WISHING ON A STAR
It is so dark outside,
There is not much light,
Nothing is too bright,
When it’s night,
Except when I open the
Curtains to peep from inside.
I then see the moon,
And a cross kind of face,
I long to see it round,
But soon
It will look thin,
And the moon makes no sound.
And way up high,
In that dark sky,
I see sparkling stars,
That mummy says,
If there are people on mars,
They see them too,
I wish I could meet one or two,
People from mars I mean,
Not the stars.
And my dad has shown me
The Milky Way
How exciting to see
And know what is out
There in the dark,
It’s almost like walking
With mum and dad
In our nearby park.
So I have decided to
Ask mummy to keep my
Curtains open,
So, I can see the moon,
And when there is a boy,
Who sits on the moon,
Which looks like a spoon,
Fishing,
I will be wishing
Upon one of the bright stars,
That one day we will meet,
Oh golly gee,
Won’t that be a treat.
blessed maiden by the stream
weaving raiments from the stars
apple of her father's eye
full of charm and grace
there lived one across the bank
across where the princess weaved
steering oxen through the grass
able, strong and brave
the princess and the cowherd
crossed paths by the Milky Way
a glance, a nod, and a wink
love then swept their feet
lost within each other's gaze,
the weaver's loom stopped her spin
oxen roamed the fields alone
order came apart
their love became a poison
the king thus bade the cowherd:
"depart henceforth, and return
where you once belonged!"
the lovers held their farewells
but the parting broke their hearts
and so the Milky Way's banks
filled up with their tears
the king, therefore, must relent
to give their love one more chance
for one bright eve they shall meet
at the magpie's bridge
Abandoned Galaxy
So many millions of years ago
was left a wonderful land
A land of a green planet
Far from the Milky Way
A beautiful invisible life
Memory in the Space flies
Indelible memories
A new universe goes
Still no lives on; old
There is emptiness
Delayed landing
Land on
A life on
Lives come
Be
Settler
Back on
Back
Gone
Back
Come
My Own Undoing
Coursing through an unknown milky way ???. Well, that's my fate. Were we not born to succeed?
This and many more should be answered, blatantly, if not unequivocally.
I am me, and you, should be you.
How far do we go to establish a point of un-duress? We should be cunning, as well as kind with our "Knowing" (Knowledge).
So let's be fortunate in radically Undoing our own
Thank you.
By Asangalisah Akantere Isaiah
billions twinkling stars
riddle of evolution -
trail the milky way
Mocha or milky skin
Once in a lifetime grin
Delicate derrière
Elegant emerald stare
Luxurious luscious hair
It was one of those days when the cold
nipped and sliced but the air was so
pure that it's freshness enticed..
It was one of those days with a robin
blue sky and cotton cumulus clouds
that kept drifting on by,
It was one of those days when the earth
kept on spinning and your soul felt such peace
that you couldn't stop grinning..
It was one of those days that morphed into night
and the milky way appeared and Venus shined bright.
It was one of those nights under blankets you heaped,
as nature bid you sweet dreams and you fell deep in sleep..
A milky-eyed mourning dove
Sat upon a tombstone - tacit -
Inside the grounds of St. Francis
To admire a cache betroved.
A sentinel's duty - it bears -
Not broken by a morning beam -
Even the shuffle of the wind
Could not disturb the atmosphere.
The dove - it eyed me peacefully -
Let out a feathered sigh.
I felt it - walking on by -
That blessed serenity.
When you are alone you are all your own. ~Leonardo da Vinci
the Milky Way that rises like a sea fret
forging a way amongst the infinite stars
draws inspiration from the souls gone before
alone
I’m my own master
to thy
I will soon return
refreshed
L:ovely was her face,as she stared at me from afar,
A:n almost anguish color in her abstract stare,almost,
L:alisa was her name, beautiful and elegant, as she had told me,
I:always see her in my mind,in my dreams,like a remembrance, like a song,
S:he seems like a distant memory,but she was a milky dream,so pure,but foggy "who are you?" I always ask,but she only smiles,an eerie smile,
A:nd she always answers me with the same strange reply,a confusing reply,a reply I will never understand, "I am you".
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Date: 28/2/3023
In Milky Way, the silver stream
where stars stelliferously teem,
is home among celestial sea
for willful creatures such as we
who dwell in dream within a dream.
Beneath the welkin’s haloed gleam
mankind concocts each earthly scheme
adrift with spin of galaxy
in Milky Way.
If only humans would esteem
this ‘once upon a time’ supreme
when life went on a living spree
and reached a sunlit apogee!
Have we outstayed our world’s regime
in Milky Way?
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
Some sources of inspiration were the following…
‘The Romance of the Milky Way’, by Lafcadio Hearn ~ The Atlantic…
Milky Way ~ Wikipedia…
Stark pine trees, the Milky Way
Is this God's gift to man
Or is it as some others think
Just eons of years span
The beauty and the colour
Makes you wonder how it could
Just be a work of nature
That the test of time has stood
Surely there are some things
We need not consider why
Just stand and gaze in wonder
As it illuminates the sky
Been there for a billion years
Some say many more
The beauty of the stars in there
Who bothers with the score
The pine trees in the image
Look bedraggled and quite bare
Nothing like the ones we have
When eating Christmas fare
What is it called?
When thousands of bats
Come pouring out the mouth of a cave
For the black gold of sunset?
Like that
The late autumn leaves tear from their branches
In a spooky warm gale
Misplaced this Halloween night
Buries the party of cars parked on the street
For the last three days of vigil
Tending to 100-year-old Lillith
Next door
Her bedroom window 30 feet from me
Where I stand in short sleeves
Amazingly
This time of year
I too wait for news
As I watch the tree tops crumble
And the puzzle pieces of starry sky
Connect their arms and fill the gaps
Creamy river Milky Way
Maybe they are holding Lillith’s hands
Asking her questions about the beyond
And knowing Lillith
She’s ignoring them all or mumbling
Oh yes yes
Peering outdoors through her curtains
Listening to my wind chimes
Ding
Like a harbored sailboat’s mast
Lashed by its pulleys and hoists
Nothing left of Lillith’s sail
Of course it would be a wind like this
On a magical night like this
That carries her away in its arms
Over the roofs and pumpkin streets
To the new October stars.
Fly me to the Moon
I'm nearly weightless
Let me sing unto the stars
Soon I'll not be mate-less
Watch me dance the Milky Way
as I relearn how to play
Hop on an interstellar flight ~
Marvel at the beams of light
Portals of forever
outer Royalty of peace
Galaxy hot house
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