"syzygy" poems
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A little bit of summer
a little bit of breeze
in the days of warmer
love has so much-
to bring, come let us sing
A little bit of freesia
a little bit of lilac
never can resist a scent
-of Ms. Narine
Ogles, a morning scene
A little bit of sunshine
a little bit of eventide
caress upon the shores
-of such imagery,
passions of immortality
A little bit of cosmos
a little bit of crocus
in a glebe-like galaxy
stars white as daphne
from a garden of syzygy
A little bit of cerulean
a little bit of vermilion
shimmers the lucid lake
with trout's and doves
Golly! autumn is awake
A little bit of plowing
a little bit of sow
the hard workers of
-those pumpkins
reaps a stewful of zin
A little bit of snow
a little bit of flail
fly away as butterflies
hibernate as snails
Forging! a winters gale
A little bit of details
a little bit of trail
from dew drops of-
a frozen rose, icicles on
a drowsy bear’s nose
A little bit of sleeping
a little bit of wait
till the sun comes up
gray clouds strew away
spring is here to stay
A little bit of sprout
a little bit of grow
And can it be, on thee
an Epiphany shows
the Lords glorious prose
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
Sopor fuels the pen
Darkness devours the sun
As she carves the page
With beautiful words
*Ethereal, Opulent
Sonder, syzygy*
*Vellichor, Gambol
Efflorescence, Effluence*
Words without meaning
Lurk in the shadows
And hovels of ambition
Creep onto the page
But the mind embraced
In a blanket of obscurity
Cannot find their worth
*Her Mellifluous song
Ensorcelled her lover
Bliss in limerence*
How can the stagnant
Heart waltz with stars, write of love,
Beat in unison?
How can the lifeless
Soul connect with humanity?
My words are worthless
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
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Caribbean blue sail's a galaxy
rivers gushing, mumbling for an eternity
reflections of Love forms to thee
Suddenly silence adumbrate
aesthete, A lustful tint of Peruvian trees
petrichor whiffs of earth's virginity
A syzygy that I can't apprehend
but, can fully appreciate its denouement
rebirth of once I fell in love been
Listen to its sotto voce ruffling
preterlabent streams, resplendent hymns
humming grasses cues to sing
Upon the mountain tops hidden
rocks of geos sighting a treasure within
only to discover lore’s of forbidden
Cascading trees whispered a cold
a journey I never knew how to go as told
trap between floras along the road
Propinquity of my eyes closing thin
soul reserved for death, till breath hops in
trodden a land ****** for me to begin
A minstrel with hands like marbles
strung a fiddle of tessellated symphonies
open wonders the eyes never seen
A bouquet of amaranth revealed
the longing heart found someone of new
sighs my feelings and away I strew
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC
symbol cymbals
synthesize size
symphony nymphs
syzygy gypsy
sympathy thesaurus
synonym nimble
symptom tomato
syrup up
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
Aquiver mellifluous ineffable hiraeth nefarious somnambulist epoch sonorous serendipitous limerence bombinate luminescence ethereal illicit petrichor iridescent supine aurora solitude syzygy phosphenes oblivion ephemeral incandescence denouement vellichor eloquence defenestration Sondra effervescence cromulent cellar-door debridement
Illustrator icon verdant cerulean aeneous albicant amaranthine azuline argent chartreuse damask ferruginous haematic hyacinthine ibis ochre primrose russet sanguineous virescent mystborn transcendence
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
as the shimmering stars
in the scorpio skies
samba in syzygy,
here on scorched earth
the sparkling eyes of this silk rose
become stress’s antidote to soothe body and soul.
feeling sanguine,
even a tad sangfroid,
i smile,
scribbling sultry muses
sauced with sass and sibilance
© 2021
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 9:23 AM UTC
She danced
a symbolic grace
with a look of malice
written on her face
She cast a
lunatic eclipse
of my erratic soul
The Maiden
The Mother
The Crone
It was more than a phase
Just a glimpse into our story-lines
She was the moon
I was the son
The anima
The animus
star-crossed
in our own paths
in our own way
I crowned her in stars,
she shed the scales
from her eyes
and we met
in a fiery embrace
Heaven on Earth
aligned like syzygy,
but only for a moment
We destroyed each other,
Yet we were complete.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
Others promised
to fill your eyes
with stars. Only stars.
But I will populate
your mind with galaxies,
complete the space
with swirling clouds
of asteroids and
black holes to swallow
your sadness. After all,
stars are obviously bright
and beautiful, but alone.
I will help to discover
somewhere within yourself
the need to create
constellations of us,
where our myths
and morals intertwine.
You and I and our
moments, syzygy.
Gravity only exists,
so we can fall together
but still weightless
to see that our mass
doesn’t affect our matter.
How stars collapse
under their own weight,
fading out, is so unlike
the way we expand
amongst the cosmos,
heavenly bodies of ours
joining the rest in the halo,
interstellar where I will
cascade over you, a pulsar
radiating waves of energy.
These shockwaves form
a singularity of us,
with no time or direction
but we know what we are;
a meteor shower for those
still simply Earth bound.
Gazing into the sun, they
promised stars, blinded.
Blinding, our explosion
of formation from nothing.
Let there be planets
where beings flourish
and evolve, and I will
gift you their moons,
the craters filled with
dust of my words hidden
where no winds can
ever disturb them.
They promised you
stars, so you can become
a satellite and orbit
and worship their light.
I will give myself,
a supernova, and you
will learn to craft galaxies
so I can explore them
within you, and revel at
the beauty of the unknown.
Our universe won’t fit
in their telescopes.
V. K.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC
i.
In the land of syzygy
In ourn demesne;
Brandon Nagley
Jane sleeping.
ii.
King and Queen
A castle's leaping;
iii.
Creature's peeking
Through keyhole lock's;
The river of life
between ourn thought's.
iv.
Hand's held tight
Soulmate finger's locked;
The castle's amour'
Echoes paranormal clock's.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
Os odores retorcidos da pele
Perdem-se na ambiguidade
Das gônadas
Do meu pensamento
Respiro a mim mesmo
E regozijo da auto-hipnose
Cuidadosamente elaborada pela metade da última década
Olho-me no espelho e desejo ser Deus
Estóico
A observar o escorrer da tarde
Mas quando o suor frio me desperta
Sinto o calor que transforma percorrer minhas entranhas
Eu sou homem, sou mulher
Sou nada e sou o mundo.
Ser Deus não tem a mínima graça.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
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In a world of turmoil’s
people in strife
black and gray, a syzygy
warring here and there
striking each other's knife
love one's left
friends flog then fade
yoking, the loneliness came
broken, it's even hard enough
—to fathom or wade
On a cliff
some of us wish to fall
like ecstasy to forget
to mark nothing from all
a road was gifted
and ways of life would recall
in the verge I might lose
so, a verdict, my heart had chosen
to live rather than to die
I would go
to tread a path, a great unknown
long long journey still I would go
a grasp of hope I'll forever hold
as I walk all alone
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
Orchids bloom in unison, erecting from my brain.
Pounding impulses take hold that nothing could subdue.
In this life you've painted floral all boring and plain,
So I would like, in return, to paint you floral too.
Cryptic, like the night sky, are the bruises on your chest.
Burning galaxies of bites now light your new-found skies.
On the ground are teeth marks planted, bear traps set to rest.
Keeping guard of what is mine that hides between your thighs.
Red rose petals on your lips, romantic stains of blood,
Made more vibrant with each kiss that I'll force onto you.
On our tongues we taste and share in your ******** flood.
It fizzes in its ecstasy, mollitious honeydew.
But best of all, the syzygy when you and I are fused,
The two of us and love itself all where we need to be.
Now the impulses you've forced have left you worn and bruised,
Painting you in love and lust and ownership by me.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 1:01 PM UTC
*The numerous attempts were futile. The stars warned the moon not to go out during the day. He retaliated... he probably shouldn't have.
And then he saw her, the sun. Her beautiful radiance overcame him. So once in a while he snuck off to watch her...from a distance.
But when he cooked up enough courage to face her...on that day, that midday, the curse was cast. The world was in darkness.*
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC
At the nexus where the planets collide
I find myself, whirling into a spiral galaxy of thoughts.
He is at his writing-desk on Mercury
I pull his hand away from the liquid-silver ink he writes with-
he has been making poetry again.
I dance with him on Venus, our toes
sinuously tracing a path through the clouds.
We visit Earth, home of
past lovers and sad memories, but it leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
we fight on Mars, after I ask him,
"Why didn't you ever take me on adventures before?"
"Why didn't you ever ask?" but he doesn't see that
I did ask, only with my eyes, not my voice.
on Jupiter thunder applauds as gravity tugs us
closer
and closer together.
on Saturn we visit my father, who says to him:
a new era has begun. delight in her, and she will draw rings around you
she will encircle you with her affection
on Uranus we picnic through an eternal
vernal spring and the sky laughs with him.
the stars flicker with his shaking belly.
on Neptune I smother his soft cheek with kisses as he drifts to sleep
and floats awake, and I sink deeper in love because his kisses taste like pink seashells.
I reach Pluto and wake up from my ardent dreaming;
press my palms to the glass of my bedroom window.
My body is frigid- not from the ice of outer space- but
from the harsh October wind, and the realization
that this was only a dream.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
Super Moon!
Oh, Super Moon!
Why have you forsaken my paralysis?
Why have you come from beneath Cloud Mountain only to breach my inhibition?
So that I may melt into the grass?
So that I may be the leach of this girl?
So that I may repair the ill tidings I shat out a fortnight ago?
People say a full moon makes us
Crazy. Because seventy percent of
Our brain is composed of water we
Convulse into a Jack the Ripper of
Sorts. I’ll tell you I’d rather be a
William McCarty Jr., sly as a cat I
Could escape this prison without a
Word to anyone. Then you can make
Your bones into Tally Sticks so that
You might keep track of the days
Until I’ve slain my last.
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC
Trying to describe what happened to us
is like fumbling to forge stars from
the evanescent remains
ever fluent in our veins
of astral bodies drifting further away.
Translunar thoughts extort my orbit around you
regardless of your eyes, their contained gravity
despite your lucid voice and it's fervid pull,
how they all hold me in place.
You are your own universe
and I am lost in your space.
Asteroids of presentimental wounds cratered my trust
you eclipsed unhindered through my life
and flared into hers;
our syzygy was over
but I never noticed our declination occur,
with your ephemeral attention
and I, rapt in limerence,
stayed a sidereal fragment to your sky.
I never did and still don't mind...
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
My lungs are filled with bright stardust.
When I exhale, I see new stars erupt all around me.
And from the blank, shimmering faces, I can see a watchful eye.
The long nights stretch ahead in front of us like a perfect syzygy,
bringing the sun and Earth closer together.
Pouted lips and wide, troubled eyes.
The epitome of beauty stands before a mirror,
painted without worry and fear.
The luminous features swim in and out of my dreary mind,
causing my reality to become all the more splendid.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
#*A leaf, a flower, the fruits
There is inspiration in the roots
Sun and moon in the sky
In circles they move as perceived from earth
In syzygy sometimes
Life depends on breath
Breathless without inspiration it seems
Dependent on life
Will inspiration survive
Come to fruition and thrive*#
Nov 15, 2022
Nov 15, 2022 at 10:26 AM UTC
The gentle way you gaze upon me
Your heart upon your tears
The drop in your voice
As your breath carries my name in the moonlight
The stars are aligned leading us home
Into one another
Searching beyond imagination
Through space and time
Never understanding the emptiness
Though seeming to be full
The pain of void
Filled at the sight of my soul in you
For you are my missing piece
And I am your sun
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
words from a conversation we had days ago echo in my mind turning into a lullaby, softly coaxing my eyelids shut. welcoming deep sleep to my weary heart.
each part of our souls intertwine to create a perfect panoply facilitated by the moon.
you and i under the same sky, all of a sudden the displeasures from the day before slowly melt away into the dark nighttime.
in the syzygy of our cosmic hearts we bask in the ethereal glow encompassed comfortably by the stars and moons.
involved in a state of a constant somnambulism so i never have leave the blissful reality conceived in my subconscious.
dreamers indulgence, walking hand in hand, free and filled with halcyon in the safety of sleep.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
Lines like a laxative for tongues,
The individual pieces become greater than its sum,
Summer time therapy dialing up in increments,
Wouldn't know the difference between the butterflies and chrysalis.
Syzygy in spirit as sympathy in the impetus,
Synergy in serendipity makes symmetry seem ubiquitous.
Flummoxed, I fell face first flying into fellowship,
Feeling fusion in the furrows of my fingertips,
Figure this, mistigris, implement mirrors for the synthesis,
Taking root in the underground,
This is censorship on stimulus.
Kaizen from the get-go,
How did silence ever get gold?
Climate of the biome discernible by petrichor,
Some of my greatest allies are people I've never even met before.
Mumpsimus with metaphors, metatron or metamorph,
A mess of Mesozoic memoirs drowning in a reservoir,
Reserve my right to write a mire of a message board,
Desire an empire of satire to conquest; explore,
Buyers, sellers, best befores,
Crying out to be adored,
The expiration estimation rivals rivals' primal repertoires.
Rhymes like mycelium, climbing up the parapets,
Embrangled mosaics interceding abstract arabesque.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 5:48 AM UTC
There is one
It grows
Free, it continues to grow
But tension appears
And welcome as it is,
It must be relieved
So now there are two
No growth
Opposéd, they cease to grow
But war is their task
And painful as it is,
It must form a dance
So now there are three
Formed of syzygy,
A pleasant mirage
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 1:45 PM UTC
The synapse snap, like
eagle wings that flap and
sap the energy.
Syzygy and
planets
line up almost casually.
Almost but not.
The eagle *****
more synapses snap as
energy levels sink.
Think and be ****** or be ****** if you do,
the Gordian knot's not for slicing in two.
I puzzle on the answer and try to find
the question.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC