Outside The Orbit
the galaxy is too big
and planets do not really care
and stars too
that glitter but
indifferently
out of orbit
a planetoid goes free willy
another uncertainty
soundlessly trekking
in the pursuit of its own space
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Galaxies
the galaxies drift
the stars are swimming in the ocean
of space
it is dark but all the planets are feeling confident
there are laws to follow
there will be no collisions
the big bang was so terrible
some stars explode
on the other hand another galaxy is born
somewhere in space
all these
meteors and stars and earths
paradise
in random chaos
we must all know
is still the best poem
ever
you see? the stars over there
they are twinkling
they agree and do not question
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Collision
Space, made of the pulsing endless vastness of the human imagination
Stars glow, comets fly, rocks drift all of this is silent as it happens in each galaxy
Quite soundless work taking it’s time
Everything must be perfect, efficient
When something foreign or new touches this space all of the workers
Must now create harmony and must accommodate the friend or intruder
If this foreign friend feels right like it must belong space will keep it
If it is an intruder planning to destroy comets fly to battle and attack
The white comets must protect its red rocks and absent sun
Then one faithful day space began to pulse faster as a foreign
Friend came into contact
The friend felt warm, soft, new, and inviting
It was another galaxy
It began pulsing as they became closer and closer
We fly away from these pink and red galaxies into the bodies of two people
Then further and further until we see them begin their new journey
A touch
A kiss
In the night
As the stars glow, comets fly, and rocks drift soundlessly and forever
Written: January 21,2010
poem by Ryan Collins
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Two minds in Harmony for Tom Mariani
A myriad stars, bright points of light
are twinkling in the darkling sky
and many more beyond my sight
far from this island galaxy.
Another planet family
may orbit round some distant sun.
Considered mathematically
the odds are that there might be one.
Which is the same or similar
as those orbit our sun.
Perhaps some being sees our star
and sits and meditates upon.
The remote possibility.
a life form of a different sort
in some far distant galaxy.
A being capable of thought.
Is looking skywards wondering
about the stars he cannot see
and seriously pondering.
Upon the probability.
That sapient life is not confined
but wide spread through the universe.
A thought both beings keep in mind
A thought that others think perverse.
I wonder if one day there’ll
be some way we can communicate.
Perhaps by thought telepathy.
Now there’s something to contemplate.
20-Nov-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Careless Words
Careless words clutter the galaxy,
Chunky tales have no end to their galaxy;
Yet enchanted we stand in this tallness,
Dazzling and bright are the stars for us.
Dear prizes await the distinct, as the galaxy
Shall suffer from them from time to time,
Direful consequences await the suffered,
Much time depresses us while we slaughter.
Extra-large thoughts clutter our stars with pain,
Deranged mad brains cluster as stars
In this field of vision, in this dead space.
I see delight and delicious food in the stars.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Mist
i do not wish to dirty the white veil
that covers the face of the one i love
truly as i kiss the white skin, i do not wish
to shed a tear, to spoil the purity of my intentions
my heart bleeds as you say
i do not love you for how can i really love you? how can i?
i understand how the planets move, how this galaxy takes care of its course,
there shall be no change
of direction, whatever, whether the reason be
the magical love, the fantasy of being, the all-out giving with nothing left,
a love so pure equated with zero, when you give everything, when you
crumple like a leaf, when you are consumed by the strong blow
of a sigh
i have loved you all my life and i have given everything i am all for you
what more do you need of my stupidity? you are the whirlpool
sucking all that i have, and i have let it that way
for nothing.
how can you ever love me? i too ask that, and i know the answer, but
unlike the planets and the stars and the galaxy
not swayed by pain or bliss,
i know the answer and i give back what i have taken.
i give back silence, and then i bow and then i die and then i am gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Great Space
Pompous language suggests I suffer from you,
Let us with them burden others for the words.
Sun and stars gather at night to meet the day,
Never do stars suffer from the eyesight,
None pass their periods in waiting.
The planets orbit the twigs called multiple suns,
Catch their glare all around in the vacuum.
Space is an offering of great aid
To the non-believers, the believers.
May pomposity be attacked by aliens
If we can not defend ourselves.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Mother Earth Gods Wonder
The infinity of space filled by the maker in a nano second
Makes galaxies with burning stars orbitally beckon
Planets to fly turning in their orbit,
Mother Earth Gods wonder creation to fit
Orbits round the sun the giver of her life to justify
The gift for mankind we must thank the Lord for ever high.
The Earth's baby Moon caress's the night time stars
We all look in wonder from Venus to Mars,
Forever and ever we must look after this planet of blue
With faith that is strong every day that is new,
Hallelujah and Amen.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Believe First In Yourself Baby
believe in yourself first baby
and everyone will soon follow
they will believe you because
you believe in yourself
and you will lead them to the
belief of other selves and
all of you will start believing
another soul becomes a king
another soul becomes a queen
and soon you shall have a
kingdom of believers: strong
men and women,
without an oppressor
without a tyrant
and soon we all become ourselves
planets within our orbits
a galaxy moving alone
lights shining, stars and more stars
who is afraid of a black space
who is afraid of a black hole
who is afraid of this mouth of
boredom and loneliness?
no one, no one, because
we believers in ourselves
foremost, like to eat them.
and there fromt this earth
the stargazers see us:
shining stars, venus, jupiter and mars
look how they shine!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Little Willy
Little willy knows a secret
Little willy likes to lie
He is getting so excited
Willys a very emotional guy
Little willy gets nervous, but he aint super shy
Unless some stuck-up skirt makes fun of his size
Chorus
Little willy likes to bang his drum
(little willy likes to play in the band)
Little willy he aint so dumb
(little willy shrinks up when the girls get chilly
Takes a whole lot of lovin just to warm up willy)
Rap
Little willy doesnt get nervous but he aint shy
Unless lovely ladies make fun of his size
Little willy likes to bang his drum
Little willys in the band
Little willy, he aint so dumb
Willy shrinks up when the girls get chilly
Takes a whole lot of lovin just to warm up willy
Willy, dont cry
Willy, go zip up your fly
Chorus repeat
song performed by by Poison
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A Dinner For Two
the candle light
between us
is the sun
you and i
are the only two planets
revolving
you spin on your
own orbit
and so do i
we look at each
other
i hold your hand
the moon shines
arrayed by stars
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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CFBDSIR2149(Homeless Planet)
No more pity for the gypsies
and those who left their homes as refugees.
A single homeless planet
sans the pull of a star to transit
and not moving in an orbit of a star,
seven times of the size of Jupiter
is floating in the space.
No orphanage or galaxy
to take care of it.
Too cold, fit for the young to live.
Book your tickets soon
to spend there your honeymoon.
To trouble you, there is no earthly goon
or for the budding love to prune.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Planets in Space
the planets in space
are realised souls
in meditation
round and round
they go counting chants
six years, ten years, a hundred years
the planets in space
if you can see
what holds them
among glittering stars
if your eyes could see
through divine fallacy
we - mere flashes of energy
to the plants, fishes
shadows to dogs
logs to ants
planets in space
they are realised souls
in meditation
each one revolves
with a sacred chant
one year, twenty years,
a hundred years
round and round
encircling divine power
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Rich Space
Famous among the rich
My green gun was shot on them
Just like stars and planets
And the eruptions of Time.
And I was pleasant in giving
My time I owned to the present
After I had travelled so many years in space.
Space and the stars gathered me!
poem by Naveed Akram
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Galaxy
The Galaxy
On the terrace in the sun I closed my eyes
and saw coloured light dancing under my
eyelids like a galaxy that only existed inside
of me… or is the real galaxy an illusion.
Scientists watch stars in their great telescope
but only see what is in their heads…
And we agree because we too only see what
is in our own mind. Ruby stars and pink moons
and the dream of immortality that our souls
fly to a mysterious planet like our own where
death has been vanquished.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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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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The Stars Are Brightest
i
the stars are brightest
on the deep blackness
of the night
ii
not on those brightest days
can you feel the glitter
of a single star
iii
no on the deep scarlet of our grief
can we for once
change into stars
show that our hearts glow
like diamonds
in the ocean floor of our
sorrows
iv
twinkle, glitter, glow
there is also meaning and beauty
in this sorrow
v
we do not have to be mud
others have turned to the god of the rocks
we can be stars
meteors shooting brightness in dark space
galaxies expanding
to build a new world
we can be suns of glory when others explode
and be gone for worst
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Marina After Giving Birth To A Baby Girl
now you are complete
your husband and yourself
and baby marina
that you named maria after
your great grandmother,
your world is a circle closed
and we cannot get in there anymore
lest we are nothing
but planets losing our own
orbits
clashing with the privacy of
your own galaxy
do not be disturbed
as we close our own circles too
alone by ourselves
we become stars
distant stars in the skies
from your room
as you begin to sing the
lullaby
we are different
our glitters dim like dying lights
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Darker Places
The darker planets are made of you,
Know that your intention is clear;
This strange music floats in the crevices of space,
My black head and amazing weapon loses.
Planets are lost for the fun of music,
We have intended to float in space;
The origin of space is internal and absolute,
For the silent beings are concrete and stained.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hey Willy
Hey Willy your mother calls you Billy
your father calls you silly
but you really are a pretty one
Hey baby you're dressing like a lady
The fellows call you Sadie
but you really are a pretty one
You don't care
what they say about your hair
'Cause the bad man's smiling
every time he sees you comin' yeah
Willy is the singer in a rock'n'roll band
Every time he shows his face
put away your
Oh yeah Willy's gonna show them now
No no no no Willy's gonna go somehow
My name's Willy gonna turn on the lights
playing rock'n'roll music to early early night
Can't stop dancing to the rhythm in your feet
Listen to the drummer Yeah listen to the beat
chorus
Hey Willy your mother calls you Billy
your daddy calls you silly
but you really are a pretty one
verse 2
verse 3
chorus
song performed by by Hollies
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Know His World
the center table is the sun
and the chairs around are his planets
the walls are the horizons
the floors are the abyss
his words on paper scattered stars
his dogs and cats his zodiac
his silence his void
doubts his ripples
in the sea of galaxy
where his soul
is immersed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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