.
And so, our travelling hero, who I’ve now named Frank,
spiralled through 0-gravity
and ended up
on the other side of the Milky Way.
Cygnus. Cygnus’ Arm is what caught him.
Cygnus and Frank became good friends.
Who could imagine!?
A dead cow and swan made of stars!
How preposterous.
But eventually they spread apart
(as all friendships eventually do)
and so Frank was left without a companion
and drifted off through space once more.
And we haven’t heard from him since.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
i lay down my
vanities
like
oranges
at the altar.
i pour out my
pride like water
from the Krishna-
sodden ribbon of faith
runs around and over and
through your hands
and i lay down my
face on your lap
and i lay down my face
on your map of the world
and the oceans whisper under my ear
and the future
is a boxer inside of your chest
throwing fist-
bom, bom
after fist-
bom bom
at the shadows on the wall.
and i lay my faces down
all five of them-
six of them.
and i lay them down to
be eaten by the dogs.
while they chew merry on my
presentations, my false introductions.
i look to the night sky of your face
and it looks like it may rain.
sorrow rain. snowflake fractals falling on my
cheek-
great rivers of regret and sorrow
and restraint.
i look up
Rigel Kentaurus
is shining from somewhere deep inside.
and i find you, and i find my way
around the black hole
inside you and i move swift around the comet that is me.
fire, fire, pieces of planets and fire
fiercely forcing it's way through the universes until
i finally hit
a force stronger than i.
i shed my clothes.
as naked is the eyes that see me, true.
i shed my pride.
as forgiving is the soul that nurtures.
i wear your adoration like cherry blossoms blooming
i wear your eyes, i take them from you
to see me,
to see me
and i do not disappoint. i am naked and beautiful and modest
just as you said i would be.
beautiful vessel
the Gods choose well,
so i lay my silks and finery at your feet.
blossoms in the sacrificial bowl.
let me lay, just a little longer,
on your lap that is the world
let me lay here
while your hand of the softest gossimer fingertips
rides the bumps in my spine.
let me find myself in your lush silence
and in this divine be forgiven-
oh! That I find myself forgiven.
sahn
1/19/2015
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
I let my dog out back and watch him
because it’s cold out and I’m
not wearing a shirt
my arms are crossed and I watch
as he disappears in the inky blackness
and I turn to the sky
Mintaka Alnilam Alnitak
eyes drawn to Sirius
and back
to Betelgeuse and Bellatrix
Rigel Saiph
The Pleiades, and
I like to pretend I can find
Procyon
My ******* and my hands press closer
to the glass, and it is freezing
yet my eyes are locked on the left of
Orion,
at a star I don’t know
nearly blinding with its luminosity
a planet, but one I do not know
and it thrills me
This is how planets are discovered
I think
anomalies in the sky that
make man wonder
it is bright and beautiful and my face is
against the window
my breath fogs the glass
yet still I see the nameless Star—
and I open the door, to bring myself
closer, to war the cold
in hopes that being near will
fill me with knowledge and that
elusory star will tell me its name
And my dog, invisible in the night,
jumps back from the door and looks
reproachfully at me
and I stare at that gorgeous sky
and my naked skin is already shivering
and my arms cross against my chest
as I turn and go back
inside,
staring at the Pleiades and Orion,
and that white-hot star
once more.
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 7:16 PM UTC
Cheerio, cheerio
Four AM they call to keep the awake awake
And lull the slumbering deeper adream
Clutching vapors of the musky night
Cool, humid, starry eve
Betelgeuse humming a tune
Rigel entranced by the melody
Alnitak, Alnilam, Mintaka belting along
While the nightbirds
While away the hours, embedded
Deep in the canopy of springtime maples
And chirp, and chirp, and chirp the expanse
Singsonging to insomniacs
******* of blue, red, orange, all grey
Parading the atomic clock onward
And every night they chirrup
Never before two o’clock- why at such a time
As the deadzone of slumbering night?
And there goes the first
Cheerio, cheerio
Good night, good morning nightbirds.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
*She is the most attentive person
That I know. So I am winking
At her.
I do not really know
Which star at night
Reminded me of her
Just like before.
Sirius, Rigel, Vega, Aldebaran--
I do not recall a star that--
That does not look back,
She cannot see me anymore,
Just looking, staring at her,
This way. God,
She's so beautiful.
She is the harpist of my life.
She feels more than ever.
She longs for shapes, sizes, and textures.
What a cute baby...
Her hand is fond
Of my hand, memorizing
The intricate lines and features,
Telling my future.
You can tell what she really is.
She smiles despite of.
She is literally wind, monsoon,
Literal dark and light,
A soul, a window.
She is literally blind.
She is literally love.
She is the most attentive love
That I know.*
© 2014 J.S.P.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
"I think we're stars that lost our brightness,"
"But aren't stars the brightest before they die?"
This I tell you, we weren't the brightest
there's Rigel, Canopus and Sirius
we were merely a dot in the sky
never would we be noticed by people's eyes
star light, star bright
I wish I may
I wish I might
have the wish I wish tonight
astronomy was our thing
the moon, the stars
they were our everything
for us, they weren't far
simply because we found them in our hearts
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
Steve Green (with extra verses)
Stephen Green
Who knows where he’s been?
Out on that bike
Sometimes taking a hike.
Loves Rugby League and ale
And Cider by the pale.
Ryan Jagger
Look at Ryan Jagger
Dancing with a swagger.
Full of jokes and taking the ****
Pours a beer-glass very quick.
Charles Lumley
Charles Lumley’s on full throttle:
He’s the owner of “Message in a Bottle”.
Stacks cans and bottles with precision
Never afraid to make a decision.
Jenny
You just can’t beat that lovely Jenny
She surely is worth every penny.
Hearing music, she has to dance
Enchanting with that cheeky glance.
Nigel
Doing his crossword, there is Nigel!
He knows everything from here to Rigel.
Need a proof-reader? He’s your man.
Want it in Latin? Nigel can.
Nuff Fer Now
Paul Butters
© PB 28\12\2022.
Dec 28, 2022
Dec 28, 2022 at 12:10 PM UTC
As our solar system moved through space
It chanced upon a region where
A cloud of dark matter, like a shroud,
was wrapped around our Earth so fair.
It blotted out the stars of night
It dimmed the light of Sun and Moon
Crops grew stunted or not at all,
Mankind faced its mortal doom.
Rigel, Sirius, Vega gone?
Blotted out of Human sight?
Arcturus and Capella too
fail to pierce the veil of night.
Ignorance of every stripe
Began to fight for center stage:
Ignorance both Left and Right
spilled blood in their righteous rage.
I looked true North in the night sky
and saw Polaris still on station .
The darkness began to dissipate.
Tranquility returned to our Nation.
Some few thanked God
with praise and Prayer
More raised their eyes to Heaven’s bowl;
grateful to see the stars still there.
Dark deeds; Dark times, and desperate schemes,
We had been put through Hell by them.
Now bright sunshine warmed our days;
At night we saw the stars again.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC
Songs you used to sing out loud together, now they can’t bring you closer
Poems we used to write for each other,
Maybe next time you won’t take them for granted
Full of emotions, heart broken
Why didn’t you say you liked it?
Took them all for granted?
No maybe this time
We both know
As our big story ends I smile
Always grateful as I always say
And forever thankful for what God gave me
This is nothing, I’ll always love you from the bottom of my heart and pray for you
Now, I have so much gratitude
Your name will always be Rigel, cause after a sky full of stars you are the true shine to me.
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
Aoa oinka; UA and black, but Manasés,
Manasés and I pae-pae Sinasina pipi tilotilo.
E leai, that Faustura ATU I Tulaga lenei and
he or she or me FAFO, AE or Lelei OU him.
"E i e te alu Auala sau ai ai". For khayr leneil:
"Tulaga E Mai Le Maualuga or tatou;
Tamaitai uliuli 30 Pekopochi -
Manasse; white PO black and white III Transfer
Deep id will be measured with Fuhrers,
me faateleina Ai or aofai or fuainumera
or Tagata matutua Shidils co.; William Miller Manasés,
Manas pupui papaya. Tagata 30 Ma gaoioiga
Muamua Valu Muamua, sasaa uma Hippopas
John Brown and pei fuaina to Yureverkitikinit,
UA will be tolu Taimi ISI m feiloai A,
AE and she or she meatotino, teuina or fuamoa
I tapua'iga mamanu Faranilala force AE,)
Taua Ma toatele will be Tulaga Latou ma'i
NA VAAI William Tupe "Temwalitwali.šik"
ma'i.Nuwad manatu St. Valin USA emipasi
Hāwišitochi, i'Schi, Tagata asiasi to wash,
PE or aoga PO or the pisinisi;
Rigel Le glue, AE Behalikopitru
Manasseh Prox Ecto [40] canvas vasega
Tolu Euripimit to the canvas of Tolú Taimi;
I go or I go to the Z faamasino, vasega!
Muamua Manasés u'amea - You and I, Luma,
or publish your email address o|
o Mai Le Pépé iloa Le Ma. Te NA mafaia;
Afai e faia or ina fatao ina e Amata I Manasse
Amata Mai 1948, or I Taumafai e talisman T
was a luma alafeagai (W is faataitaiga: Tamoe
neniveniši Taua Manasse Sepania), algorithms,
algorithm Le MA washed. Vevela Vevela Manasés Tarako.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
Ive traced the stars with my fingers a thousand times like i connected the line of freckles on your shoulders.
Ive studied the constellations and memorized the alignment of the planets like the scars on your thighs.
Ive dreamed of fading into the vastness of space in the same way i used to melt into your lips.
Ive cursed the dust and gas that fills the milkyway in the same way i drowned in the galaxies of your eyes.
Ive watched meteors shower down from above like angels fall from grace and ive tried to understand why in the same way the sound of your voice made me quiver.
Ive questioned the posibility of other life existing beyond our own and i wonder if they have known love the way i have known you.
Ive defined love to be when two stars collide but instead of them absorbing into eachother it explodes and goes supernova like we did when we kissed.
Ive pondered if hearts transform into black holes that **** everything in just in the same exact way you did to me.
I long for an astronomical explination to why antares and rigel orbit the sun like how my world revolved around you.
Dont you dare tell me it was just gravity and dont you dare tell me you dont feel it anymore bc thats not how love works.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC