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February Poetry Challenge

i have thought on this some time now…

and though i thought to have you write on love, it being the now global holiday of sorts for this month, i could already hear the collective groan over the obvious choice. so, i will have you tell me something about a particular love of mine.

please write of the celestial. (is that a groan i hear? : )

be it your love of a particular star or constellation, the fair pastel rings of Saturn, or your desire for the heavenly body of some young starlet, please write on it.

feel free to write more than one if you feel the need and critique is encouraged though not at all required.

that said, retreat to that delicious part of your brain that stirs creative.

happy writing, --jenn
 
my heart orbits you;
a satellite
drawn to interact,
intercept your waves
and send them back.


...its a start...


...
 
The Moon's Corpse

Like ancient lunar lava flows
His deeds persist for all to see.
The crater she made ever glows
And never more will let her be.
It's all forgiven. They don't care
To hear the end of their love song.
It's all forgotten, still we dare
To wonder why it all went wrong.
 
FifthFlower said:
Like ancient lunar lava flows
His deeds persist for all to see.
The crater she made ever glows
And never more will let her be.
It's all forgiven. They don't care
To hear the end of their love song.
It's all forgotten, still we dare
To wonder why it all went wrong.
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killer! thanks for adding your work to this month's challenge. please feel free to post more of your work if you wish. i know i could run with this theme. hugs, --j
 
I'm going to write something new for this challenge, but, in the mean time, here's something only a few days old:

Astronomy

The sky doesn't exist.
Merely a naked distance
where the rumour of earth reflects
like the echo of your voice,
you should name the moon love
and each star a sigh.

If by chance the tail
of some comet lost
in the splendour of such solitude
happens to be me,
remember what I want the most
and don't say it's just a heavenly body.​
 
I like it but...

Lauren,

I like it, but it feels like there's something more to be said. I'm not sure where else you could take it, but your last stanza feels more like a middle to me.

For what it's worth...
 
Voice of the Necrophone

With her lacelike parabolic net, she heard
the reflected heartbeat of the dead.

Disembodied from the Earth the spirit was.
He rose, he worked sidereal day. Soon

others found yet faster hearts, tachyrhythmic,
like the resplendent Crab. But that first clock

la belle thought might be another folk, whose ticks
docked thoughts across a universe. That toll

proved off, though not her fault, and no one felt
she’d erred. Our belle’s reward, though, was to lift

her mentor to profession’s highest gift. She—
as student, woman—was left to quaver in the end.
 
reflections from a boreal forest

Drifts of light on a show of quicksilver
moonshine flows liquid over a snow
banked creek bed. Slow, meandering
drifts swept off the low humpbacked
drumlins journey. Winds offshore, blow
through seas of rolling prairie
shallows. Dashed against morraine
reefs, ice floes shatter into glitter.
Night rows the stars' sparkle to spray
far northward into the aurora glow.
 
(First take)

Lainie got off the bus
this morning with her
eyes full of stars. I
sold her a map to help
in finding them; even
pointing out how to find
the buses that passed
by the best ones.

The twins, the Sisters, our
aging Orion--still a draw
though suspenders have
long replaced his belt--
and the greatest prize,
The North Star, radiantly
awaiting her close-up,
fixed and resting within
the cinematic firmanent.

Lainie takes in it all, best
and easiest sale I'd made
all day, and heads off to
tour the cosmos. "Come back
anytime," I say and she
looks over her shoulder at me
with those glowing, star-filled
eyes and smiles.

Sunblinded, I wave goodbye,
hoping she'll let me know
where on the map to put her.
 
gee guys... this is such a rockin' good start!

thank you so much for adding your poems to this challenge.
i look forward to reading more in the coming days.

Major BIG hugs! --j
 
interesting topic! I have been entangled with a certain McNaught for the last month or so...


Comet McNaught

We are fettered by the ink
that spills between us
connected and yet untouched,
joined yet unseen.
How can it be that my soul
has found its mate
and this mate is beyond
these wretched clouds
that have blinded me.
 
Orion

Three stars stand.
A strand.
Your belt.
Three stars in a row.

Emptied quiver.
I shiver.
I melt.
Source of all my woe.

Rigid hand.
You stand.
You pull
Back the string of your bow.

Let go your dart.
My heart,
a fool,
Now stung by your arrow.
 
Celestial

My man Mars
He always knows just what to do
How to tease and please his lady
Just right every time
Gives me a wicked, wild supernova
When underneath the sheets
We make love


My man Mercury
What a stud he is
Always so hard
Always so willing and able to please
He just can't seem to get enough of me
And I must confess that when I'm down on my knees
In front of him
Licking that big, fat, juicy piece of man candy
Up and down
That I feel the same damm way about him!


My man The Moon
OOh how does he smooth
Rubbing his hands
Gentle and slow
Up and down
All over my skin
Melting me
Tempting me
Until I am helpless
A slave to his every kinky, naughty desire


My man Jupiter
Once a lover of other men
Now to one woman
Now to me only
Does he belong
All night long
In my bed
Giving me such delicious head
He can do no wrong
Removing my thong....
With his tongue


Mars, Mercury, The Moon and Jupiter
These are all my men
These are all my lovers
Eagerly sucking and fucking
Licking
My tits and pussy
Their goldren glory
Their goldren first prize
High up above the clouds
In a race to the stars
This is our Heaven
This is where we find
The most wonderful of all human treasures
Sweet, sweet orgasms
Far above and beyond
Any earth bound emotion ever created


2007 Ramona Thompson
 
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Sipping Moonbeams

The man in the moon is looking at me,
Smiling, so I smile back.
His jovial face shines down on my place,
Keeping blue from turning black.
I stop looking up,
Take a sip from my cup,
No longer questioning what I lack.


(Feedback requested. I really like this one, but I wonder if it strikes a chord with anyone else. Thanks!)
 
we love our stars
to death.

astral projections
to
the long-wait
check-out
aisle...

gum-smacking
conundrum'd
debit card scanner
mister bob i need a price check
candy bar?

thanksgiving's day parade balloon dead at 39
oooh look;

and look to see
who has noted
momentary
personal prurience.

then quickly
crumpled back...


we love
what we cannot be;

above us;
out there

stars​
 
Intentional?

drown said:
we love our stars
to death.

astral projections
to
the long-wait
check-out
aisle...

gum-smacking
conundrum'd
debit card scanner
mister bob i need a price check
candy bar?

thanksgiving's day parade balloon dead at 39
oooh look;

and look to see
who has noted
momentary
personal prurience.

then quickly
crumpled back...


we love
what we cannot be;

above us;
out there

stars​
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Did you intend to have the shape be somewhat human/female? Either way, I liked it with one minor, oh so minor, exception: I think there should be a period at the very end. Otherwise, the punctuation worked for me. Hell, you know it's good if my only complaint is about punctuation. :)
 
unapologetic said:
Did you intend to have the shape be somewhat human/female? Either way, I liked it with one minor, oh so minor, exception: I think there should be a period at the very end. Otherwise, the punctuation worked for me. Hell, you know it's good if my only complaint is about punctuation. :)
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thank you

yes,
the look
is integral
to the work;

though,
the look
was not so much
originally
intended
as
it was an organic
product
of
the construction...

---

omission of the final period
was intended
as well.

that period suggests to me a finality;
a grounding,
if you will...

and
as the cellestial seems
ponderously infinite,
so seems
our
fascination with
our more earthbound
celebrities...

we assign to them
a false ether
in which to be unbound -
unbridled ascendency...

we assign them
all the aspects
of
star-dom.

it's probably overthought, but
intended...

thanks again
 
once again i am saying 'wow' as i read through these.

it makes me very happy to see that so many have written their take on this concept. and so varied in response - simply wonderful.

i look forward to more or additional from those who have already posted.
i did not set a deadline on this month - so no worries if you are the type to slide in to home at the last second. (that'll be me too!)

gracias! --j
 
Anaïs Nin Explains Her Relationship With The Moon

I have tried, after many sleepless
nights, asking the Man in the Moon
to turn off his night light.
He has refused to listen
to my many requests and I have
been forced to consider climbing
on a ladder and unravel his skin
to unscrew the light bulb hidden
under his bulbous exterior.

If that is unsuccessful,
then I will chop him down
and use him for firewood. The world
will not be dark, however,
as any leftover pieces will be used
to power lighthouses.

The sea does not need sleep,
or tides for that matter.
 
Nova

The shock of an exploding star
Reminds me nothing stays the same.
Your faithful love, once near, now far,
Is faithless in your lover's car.
Destruction's sign is flame.
 
The Grandeur of the Sky

It used to be the sky was near,
And God, we hoped, stayed up all night
Protecting us, though we knew fear,
Since nothing we could do was right.
We have more sense, now, it would seem.
All lovers see the sky as grand,
But it don't value any dream,
Nor hate our faults, nor understand.
 
we look to white dots
in black for some kind
of answers

but we don't speak fission
and the lag is in parseks
these days

so by the time we're heard
and misunderstood

the bright coordinade
has shrieked it's last lungful
and perished in a climax

so who will answer
anyway?
 
While Her Friend Is Out Of Town

The party gets started at seven.
She shows him a bed at eleven,
And teases him there,
Where the moon's shining. Dare
She escort her friend's husband to heaven?
 
a Black Hole swirls in mass-less space
married to the rings of Saturn
wet, warm and wonderful
unlike the sun

yet life is spun
orbits around each other
committed as a comet
to continue on

it is written
in the celestial stars
that appears to be nothing more
than dots in the night sky
 
Newbie here - Virgin on the Poetry side...

:rolleyes: What Need

We tried to climb the mountain high
To touch the moon, the stars, the sky
A gentle touch, a muffled sigh
… to climb the mountain high

We tried to still celestial cries
To touch our souls with open eyes
A soft caress we did not try
… to still celestial cries.

What need to climb the mountain high
To touch the moon, the stars, the sky
What need to still celestial cries
To touch our souls with open eyes

What need a gentle lovers sigh
… when climbing mountains high
 
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