"starshine" poems
On the ferris wheel we steal a kiss,
careless zeal, no bits amiss,
slip into this, mind and timelessness,
twist wrist, spit lip like starshine, crisp.
Down below the kids get lit,
ripped,
hair wind flipped out,
broke mouths sip doubt,
shout fire-light, ice pout,
grown out the hometown,
grown loud, a fun crowd,
one's got the know how,
the others got the low down,
one shot the sheriff,
then the others hit the ground.
When he shot the sheriff
he kneeled,
we saw it from the ferris wheel.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
delightful colorful
constellating memory warm
starshine in winter
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 4:42 PM UTC
something stirred and alive came forth
out of my own heart it spoke
*all creation is of equalities
sister brother relations
here is truth*
not to let it pass untested
i made an agreement
with belief
*blade of summer grass
teach me
dust speck
gold starshine
water droplet
prisms
fortuitous spider
i hear your messages*
spider moved in her sun-sparkled circle
she threw me spider kisses
but when i gave her kisses back
some voice came booming
*humanity is the golden crown
of god's achievement*
and the spirit of these words then took flight,
transversed my landscape,
crossed an ocean's width of time
and dropped under the waves
with the natural weight
its distorted truth
practices of superiority
of ********** of killing exploitation
rose from the collective--
flashed their white lightening
but struck counter--
diluting dissolving disarming
greediness and favoritism
manipulation and lies
expectation of privilege
so called divine right
a voice it came again
so that greater love
may have heard itself
*all creation is conscious
all is alive all are equal*
*none is better or worse
than another*
remember this
to practice
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
While the west is paling
Starshine is begun.
While the dusk is failing
Glimmers up the sun.
So, till darkness cover
Life's retreating gleam,
Lover follows lover,
Dream succeeds to dream.
Stoop to my endeavour,
O my love, and be
Only and for ever
Sun and stars to me.
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shaken down to the deck
together on the program
the sky is still looming overhead
bright disconnect coldness
in star blue brilliance
drink the source
these are our symbols
blossoming beautiful orb set aflame in the sky
and Luna his reflection
through the trees
i can kiss her residual starshine
keeping it together while falling apart at the seams
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
Good morning, Starshine
You're a gift to this world
I admire your generosity for others
Sharing freely from your heart
Your character inspires me
I recognize the resolve in your values
Challenging me to grow
Your spirit calls me
I thirst to know all of your secrets
Both broken and healed
Your energy moves me
I crave your touch
Addicted to the electricity it gives
Your soul sees me
I'm intoxicated by your words
Dismantling my armor
You're a beautiful creature
I'm thankful to intersect your path
Hopeful we can walk awhile
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 11:25 PM UTC
Come, let us to the sunways of the west,
Hasten, while crystal dews the rose-cups fill,
Let us dream dreams again in our blithe quest
O'er whispering wold and hill.
Castles of air yon wimpling valleys keep
Where milk-white mist steals from the purpling sea,
They shall be ours in the moon's wizardry,
While the fates, wearied, sleep.
The viewless spirit of the wind will sing
In the soft starshine by the reedy mere,
The elfin harps of hemlock boughs will ring
Fitfully far and near;
The fields will yield their trove of spice and musk,
And balsam from the glens of pine will fall,
Till twilight weaves its tangled shadows all
In one dim web of dusk.
Let us put tears and memories away,
While the fates sleep time stops for revelry;
Let us look, speak, and kiss as if no day
Has been or yet will be;
Let us make friends with laughter 'neath the moon,
With music on the immemorial shore,
Yea, let us dance as lovers danced of yore
The fates will waken soon!
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With starshine beaming from beaded eyes,
I could only nod and grin,
while aspiration and sworn sorrow disintegration
rained upon me.
Anna killed future Septembers with a promising
ring in newly righteous hand.
In rabbit trails she talked --
high fashion and porcelain skin,
but like all rabbit trails,
most of the stories ended with a dead rabbit.
Anna still entertained my company
despite the gleam of my once longing glance
burning out light years ago.
Healthy, we.
Settling, sea.
Sailing, no.
Drifting, yes.
Purely bruised.
Sighing in dream.
I'd follow Anna into the rabbit hole.
I'd feast on
her mouth wet with honey.
I'd sleep in the milk
of her skin.
I'd happily allow
destruction in her care
and become
freshly hewn in
the river's bend,
the wrinkles and
the calluses of
her weary hands.
In blood I sat,
defeated rabbit.
No prize to gloat,
only picket crypt
to curl.
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 10:05 PM UTC
it begins crisper than november,
still, chilly, ice blue sky,
then warm, then cold, then crazy frigid,
wind cat-yowling,
and on the windows,
frost feathers that do not melt all day.
the solstice sun creeps warily
across the south horizon,
glancing brilliant off frost-sheathed trees,
so cold the very air is frozen--
sparkling ice crystals float rainbow colored
like dizziness before my eyes.
Christmas eve starts grey and windy--
rain at two and snow at three--
the huge flakes my mom called "horsebirds".
And just at sunset, a patch of blue,
a sky tunnel for those tiny reindeer.
Christmas morning, four together,
first time in years we all are here:
Best-Beloved, sad eyed lady,
maker of donuts and hi-test coffee,
sings a bit, weeps, smiles;
the Exile returns, hoodied, shy smiling,
coffee in hands, and heart full of plans;
and Carborundum Starshine bursts in the door,
in corduroy & goofy hat,
Paul Bunyan beard & glitter cheeks;
and i
am here.
Talk and cookies, hugs and pictures,
Merry merry, the peace-pipe passed,
carols on the radio,
the scents of spruce and tangerines.
the "week between" a roller coaster,
t-shirts one day, parkas the next,
wind that moans like Marley's ghost,
and snow tornados on the road.
new year's eve and big soft snowflakes,
sparkling lights and laughing shouts--
on the street, drunken kisses and auld lang syne--
but not for me, i listen only;
there's work tomorrow, quick to bed,
a brief flight,
all-night jazz
and sleep.
time tomorrow to begin again.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
The concrete depresses with each small step I take in the Arco parking lot
I fold this song up into my pocket and my schoolwork starts to rot.
Your hair hangs loosely by your eyes as you ration out my shots.
I wanted to remind you that your nails give me goosebumps, but I forgot.
Your legs laced up and shining in oil are sculpted out of bronze
Lying naked in aphids as we strive to be shameless among your father's front lawn
You are sunlight disguised by a sheet on a clothesline
In the middle of meadows made of wheatgrass and starshine
How can something so beautiful share a species with me?
A shopping cart overflowing with grace given away on the streets for free
My jeans are turning into strings of flayed fabric under your yellow moon
I'll shower you in music, if you promise to abuse it, within my crimson room
Lock me in my comfort stall with dividers emitting petroleum fumes
Break down all the walls with your desperate call as your temple, I consume
From within towers where light is devoured, against all odds, I bloom,
For a skeletal mastery with ultraviolet eyes crawls into my tomb.
You are a symphony of epiphanies for a boy made of concrete
In the midst of a city of asphalt and batteries.
You splat on my canvas and blast from my headphones
And if you opened me your name would probably be on my bones.
Keep the covers at bay
So I can admire your frame.
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 6:55 PM UTC
Bumpy reptilian skin splits to reveal
a placid galaxy of green cream
that moves through my throat
like a greased pig on a waterslide
and spreads like wildfire in my belly.
I am fueled by the divinity of now,
before the indifferent air of tomorrow
ruins such simple perfection
and the only option is to start over,
the pit,
only half above water.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 11:29 PM UTC
She was night when I met her.
The hills beyond bathed in moonlight,
though she seemed to hide from faint starshine
sheltered and hidden: wrapped in a mystery cloak
woven from fibrous shadows and dyed
in the deepest part of the ocean with midnight hues
untouched by the constellations.
She was summer aurora soon after her night.
I took her hand into the dewy field,
we reveled in the damp and softened earth
and the stars blossomed: points of bursting light
fixed among the twilit blue-greens
like the blinking bulbs of fireflies
who floated between our heads.
She was daybreak after her sky turned aquamarine.
The stars hid themselves under our feet,
the sun appeared on our horizon
and painted our faces in pinks and oranges: her hand
so soft and gentle, slipped from mine
trailing warmth against the flesh of my palm
where her fingertips kissed my skin.
She was high morning when the sky’s pinks faded.
I cradled her face between my two hands,
pressed kindnesses into her cheeks
and turned our noses to the sunshine: her celestial smile
played notes on her lips,
singing lilting aria in a rising melody
as the light radiated warmth across her face.
But now she is a rainbow in refracted afternoon.
She gleams in every color now her cloak is shed,
red in heart, orange in grin, yellow in mind,
green in energy, blue in veins, violet in spirit: but most of all
she is soft pink, pale white, and baby blue,
a harmony of hues
which she had kept hidden under her cloak of night.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
The sky has seen all versions of you.
It sees you when you are brave and strong,
Also, it sees you when you are a complete mess, falling apart at the seams,
And yet, the stars still shine brightly for you at night, because you are beautiful.
And no matter where you are at, you are worth it.
Just remember that during the times you break and are at your lowest.
You are worth the good things.
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
what was a starshine, that night, that night?
was it a sequin, embroidered in sky?
look through the glass, and tell me, my love-
what is a starshine? what could it be?
scientists, men of such knowledge and lore
they say the starshine isn't much more
than a flaming gas comet trapped in one place
but stars can't be comets, can they, my love?
what is a comet? can i see one?
where is the starshine, my love, my love?
filling the galaxy- long past death's light?
that's what they said, that's what you said
but can you be sure, just by looking through the glass?
i am the star lord, and i want to fly
shake hands with star people, giving off their light
then i can see for myself what is there
far far in space
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 10:02 AM UTC
Ripped open, bleeding the stardust of the heavens.
You were the comet, bright and brillant blue, coming to stitch up my wounds.
I was saved, not with antiseptic or morphine but the healing rush of your lips.
Electricity pulses from your tongue brought me back to life.
I found Orion’s Belt, you were my North Star.
Super novas collapsed in my lungs when I looked into your moon filled eyes.
I was the waves, under your spell I couldn’t fight the tide.
When you held my hand and said forever Haley’s Comet burst forth from my limbs and
I became a red blossomed nebula.
Yours, infinitely.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
Summer breezes,
twilight starshine.
Vanilla candles burning,
ocean air at sunset.
Petrichor;
the smell of dust after rain.
Warmth of a fire,
cinnamon at christmas.
Waves crashing on the shore,
forest quiet filled with life.
The Essence of you.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 9:01 PM UTC
Ever since I met her, I felt like I've been living in a fantasy world
where pearls are found on land, diamonds are bound to our hands
and the passing of the sands seems all too quick for me and her.
I have dreamed of a love like this, a love that keeps me up at night
not from fright nor fear of what may come in the darkness
but the way an artist envisions his paintings and drawings walking,
talking behind each hidden smile and each following eye
I felt like I've leapt on the canvas and painted exactly what I wanted.
This girl, she makes me scared, makes me happy, makes me sad,
not the bad kind of sad but sad to ever think about disappointing her,
the blur in memories are filled in with moments where her smile is visible,
like a mythical creature; I can not believe such a beautiful girl exists.
Betwixt the sunrises and sunsets, I've seen my share of happiness,
my life is one happy mess and it's thanks to that one angel.
My starshine, may we be together forever in time,
I love you always and forever; whichever one of those is longer,
and each day I grow stronger with nothing but the thoughts of you.
So because of you, I am happy again...but also scared.
Scared...because I'm scared I may never ever love again,
unless that person was you.
Happy valentines day beautiful.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 5:37 AM UTC
Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
All the creatures stop in quell
To listen to your feeble smell
Of all the fear down in your heart
Down, down in the deepest part
The moonlight yells,
The starshine screams
And tries to unknot the seams
Those tight seams divide in two
Your heart that won't give in to you
Though this song might never end
If you ever need a friend
The hope that never shows itself
Lives in your eyes, and there to help
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
Once knew a girl
She was starshine
Near her grace
I did lose control
Knew deep inside
My She never was mine
Look in my eyes
She has wasted my soul
She danced through my life
Without caring
Yes,she knew
She was just having fun
Listen ,you will hear
My heart tearing
I no longer walk
In the sun
That lifes not fair
This is my understanding
My tears are the pain
Reesa never would see
So when you fly
Beware the landing
Or one day
You will be me. Hy
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
*Find "me" where
dreams and reality
collide
leaving "us" breathless*
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
Light
Rushing towards unity
Halls of starshine
Fashioned from gemstones.
Complete masterpieces
Healing
Bad blood is washed away
Your touch
Paints the multi-verse of my imagination
Every colour in my mind.
Let us forge a better tomorrow
Out of the light we have found today.
Exorcised demons, of hateful words
They have lost the war,
They have been silenced,
For now.
Diligently snuffed,
The flames of mounting anger.
Open your spirit
And greet the light with open arms.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 10:02 AM UTC
For you the band played on. The people clapped the light went up my friends they chat, I do not hear for she is not here.
But my thoughts aren't here. They are, they are there with you a woman I don't even know.
I wonder now more and more just how the world brought you to my door.
A twist of fate, she spoke to me.
A soft sweet voice that teases me, made me laugh and makes me see. A sultry whit that knows no bound an intellect I understand.
Now that is said is scary to, for are you me and am I you ?
Be it hours, not days or weeks until we take the time to meet. I hope we see the warmth inside that both of us have tried to find.
So now I write to you in rhyme and verse no others do. As inspiration for to write has to have a guiding light.
I never studied how to prose, my grammar may not be of cause. Yet I long to see you smiling face and touch you finger tips each day.
I want to see if the spark is there and look at you without a care.
I write to you and try to say how much you make me smile each day.
So omnipotent princess of light may you sleep softly at home tonight.
For somewhere many miles away a poetic fool dreams of you.
Starshine and moonbeam silly names we use to tease, but without the light from a caring star a moonbeam wouldn't shine at all.
So sleep and dream my earthly friend and wake to read this prose I send. For many years I have not written a single word or spoke aloud my soul be heard. Oh yes it does it scares me so. But we have to know.
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 8:18 PM UTC