Sextillion poems on Hello Poetry

spysgrandson Nov 2015

LET
THERE
BE
LIGHT
a
fierce
sun ******
vapors
into
a
thunderous
sky
which
wept
sixty
sextillion
tears
creating
a
riddled
calibration:
the river
time

we
came
cells
devouring
cells
metastasizing
into
life
first
cruel crawlers
then
stealthy stalkers
wicked walkers
and
finally
THE
terrible talkers
blasphemers
bending
time
asking
WHY
it
flows
?

we
are
they
who
have
no
shore
to
which
to
moor
on the river,
time

what comes at 2:00 AM when I had too much chocolate

#time #evolution #relativity #primordial

Irma Cerrutti Mar 2010

******* Type Transvestite

Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Bumming your fat knobs and insert your helmet naked and unashamed

Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Kicking off kick-off, cyborgs brought face to face
Tartan sunstroke and may Mumbo Jumbo's **** all lie among you

Nine, eleven, seven, thirteen, six, quinquereme, *******, *******, Tweedledum and Tweedledee, unsocial person, erectoffensive!
This is Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
You've really ****** the naval officer
And the hatchet faces want to know whose blouses you abuse
Now it's time to evacuate the ******* if you have a free hand

This is Lance Corporal Tom to Masticated Ectoplasm
I'm fancy dress dancing through the cat—flap
And I'm groping inside a swollen grotesque sailor
And the plums look gigantically unusual nowadays

Ergo from Land's End to John o' Groats am I piddling in a crumpet slammer
Telescopic hindward the lump
Uranus Arsenic is scatological
And there's sweet **** all I can have ****** ******* with

With the proviso that I'm Ichabod celibate centipede sextillion heads
I'm fondling vigorously paparazzo
And I think my sputnik knows which direction to ****
Tell my ballbreaker I ****** her vigorously for England, she bonks

Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Your menstrual cycle's kaput, there's oojakapivvygizmo spleen
Can you smell me, Lance Corporal Tom?
Can you get to the bottom of me, Lance Corporal Tom?
Can you delve into me, Lance Corporal Tom?
Can you...

From Land's End to John o' Groats am I vibrating ring my crumpet criminal lunatic asylum
Telescopic hindward the groupie
Uranus Arsenic is scatological
And there's sweet **** all I can have ****** ******* with

Carrillo May 2016

Supernova Fall Out

We start with the
Crackling record of “Gloomy Sunday”
Playing in the background
The melody goes on slowly
Bare feet moving carefully
to the romantic sound
300 sextillion stars surround us
Intangible moments, we feel
And the intimacy becomes surreal
The taps of raindrops mimicked our excited spirits
We were two melted hearts dancing
in the blazing candlelight
With only a gust of wind
from what seemed like
300 sextillion supernovas
I danced alone
forgetting the place we used to call home

#love #poetry #life #hate #depressed #new #romantic #hopeless #basic #wordwar

spysgrandson Dec 2012

a different dark

when
it became dark
it was the slow steady spinning
of the world we had to blame
while rockets huddled in their holes
waiting for the year zero
we could not count down
to cause, or pause
while superpowers chose an illusive détente
we mostly sipped complacency
from false hope cups
the world kept on spinning
the missiles slept
our nightmares became past tense
with no promise of future perfect
then
some-where
some-how
some-one
some
time
moved but a single digit,
a scrawny feeble fiddle on an impotent
OMNIPOTENT CATACLYSMIC APOCALYPTIC UBER DESTRUCTIVE
hand
and
now
our darkness does not wait
for the casual yawing
of our few sextillion tons
it is there for all
to see for all times
though the times are no longer
measured as years
for stones, bones and ash
have no fears

alternate title: Carl Sagan's dream
My generation was the first to come of age with the threat of total annihilation of the species (and likely all life) by nuclear holocaust--we had h-bomb drills in which we would hide under desks or be herded into the basements of our schools (some of us knowing full well these were futile endeavors since all out nuclear war would have been an extinction level event) In the decades since the end of the cold war, we have let this ultimate fear slip into the background, assuming a saner reality now exists...another illusion?

spysgrandson Nov 2013

is there life out there?

out where?

other than here, on this spinning
six sextillion tons to which we are
tenuously tethered

are there big eyed,
big brained air walkers,
silent talkers, beaming
among the billions and billions
of suns and deliriously dense
dark matter?

I think not, though

we

are not alone

if by chance
we were to encounter the
“non us”
I suspect it would be like a dog
trying to bark at a Higgs Boson

or perhaps a Higgs Boson
trying to bark at a dog

not much of a poem, but just what popped into my head when considering the perennial question

Matthew Bourgeois Feb 2015

You.

1 Universe
500 Billion Galaxies
50 Sextillion Planets
1 Earth
7 Continents
196 Countries
7.297 Billion People
And I would choose you.
Every.
Single.
Time.
Why?
Because you're fantastic.
And I love you.

To the moon and back.
Actually more like to z8_GND_5296 and back. But that's just nerdy;)

spysgrandson Nov 2016

challenger deep, revisited*

a sextillion tons of sea above me
I am watchful sentinel, in the trench
Mariana--what strange creatures visit,
in this world without light

day or night matters not, here,
where pressures are beyond measure
yet these beings glide by, more drifting
dreams than sluggish flesh

my neighbors yet belch fire,
steam, and black cream from their bellies
as I did in my youth, but
I am now silent

and though I have perfect recall
of all that has ever happened, I am crevice
without the crease of time, and remember
not one sorrowful thing

*The “challenger deep” is the deepest point in the Mariana Trench , 6.8 miles below sea level. I wrote of it only a few days ago, but am drawn back to its depths.

almat011 Apr 2019

Hot cutie

Hot cutie
You are the love of all my lives, an invaluable masterpiece of the universe. Sensual as flamenco, Passionate as tango, Spicy as cha-cha-cha, tempting and teasing like a striptease and tastes like juicy strawberries. Hot cutie, ardently passionate, can ignite passion literally wherever you are. All over the body, goose bumps run from love and high adrenaline from admiration in the heart.
You are hotter and sexier than a sextillion of girls and women, in ***-billion, mad-billion times more attractive and beautiful then other girls. You are unattainable by nature. You are sweeter than any sweets, dearer than more than one billion kittens and puppies and plush toys. One for a trillion and look for a trillion.
Terabytes of my thoughts and memories are crammed with you. You are a symbol of true beauty. Your beauty has power over my will. You are vital in my life. My juicy cutie, I'm leaving out of love, when I see you, a mouth opens drooling. I crown you as the queen of my heart, giving you all the highest rewards for your beauty and the highest degree as the most beautiful model of reality and subconsciousness in the universe. I feel a strong love for you.
I relish every second with you, every moment spent with you is sweeter than the other. Only your moans and sighs during *** lead to ultra arousal, you want to listen to them forever, the music of your pleasure, they sound so sweet and ******.
You cause excessive ****** tension, your whole body trembles with love. Even among hundreds, thousands of billions of women, only you, our bodies, souls, minds are made for each other, beautiful for me. The last thing I want to see in my life is your beautiful face. I want to be with you even after death.
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

#black #girls #white #asian

Alexander Albrecht Jun 2012

She's So Heavy, On Good Days and Bad

Sometimes I think
we're upside down
because I can count
every single pound
of six point six
sextillion tons
of the worlds weight
one by one.

Though some of the time
it's in my hands
it's usually on my back
and hard to stand;
maybe that's why
my spine tends to hurt
and the reason my palms
get caked with dirt.

Table For Two Aug 2016

Space

Our observable universe
Expands 93 billion light years
Filled with over a sextillion of stars,

Yet you don't see any stars in my eyes,
And you keep asking me to go
Outside of your observable universe.

I hope you spend the rest of your life counting stars.
*&

— The End —