GOD in His Mighty Kingdom
Heavens
too need a Queen
the stars are
the glittering stones
of Her Crown
The King
is so kind and powerful
in the vastness of
its Eternal Spaces
Its eyes
The Suns and Moons
Its hiding places
The Planets
Its Emissaries
The Comets
I speak
As one of those
Invisible
Insignificant Atom
We are
But Negligible
Molecules....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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As night is black
As night is black and speckled
by a glittering of stars
stretching from here
to anywhere and somewhere
in the vastness
lays suns and moons
and planets without number,
so all the wonder of His works
hints incalcuble power
and reason without end.
The southern cross and other stars
guides me on the right way
just as sure as His words
is a shining lamp
that sets the path
on which my life should go.
So insignificantly small
I am against the vast universe
and yet He knows my name
and the creator of it all
made man greater
than the beasts
with the ability
to reason, think
and choose
and He loves me
in my humanity.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Psycopathia Sexualis
Case 19)
X., peasant, aged thirty-four and a half; Sun-Worshipper. Father and Mother were hard drinkers. Since his fifth year patient has had epileptic convulsions-i.e. he falls down unconscious, lies still two or three minutes, and then gets up and runs directly with staring eyes towards the Sun. Sexuality was first manifested at seventeen. The patient had inclinations neither for women nor for men, but for constellations (stars, moons, suns et cetera). He had intercourse with stars and moons and later with comets and suns. Never any onanism.
The patient paints pictures of suns; is of a very limited intelligence. For years, religious paranoia, with states of ecstasy. He has an 'inexplicable' love for the Sun, for whom he would sacrifice his life. Taken to hospital, he proves to be free from infirmity and signs of anatomical degeneration.
poem by Harry Crosby
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Seasons of Query
Autumn is here
And the nights cooler and clear
Sparkling heavens
Full moons lit by
Thousands of suns
Autumn is here,
With twinkling starry skies
Breath taking Throbbing hearts
Quickening pulses
Comets
Streaking across the skies
And falling stars
Riding the heavens
Once again I wonder
At the works
Of a divne planner
Or physics in the making
Or a chaos hap and hazard
An autumn night
With all its mighty splendor
Whose cause I do not know
Though my mind
Never at rest
I enjoy the pleasure
Of my nest
Shimon
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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Black is color of my true love's hair
So many songs have been written about my love.
The beautiful color of my true love's hair. The hair of a powerful beauty.
Black as a wormhole or as simple as a crayon.
Made of ions, electrons and protons, my love must have created all things
for her hair supports everything.
From the planets, moons, suns, constellations and universes. My true love has no prejudice or hatred for any one being instead love for all she creates.
Her face lights up planets and her waters house life while her skin supports all walking creatures and four legged enigmas.
Her eyes are stars gazers while her smiles are super novas
and her beautiful black hair is simply the dark matter in space.
poem by Josephe Buchanan
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Between the Creator and Me
I look through my body
at the world, the stars, moons,
stars beyond stars
I know there are stars, moons
stars beyond stars too
circling all within my finite self
this temporary sphere I am crowned with
the aura that shines from these
trillion of cells
all the moving atoms,
electrons, protons,
the universe inside and out
I look at them
from my infinite self
god the puppeteer
skillfully playing
the beginning, the end
I came out of the two walls
the human brain is kept in
to take a peep at myself, the universe
the moons, suns, universe,
stars beyond stars
I find a galaxy I possess
so many stars, moons, suns
the cells blazing with life, light
all working out of my control
as I join god to take
a look at his worlds
a meteor flashes by
a cell loses hold
flushed by blood to another world
all the stars, moons,
universe outside and inside
all the cells that I own
that soon would squeeze me out
to join the plane
where I could view
the beat of the universe
standing beside god
witnessing all his designs
wondering all the motives
behind his pupputeering
the moons, the suns, the universe
the cells acting out his drama round and round
casting off light
I saw a star burst
light light years away
the cancer patient
carrying a cell
that too has burst
soon to cast that black hole
over the finite self
the infinite journeys to
rest on another finite self
the universe
I stand by the creator
to look at his puppeteering
wondering his motives in his design
my mind flying outside the brain
I look at the the world, universe,
stars, moon, meteors, stars beyond stars
and myself that
swing with stars, moons,
stars beyond stars
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Outside Myself
I look through my body
at the world, the stars, moons,
stars beyond stars
I know there are stars, moons
stars beyond stars too
circling all within my finite self
this temporary sphere I am crowned with
the aura that shines from these
trillion of cells
all the moving atoms,
electrons, protons,
the universe inside and out
I look at them
from my infinite self
god the puppeteer
skillfully playing
the beginning, the end
I came out of the two walls
the human brain is kept in
to take a peep at myself, the universe
the moons, suns, universe,
stars beyond stars
I find a galaxy I possess
so many stars, moons, suns
the cells blazing with life, light
all working out of my control
as I join god to take
a look at his worlds
a meteor flashes by
a cell loses hold
flushed by blood to another world
all the stars, moons,
universe outside and inside
all the cells that I own
that soon would squeeze me out
to join the plane
where I could view
the beat of the universe
standing beside god
witnessing all his designs
wondering all the motives
behind his pupputeering
the moons, the suns, the universe
the cells acting out his drama round and round
casting off light
I saw a star burst
light light years away
the cancer patient
carrying a cell
that too has burst
soon to cast that black hole
over the finite self
the infinite journeys to
rest on another finite self
the universe
I stand by the creator
to look at his puppeteering
wondering his motives in his design
my mind flying outside the brain
I look at the the world, universe,
stars, moon, meteors, stars beyond stars
and myself that
swing with stars, moons,
stars beyond stars
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The King & Queen Of America
Well c'mon darlin'
The stars are burning bright
C'mon now darlin'
Our lick is good tonight -
'cause we're the all time winners
In the all time loser's game
Yea we're the all time winners
And here we go again
The king & queen of america...
Yea it's the king of nothing
And the queen of rage
With a pile of confusion
Upon a glittering stage
You know we never did anything
To make ourselves feel proud
You know we never did anything
So let's play it loud
Let's hear it for the -
King & queen of america...
So c'mon darlin'
There's a big moon in the sky -
We're gonna build
A little satellite -
We're gonna make it fly...
We're gonna send it up to heaven
All the way up to the stars
And all of them aliens
Are gonna find out
Who we are -
We're talkin' 'bout the
King & queen of america
song performed by by Eurythmics
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Back to the Atomic State...
he is looking for an opening
his eyes are angry
but his words are restrained
and will not
let the mouth speak about
emotions
in his place emotions are
rebels
and the owner of everything
will not like it
there are spies and soldiers
of decent speech
and modest actions
and anyone caught shall be
shot to death
or beaten till his flesh
bleeds no more
and so he is looking for an exit
an opening
but there is only nowhere
there is only somewhere
and time seems to be like a road
without a station
and emotions seem to just a random
of planets
evading a collision
that could have made him happy
when the whole universe
bangs against
each other
and thus end everything
everything
so he could become another atom again
beginning anew
on a virginal spin
in a nucleus world
where he can be truly himself again
he is so small
he is so negligible
and let it be again
that no one notices him
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't Be Angry If I Go Away, Love
Don't be angry if I go away, love
away for a little
into the empty spaces behind my eyes.
I have gone fishing
in the dark spaces,
in the quiet places where the quick stars swim.
But I will be back, love,
I will soon be back,
with a shining salmon to light your house,
with my hands golden with comet-dust,
brimming with the bread of suns.
I will be back, love, I will soon be back.
Don't be angry, love, I will soon be back.
poem by John Garth Raubenheimer
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Everything springs to life
the whole creation
is life - the stars,
moons, planets
shuttling through
an eternal process
guided by a mind -
the one that also
controls our heart,
hands and feet
lotuses that waves
to sun inch by inch
till they are majestic
blooms embracing
all angles of eternity
the answer of creation
lies in the heart of men
his whole physique
god's blue print of
of his manifestations
stars and planets
seas and rivers
shutte through this physique
a magnificent black
hole calmly sits atop
give the eternal mind
some space and
everything springs - to life!
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Ignorant Before the Heavens of My Life
Ignorant before the heavens of my life,
I stand and gaze in wonder. Oh the vastness
of the stars. Their rising and descent. How still.
As if I didn't exist. Do I have any
share in this? Have I somehow dispensed with
their pure effect? Does my blood's ebb and flow
change with their changes? Let me put aside
every desire, every relationship
except this one, so that my heart grows used to
its farthest spaces. Better that it live
fully aware, in the terror of its stars, than
as if protected, soothed by what is near.
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Beach,4 P.m. Somewhere...
as i walk along the beach
this afternoon
i give in to the child in me
picking up stones,
amazed by its colors
and shapes
i begin to make stories out
of them...stones, smaller ones,
like a creature possessed by an
enigma,
there must be an underlying
truth to its
shape, it is, as it must
be telling me about
what happens to me
after this?
is this a hurting enigma?
am i mad at my attempt to give meaning
to one without meaning?
i am interpreting a pebble
the smallness of humility the silence
of the insignificant
the wars of the sands
the struggle of the waves of the sea
chasing each other
as to who reaches the thighs of
the shore first
a mad man is reading the shores
of the sea on
a very insignificant moment of the day
the stones are writing novels
on the hot skins of the shores
people who pass me by are sparing me
of saying anything
and they refuse to look at me and give
that look
of that feeling that i must have been
one kind of
a wasted man
a child looks at me with pity
and asks, what are you doing with the pebbles?
are they speaking to you?
i am awakened by this vastness
sometimes to be found, i must experience being lost myself
in the secret labyrinths of
thought
the child is looking for play,
i do not have it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The King Queen Of America
Well cmon darlin
The stars are burning bright
Cmon now darlin
Our lick is good tonight -
cause were the all time winners
In the all time losers game
Yea were the all time winners
And here we go again
The king & queen of america...
Yea its the king of nothing
And the queen of rage
With a pile of confusion
Upon a glittering stage
You know we never did anything
To make ourselves feel proud
You know we never did anything
So lets play it loud
Lets hear it for the -
King & queen of america...
So cmon darlin
Theres a big moon in the sky -
Were gonna build
A little satellite -
Were gonna make it fly...
Were gonna send it up to heaven
All the way up to the stars
And all of them aliens
Are gonna find out
Who we are -
Were talkin bout the
King & queen of america
song performed by by Eurythmics
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King Happy, Frog of Doom
Meet King Happy, Frog of Doom.
Withought Queen, Under moon.
Though he was a friendly frog,
Tragedy struck him often.
People would claim to be his friend
To take what could be gotten.
The stress had caused his eyes to cross.
Despite his life of constant loss,
He always had his crown.
This King of course he had no land,
No people to call his own.
To be honest he proclaimed himself a King
Wishing not to be alone.
So he always had his crown. (So what if he had his crown?)
Forgetting to take it off one day,
He sank and slowly drowned.
poem by King Happy
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Legacy of the Purple Robe
The legacy of the purple robe,
Worn by the most powerful of kings, Gods, and highest of lords,
The purple robe of majesty, embedded with diamond galore,
The legacy of the apparel and the creator never seen before,
In correlation with the platinum crown,
The Creator of everything wearing the magic gown,
Beyond the planet Earth, the creator beyond the renowned,
Creator of the nine planets and the galaxy all around,
Beyond the sky, the solar system painted by the creator,
The creator without a name, the universe’s dictator,
Higher than Zeus, God, Allah, something much greater,
The creator with portraits of the universe, the painter,
Wearing the purple gown and the platinum crown, the God of all,
Within the asteroid belt, the universe’s wall,
In the creator’s portrait, the solar system enthralled,
Not a religion, but something higher than the skies,
Something invisible, looking down on the Earth with blue eyes,
Beyond religion, the highest of the power of gods refined,
The artist of the universe’s blueprint that’s intricately designed,
Creator of the moon, the grass, the mountains, and the sun that shines,
The purple robe beyond the stars, worn by the creator in the royal shrine,
The purple robe and the platinum crown, only worn by the most creative of mind,
For this creator was truly a painter, an artist of the universe,
Inflicted by hypergraphia and insanity of mind, the artist’s curse,
That sits above the realm of space when the planets dispersed,
At one point everything was one planet cluttered in space,
Until he created boundaries within the realm that separated planets in a linear trace,
Above the galaxy in the darkened realm beyond the stars the creator’s place,
Until he created the new portrait of the big bang, and the old blueprint was replaced,
Within one shattering boom of the storm, the portraits transformed in haste,
And the cluttered planet was forgotten forever without a trace,
Now separated in the solar system,9 planets are spread in space,
The purple robe, only worn by the artist and the God of everything,
Compulsively observing his portrait sitting on the different sections of the asteroid ring,
The platinum crown, and the purple robe, worn by the ultimate king,
Beyond religion, the highest power humans never seen,
The creator, that painted everything.
poem by Kurt Kacich
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In Stars
The star has passed its test and examination,
While the planets walk their fill as they fly
In the playwright's path, the writers and poets
Also swim in the heavens, like jokers and charlatans.
The heavens overwhelm a minority, the false upstarts
Of this century that delivers a promise of gooseberries
And strawberries in the universe of fruit,
When the wish to be strong has come true.
Each man who rides a camel shall share the desert,
Without a horse the soldiers of the cavalry-charge expel
The warriors anyway, for the riding has finished
And heavenly death outrages the majority of thinkers.
Battles on the ground astound the wars in the heavens,
These places see a light of dusts and extinguished fire,
A rotting paradise of delights, a region of fateful war,
That turns into discouraging appearances for apparitions.
The stars of this sky are diverse and special to the place and event,
People scattered on the suns and stars shall smile further,
Only to collide with the nebulous faces of the extraterrestrials,
Once smitten and bitten, like solvable pencils in play.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Beyond Gravity
PLANETS float
follow their own assigned orbits
meteors pass by
avoiding collisions
the sun rules and the moon
keeps faith
on its smaller revolutions
the stars on the other galaxies
keep glittering in their
own spaces
everything expands and moves
away
expect another destruction
a necessity
for more galaxies
and we are but atoms
and neutrons and protons
in all confusions.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nerve wracking
lightning fast as it is
could not rival nerves
that let me see its wonder
in equally nerve wracking speed
the horse fast it may run
could not rival thought
that had put the car on the road
and plane in the sky
the stars in the sky that travels
to us in a million years
are there to prove
man could do the same
- a million times faster
the greatest wonder of the world
is not the stars, moons, sun
but the heads over our shoulders
from there the stars, moons, suns
and the human race soar
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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On The Beach At Night, Alone
ON the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining--I think a thought of the clef of
the universes, and of the future.
A VAST SIMILITUDE interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,
comets, asteroids,
All the substances of the same, and all that is spiritual upon the
same,
All distances of place, however wide,
All distances of time--all inanimate forms,
All Souls--all living bodies, though they be ever so different, or in
different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes--the fishes, the
brutes, 10
All men and women--me also;
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages;
All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this globe, or any
globe;
All lives and deaths--all of the past, present, future;
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann'd, and shall
forever span them, and compactly hold them, and enclose them.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Out of this world
I flew to you
from the deepest
point in the Universe,
through galaxies, dark suns,
saw six moons rise
on the Planet of Confession
sailed through Nebulas
breathed their gases,
rode on the back of Comets.
I saw the Diamond Planet,
escaped black holes,
and scorching Suns
landed on your world,
fought off commuters
on the underground.
Caught the number 43 bus
and stood all the way
to your street.
Put up with the guy
playing loud music
on his iPod
walked the last 50 yards
to your house
and climbed the wall
just to be with you,
but when I knocked
you were out.
poem by Ruth Walters
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