O God, Where Would Be My Resting Place..?
i could see billions upon billions of stars
scattered thick on the deeps of high heavens
puzzling thoughts and even imagination-
creation's might stuns me speechless;
i stand far far far below as a worthless speck
wondering who the god might be
that created mammoth spheres of flaming lights
condescending to build my fickle frame
with intricate knots and bends and rivers of blood
and keeping a trillion mysteries inside me-
o god, where would be my place of rest after death
amongst the infinite stars in remotest space?
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Billions and Billions
BILLIONS AND BILLIONS
Billions and billions
Of stars in the sky-
Billions and billions
Of people who die.
Billions and billions
We wonder why-
So much and so many
And all passing by.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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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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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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I Am Only One Small Name In A Universe
I AM ONLY ONE SMALL NAME IN A UNIVERSE
I am only one small name in a universe,
Of billions of names-
I am only one small bodily being
Where there are billions of billions-
I am a beginning and an end,
As all living things-
A speck in vast spaces whose specks are uncountable-
No one or nothing need save me
No one or nothing need remember me
No one or nothing billions of years hence
Need smile because I was here.
I am so small I need never to have existed-
I am not even here now,
Whoever is writing this
Lost me a long time ago.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Seeing the world with god
i look through my body
at the world, the stars, moon
stars beyond stars
i know there are stars, moon
stars beyond stars too
from my temporary sphere
the aura that shines
from this physical self
the 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
shrewdly playing
the beginning, the end
the two walls
between the human brain
the man innocently walks
to oblivion
some attempt to broaden the width
others like me attempt to
to burst out of the walls
to take a peep outside
the limitations, this physical self
the world outside
the god inside and out
the moon, sun, universe
the things outside
i too have become a galaxy
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
an infinite me
looking at the finite me
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
the expansive universe
myself a galaxy
the zillion of selves
those stars, suns
spinning towards
a full stop?
eternity?
the human brain
stretched towards
a world of no end
suffocated in its attempt
i stand beside god
for just a moment
to take a peek at
all his workings
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 standby the creator
to look at his puppeteering
wondering his motives
in his design
the privilege he gives me
to share a view
of his craft
my mind flying
outside the two walls
of the brain
instead of between
infinity
my body
the universe
i look at them
like the stars, moon, meteors
this infinite me
with a finite self
of stars, moons,
stars beyond stars
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Trillion Million Trillion Million Wonders
the world has passed
a trillion million trillion
million of seconds
each second helps
the other crosses
the path of our mind
at equal interval, space
each a divine finger
holding and counting
his treasured creation
cogs creation ride on
each a good samaritan
to each other and us
every second is
unique as the next
because each is
one among
a trillion million trillion
million of seconds
like you, me and them
creation is
a trillion million
trillion million of wonders
beyond the earth
worlds within worlds
up there stars sparkle and smile
each a master of ceremony
ready to lit up and unveil
secretsthat infinity holds on to
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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It Is We Who Are Now
IT IS WE WHO ARE NOW
It is we who are we now
Us in this world as we are now
Which truly matters.
The rest
The billions of years of what will be
Or what was.
All the rest
The billions and billions of people
And minds and nights and galaxies also
All that otherness we will never know
It doesn’t matter.
We as we are in our own lifetimes
With those we love
This is what matters
Only this
Our life our loves
The time we have
Before we won’t have any.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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In A Space
In a space allocated to me by the human race
Inhabiting this area until I die this space is occupied
Im in a space leased by kind permission of the human race
Close up I am big but far away Im small and hardly here at all
cause in a space out in space
We disappear without a trace
Now Im out in inner space
And lookin at the people. standing face to face
And filling up the space
Men and women boys and girls
There are so many people in the world
Thinkin about the world
And all the people in it
And Im staring at the stars
And into the infinite
In a world within a world
On a planet thats
Driftin in a space
Seconds into minutes and minutes
Into hours and hours into days
And days into months and months into years
And years into decade tens into thousands
Thousands into millions, millions into billions
Billions into zillions and forever and forever
In a space allocated by the human race
Somewhere in outer space its far away and I like it that way
Now Im out in inner space
And lookin at the people, standing face to face
And filling up the space
Men and women boys and girls
There are so many people in the world
Thinkin about the world
And all the people in it
And Im staring at the stars
And into the infinite
In a world within a world
On a planet thats
Driftin in a space
In a space, in a space, in a space
Now Im out in inner space
And lookin at the people standing face to face
And filling up the space
On a planet thats
Driftin in a space
song performed by by Kinks
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Perhaps, in retrospect, there would be little motivation even for malevolent extraterrestrials to attack the Earth; perhaps, after a preliminary survey, they might decide it is more expedient just to be patient for a little while and wait for us to self-destruct.
Carl Sagan in Billions & Billions: Thoughts on Life and Death at the Brink of the Millennium
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Each Poem Inspires Others
Each poems inspires others-
Poems multiply without ceasing
Yet over- population
Does not threaten -
For poems are harmless beings
Billions and billions of them can survive
As if stars unseen
Whose light in dreams
Never goes out.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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the fireflies of Puerto P.
we take the boat at night
the sea is having its low tide
we are going to the place where the fireflies are mating
we trace the rivers like blood to our veins
the moon has not come at that hour
the trees along the banks are mere shadows
the fireflies are all there
glistening like stars in the heavens
there is so much silence
what we can hear is only the sound of the boat sliding on the river
i've seen for once the magic of their lights
and there i am but a mere shadow against the trees
the journey towards my childhood begins
where Papa trapped all of them inside a jar for us to marvel
how life gives light and how quick shall death take it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Boundless sphere
earth hangs
in space
dancing round
and round
a juggling act
proclaiming
a realm of
the possible
among a million
trillion stars
we live in space
a boundless
sphere afforded
by the gods
we hang in
the mind
of the gods
and are objects
of their designs
among a million
trillion stars
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Buddha in Glory
Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet--
all this universe, to the furthest stars
all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.
Now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,
and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.
Illuminated in your infinite peace,
a billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the presence that
will be, when all the stars are dead.
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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The Night Sky
The Night Sky
Stars Were So Bright In The Nights Dark Sky
The Little Lights That Lit Up The Black Spots In Space
Stars That We Wondered In
And Saw Many Wonderful Things
Like The Many Stars That Are Out There...
How There Are So Many Lights In The Night Sky...
How The Night Sky Could Look So Great
In Only Black And White
The Same Thing, The Same Looks..
Yet So Many Objects And Point Outs Of Our Imagination
Oh, How The Night Sky
When We Look On about Its The Same Sky We See When We're Away From Each other
The Same Crescent Moon, The Same Stars
The Same Look Outs That Remind Me Of You.
poem by Gabina Gomez
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Angels come as birds to Say Goodmorning!
An angel came as bird,
Sat wings folded, singing 'look it is time wake up.
it is morning that opens,
You are lawful inhabitant of this world,
good,
you evolved as terrestrial,
that life Confined to water as only aquatic,
Be not satisfied terrestrial,
work like an ant,
But not confine and be satisfied to be an ant,
just enjoy multidimensional universe,
Look at space and stars and galaxies,
Think about home celestial,
breathing air, wandering and wondering here,
Look at the distant goal!
Cleaning garbage of narrow thoughts,
Filling heart with Ever growing love,
Come fly with me,
Find imagination and intelligence,
Wings that help and make you fly!
Found yourself in heart,
Own and all hearts you see,
billions of worlds living in own heart!
Come on let us fly to divine,
Never you are limited
Nothing can confine.
It is all easy,
if efforts are determined!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Universe
Often I have wondered,
Watching the full moon rise over the mountains
At dusk- if some day I could
Travel along its pathway as it
Revolves about the earth, and perhaps even find myself
Riding bareback on a comet- and landing,
To build a home there on the moon-
I know I could never plant a tree there,
That there are no rivers there
To walk along, or no highways to drive upon
That would lead me to that eternal paradise of my fantasies-
Wherever it may be?
If I could find myself alone,
Standing upon a magical mountain above
One of the moon’s phenomenal craters-
In my solitude I could let my imagination
Carry me to other places in the universe
Towards where I could escape the
Wars, famine and destitution of the earth-
Towards Venus I would fly if I could, or
Towards Mars while becoming a nightingale in my wildest dream-
The rings of Saturn I have always found intriguing and
Almost striking in their splendor-
Inside the fortress of my wildest dreams I know that
The sun has given us light here for countless centuries,
And most likely- shall be present countless more-
And as magnificent and mystifying as the planets are-
They are beyond my reach- except within my fondest reverie-
In a dream, no matter day or night- however, I can
Let my phantasmal spirit carry me light years away,
Happy to be soaring across the universe through that sky of
Cerulean blue- without my dreams, I would have no destination,
Often I have wondered – as I look upwards towards the stars
In the midnight sky- if it truly matters how far away they are- as
They were born and created eons past to add some splendor and enchantment
To the billions of people here on this planet earth - as well as
The thrill and sorcery of wondering what we do not know-
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Before we give you billions more, we want to know what you've done with the trillion you've got.
Condensing Space
the universe is a garden
of gems, stars and planets
and a mental wonderland
if you love arithematics, theories
of compression and relativity
every place in space is just a few minutes away
as close as your own bedroom and the garden
there is space and they are meant for fun
and should be the least of any body's problem
they are pleasure to the space condenser
the three trillion trillion miles
well, they can be condensed into two three miles
remember the six inch of your mind
well it has in it all the space you would ever traverse
just cflose your eyes and see
the energies all over space can be harnessed
or deharnessed? ? ? to condense space,
so that you need just one minute to go to the
furthest reach of space
just close your eyes and there you would see
all the distance of the universes
condensed in a little box on your top
one day it will be as simple as that
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Dark Nights
Dark nights, stars are burning billions of miles away, in the hollows of the black sky. That is how she feels all the time.
Dark nights, how will she navigate her way, find her way, when all she can see in the nothingness all around her.
Dark nights, she screams at the nothingness thats around her. she screams at the numbness inside her, the pains she cannot get away from, and the coldness that drowns her.
Dark nights, no one knows about the fights she fights alones, trapted inside her own self.
She is stuck in the darkness, the nothingness, and the numbness.
the dreadful dark nights she is comsumed by. she doesnt want no one's help. she wants to do this on her own.
dark nights, she is actually comfortable here. she is used to it here. she belongs here
at least for now.
Dark nights, it is her one place she is accepted. no one knows her, no one is there.
Dark nights, it is a place of her own. A place she created. no judgements.
The dark nights ask nothing of her, the dark nights has no expectations of her.
She owns the Dark nights.
poem by Ashley Dowdy
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Dark Nights
Dark nights, stars are burning billions of miles away, in the hollows of the black sky. That is how she feels all the time.
Dark nights, how will she navigate her way, find her way, when all she can see in the nothingness all around her.
Dark nights, she screams at the nothingness the around her. She screams at the numbness inside her, the pains she cannot get away from, and the coldness that drowns her.
Dark nights, no one knows about the fights she fights alones, trapped inside her own self.
She is stuck in the darkness, the nothingness, and the numbness.
The dreadful dark nights she is consumed by. She doesn’t want no one's help. she wants to do this on her own.
Dark nights, she is actually comfortable here. She is used to it here. she belongs here
at least for now.
Dark nights, it is her one place she is accepted. No one knows her, no one is there.
Dark nights, it is a place of her own. A place she created. No judgments.
The dark nights ask nothing of her, the dark night does not have any expectations of her.
She owns the Dark nights.
poem by Ashley Joyce Forbus
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