Poems from the Cosmos
Today the Scribes have set out to explore the cosmos, delivering poetic insights inspired by the stars all along the way. Whether standing on the ground gazing up at the sky or soaring through the vastness of space in an imaginary spaceship, each of these musings speaks to our place in the universe, alongside the celestial bodies & beings we encounter throughout our journey. With minds moving through timelines and discovering new dimensions, the Scribes approach the idea of infinity through poetry—glimpsing God within everything, including ourselves. ⚘
Featuring the following poets:
Amethyst Drake
Joshua Walker
Olivia Croley
KB Ballentine
Kate Lawder
Dane Osborne
Frances Denise
Angelika Shelley
Mackenzie Laird
Brian Seadorf
Angelia Ross
Brandon Thorpe
Helga Kidder
Cameron Lyric Cox
Guiliana Noto
Jack & Nina
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POEMS FROM THE
COSMOS
COSMIC MEMORY
My eyes have glimpsed infinity
all the way back to the beginning
where the bubble bursts
and it all starts again.
I have lived a thousand lifetimes
dancing across elementary particles
in the never-ending process
of birth and death
and birth and death
riding fluctuations in the void
like waves at the beach.
I have made memories
in The Great Cosmic Consciousness,
painted pictures on the face of the eternal.
I have explored all ten dimensions
spinning up or down
to tunes played on strings made of reality.
I have lived in the heart of a dying star,
felt its colossal mass crush me
before ripping a hole in the fabric of reality.
I have fallen through the event horizon
to touch the singularity.
I have witnessed the awesome blaze of supernovae
and the initial blink from a stellar nebula.
I have lived lifetimes in Planck Time
and died over the course of eternity.
I am both here and there
a particle and a wave
the observer
and the observed.
I am mortal
and immortal.
All that ever is
or was
or ever will be.
–Amethyst Drake
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LIT BY THE COSMOS
Beneath the stars—indifferent in their burn,
we throw our words like bottles into black.
No hand returns them. Still, we never learn—
we strike a match and dare the dark strike back.
The page won’t save us. Ink is just a stain
that proves the body trembled while it spoke.
Each line a signal warped by distance, pain,
half prayer, half static choking in the throat.
No promise waits. No listening divine.
Just signal lost between the blood and noise.
And yet—we carve a language out of time,
as if the void had asked us for a voice.
–Joshua Walker, The Last Bard
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FROM THE SAME STAR
Before names,
before voices learned the shape of each other,
before hands reached across the fragile space between—
we were dust.
Not the quiet kind that settles—
but the kind that burned.
We were flung from a dying star,
scattered in a brilliant forgetting,
each particle carrying
a memory of fire
it could not name.
Time stretched us thin—
spun us into bone and breath,
into oceans behind our eyes,
into hearts that ache
for reasons they can’t explain.
And still—
something in me recognizes you.
Not your face,
not your voice,
not even the way you move through a room—
but something older.
Something that hums
just beneath the surface.
Like—
“Oh. There you are.”
As if I’ve been gathering myself
across lifetimes of distance,
trying to remember
what it felt like
to be whole.
Maybe that’s why
some people feel like gravity—
not pulling us down,
but pulling us back.
Back to the moment
before we were separate,
before we forgot
we were made of the same light.
I wonder—
when I stand close to you,
if our atoms lean in,
recognizing the familiar burn,
whispering in a language older than time:
we have touched before.
Not as skin—
but as flame.
And maybe that’s all this is—
this strange, beautiful collision of lives—
just stardust
finding its way home.
–Olivia Croley
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VALLEY OF DYING STARS
In the dark, everything looks like nothing.
–Francine Witte
In the dark, everything looks like nothing,
so we must wrap our arms around
all it could have, should have been.
Don’t bother scouring the sky.
We can’t see the stars tracing our dreams.
If we close our eyes and imagine
a canvas of our lives, we can paint
whatever we want – the mussels
and sea worms in sand, even the grains
that will etch our skin.
A bluebird dropping a glossy feather
at our feet, relic of the skies
we used to know.
Squirrels arguing over acorns,
a red-bellied woodpecker tapping
hickory trunks in a rose-tipped dawn.
Leaves springing greenly
then blazing into reds and golds,
finally fading and surrendering.
Hear the crackle and crunch as we shuffle
into this new life where sight no longer guides,
but every sense, every sensation reminds us
we shiver like new-born deer. Or maybe
we should let go and spin
into the nothingness, into the darkness
we have shaped.
–KB Ballentine
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THE MOTH AND THE VOID
The universe mistook me for a moth
when I knocked on its door.
It offered a trembling bulb,
and I—too easily rewritten—
flew straight into the lie of it.
Every star I swallowed clung to the teeth,
too sweet to trust.
The black holes lingered longer—
bitter, unfinished,
like something that refused to end.
I moved from galaxy to galaxy,
misnamed, mistaken for fragile—
while something in me kept widening.
Planets spoke when I passed.
Not words—just pressure,
like a throat trying to form one.
Only one small world managed:
“What are you?”
And I, choking on the tail of a comet, said:
“I don’t know.
But something out there keeps calling me back—
and I keep going.”
Somewhere in the infinite dark,
the real moth waited—
wings clean,
untouched by any of it.
–Joshua Walker, The Last Bard
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THE ORACLE
They’ll call you mad to speak the truth
Demanding facts they’ll ask for proof
Psychosis, gnosis
Flip the coin
Only you know where you’re going
This world is sick it’s not your head
Don’t believe all that you’ve read
Been taught
The plot
Was not the truth
The pudding’s poison,
Holds no proof
Illusions gather all around and now
You’ll have to trust the sound
Of your own voice, your eye that sees
Let go of old realities
Perceive a world that you create
Don’t you dare wait for heaven’s gate
It’s here, it’s come, it’s being born
Now it’s time to end the war
Inside your head with what you’ve read
Been taught
The plot
Has shifted
The priestess knows what you’ve been gifted
–Kate Lawder
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STARS IN OUR HANDS
they named revolution after stars—
circling, falling, returning
we chart constellations in prosthetic light,
trace futures across skin, stone, and screens
each hand a satellite,
signal stitched into bone
we map the cosmos
with the quiet ferocity
of bodies refused, denied, remade
and the night bends closer,
as if it has something
to learn.
–Joshua Walker, The Last Bard
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A LOGIC BORN FROM CLOUDS
A kiss from the future
Dignified the existence of a soft revolution
Built from a logic born from clouds.
Amongst the population
A spontaneous Underground of strange people
Who speak a mysterious language (only they speak)
And create new mathematical codes
In order to program the appearance of a white morning
With a faint breeze and yellow light
Where real true miracles of an Electrical God
Are given to people who know not what they do.
Have you ever seen God?
Or at least something from the invisible realm
Which inspired you to be a better person?
If so? How does it feel to become blessed by a new eternity?
We found something we never lost:
The music of a perplexed humanity forever haunted by the stars.
–Dane Osborne
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MAGICIAN’S HAMMER
how could i be enough?
doomscroll marquee reality
feasts on my insecurity
big hips big lips thin waist
feelin’ like a disgrace
living in my own body
self worth is bought and sold
to advertising-shackled souls
colonized the mind
stole the good inside
it’s all a mirror maze of lies
so i became a hammer
slammed a crack in the facade
peeked out those funhouse doors
and remembered we’re all god
–Kate Lawder
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GOD
Cosmic Wonder,
dance with me.
For I was born in the death throes
that erupt from your fiery heart.
I have lived eons here
trekking through the great quantum field
pulling at the fibers of reality
like bits of string
bound to an old guitar.
And I live here still
on a massive rock
that whirls around
a mighty ball of plasma
which itself is hurdling about
a hole in the fabric of existence.
All this intricately designed
in a language I scarcely comprehend.
Where is The Watchmaker?
For wars are fought in his name!
Yet God is merely the name we give
to the dust that makes up the eternal.
Fuzzy little fluctuations in the void.
Inside my head I am perplexed by you,
but inside my heart I am free to dream.
Oh, Multiversal Lover,
we were born when we decided to die for the first time.
Together.
I feel vulnerable when we watch each other.
Me, in my thinking costume,
you, in the vastness of forever
having a conversation that spans
the whole of the unknown
inside the confines of my mind.
There is understanding to be had as well as peace.
How deep does this all go?
In an infinite universe there are infinite possibilities.
Infinite copies of infinite worlds.
The truth may be stranger than fiction.
Celestial Friend,
thy name is Logic.
You chase the shadows from the room.
With you I have stared into my own mortality and come back better for it.
Someday I will rejoin the universal background noise.
That gives me solace.
I will exist in harmony with all that ever has been.
The universe holds a mirror to her face
and she sees each of us.
–Amethyst Drake
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SOMEWHERE, ELSE ME
There are versions of me
I will never meet—
not even in dreams,
where the rules loosen
and logic forgets its name.
Somewhere,
another me woke up earlier,
caught the light just right,
and became someone softer—
or sharper—
or braver at the edges.
Somewhere,
I said the thing I swallowed here,
and it changed everything.
Or nothing.
Or just enough to tilt a life
half a degree off-course.
I wonder about them
the way you wonder about stars—
not for their answers,
but for the comfort
of their quiet burning.
Is there a me
who never learned this ache?
A me who carries it better?
A me who let it go
before it rooted?
Time doesn’t feel like a line—
it feels like a house of mirrors,
each reflection stepping sideways,
each door opening
into a life I almost touched.
And in one of them,
I hope I am laughing
without looking over my shoulder.
In one of them,
I stayed.
Or left sooner.
Or chose myself
without asking permission.
But here—
in this version,
in this narrow corridor of now—
I am still becoming,
still reaching
through the thin fabric of “what if,”
as if I might brush fingertips
with someone I could have been.
And maybe they’re wondering too—
pausing in their own almost-life,
feeling something echo
through dimensions unnamed:
a flicker,
a pull,
a soft, unplaceable knowing—
that somewhere,
I am here,
thinking of them.
–Olivia Croley
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ADDRESS
Latitude a647g1012.697521
Longitude h34u8964.1448877
Where the 4th tip of the tetrahedron
Meets the 19th face of the icosahedron
At the point at which
My favorite shade of turquoise turns 25 degrees more towards blue
Yes, beyond this atmosphere
No, you don't need a space suit
The place is
Immaterial
Filled with white light
There,
You'll find the lamp
Set on a rosewood post
Burning with a blue flame
That's where you'll find me
When this old world blows to pieces
That's where I'll be
Singing us to sleep
–Frances Denise
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THE UNIVERSE FEEDS ON ITSELF
Our eyes lie to us everyday.
That's how we're sold the big con about our mind
And what it cannot do.
There is no tomorrow, if Tomorrow was never named such.
There can be no love or hate nor tears that come from either,
If not for what we chain ourselves to whilst blindfolded.
If you see something Beautiful?
Don't cling to it or else its disappearance shall haunt
All your days forever.
If you see something ugly?
Then don't cling to it or else it'll rip you to shreds and your
Flesh and soul will be steadfast nourishment
For the flying crows.
The universe feeds on itself in order to survive.
May you find that Love can be reinvented
And I hope your eyes see what the universe does not see.
–Dane Osborne
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UP
I look up at the stars
To remind myself why I'm here
To feel gravity –
My feet upon earth
And I remember your eyes
Those ones I traveled far to find
I came to be drunk in these moments
That simply don't exist elsewhere
To forget, then to remember
A specific flavor of love
That feels like it comes from above
And we wondered how it would feel
To bring it right down here
–Frances Denise
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AN ASTONISHMENT OF STARS
With a breath we enter
and leave this world,
exiles from a galaxy of light.
This place so bright
we squint and cry,
understanding faint
and fading of our true home.
One atom, one strand
of hair a miracle.
A restoration of hope
we discover as we plow
the furrows, the waves
of years – skin and eyes
salt-shined. Ash into stardust:
stardust from the ash.
–KB Ballentine
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NEBULOUS
Something moves between the stars—unseen,
not light, not dark, but what refuses both.
The sky won’t hold a shape long enough to mean,
keeps slipping out of language as it grows.
I try to name it—lose it in the mouth.
Each word dissolves before it settles true.
The horizon shifts a little further south,
like something watching what I’m trying to do.
Maybe it’s nothing. Or it’s always been.
A pressure just behind what we can know.
We reach for answers, call it discipline—
but most of what we hold is letting go.
I follow what won’t stay, what won’t explain,
and find it looks a lot like me, unmade.
–Joshua Walker, The Last Bard
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EXPANDING AWARENESS
Rippling waves of indigo
woven with ribbons of sparkling gold
dancing together within the void
whose deep and loving darkness
hold me close
as I become no more
Expanding vastly past my body
the walls and the floor
beyond my breath and being
yet still my heart keeps beating
connected through its anchor of sound
gently pounding in my chest
Resistance rising up in waves
then receding once again
remembering my part
in both the All
and Nothing
I profoundly, simply AM.
–Angelika Shelley
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STARBURST
True love lives in the Universe.
I know this—I’m one of the stars
re-born. Handpicked from the
sextillions of suns. I vow—
to be hydrogen. I will
happily deliver every protostar.
I will be spark—that lights
the wishes of earthlings
who look up.
Dark matter is my neighbour,
the watching void I can trust.
Time cannot divide what is infinite.
And with that, I vow—to appreciate
the planets; fences for the hidden
gems. I won’t lose sight
of my brothers and sisters.
I can be the brightest star—reflecting
light for dreaming minds below.
Black hole, cosmos—Universe
I am you—
the star that burst.
–Mackenzie Laird
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OTHERWORLD
Let the world be still
Let my vision be clear
Let every Spirit inside of me find its home
And orient gratefully, graciously toward this world
I have a story I have never told:
Once, when I was young and full of wonder
I looked up at the Moon and saw its soul
And I knew I was a vision made of stardust
I am still a harbinger of other worlds
–Kate Lawder
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DERVISH
And there will be signs in the sun and moon
and stars,
through the wind and nature
and ethereal signs of spirituality and time.
other mystics
with names that ring out
through the ages
were called heretics,
ones who cried out
bled and questioned
wondered and wandered,
I discover the mystics I know now were
in the same boat
in the same flight
in the same mind.
–Brian Seadorf
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WHEN THE POET ANSWERED THE CROW
Why? I'm dead,
And this be not a state of expiration.
Suspicious humans who hide in trees
And light up the earth are to be comprehended
Only in the language of fever.
The music of the crows
Is out of tune
And I reinvent commotion
With calm reasoned lack
Of conscience.
(A tribute to my own cracked face)
–Dane Osborne
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ICARUS, UNAPOLOGETIC
The sun takes him without asking.
Wings come apart in bright, deliberate ruin—
gold running where it shouldn’t.
Each stroke is harder now.
Not panic—
insistence.
He grins, mouth full of ash,
lets the heat have him piece by piece.
What is freedom, if not this—
choosing the fall
before it chooses you?
The sky doesn’t answer.
It never did.
Bones pull wrong under the weight of it,
shape giving way to something less survivable.
Still—he doesn’t turn.
Let them call it failure.
Let them name it warning.
He burns through the last of himself
like it was always meant to go.
–Joshua Walker, The Last Bard
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EXISTENTIAL CRISIS
Electrostatic thoughts erupt into
full blown existential crisis.
In this field which Higgs gives Mass.
I worship here.
Traveling alone, but relative.
In a solipsistic rage I cry out
to a cold, indifferent universe
only to be answered by your sonder.
I wonder!
What madness is this?
Chemical bonds connected, confined
and contemplating their own existence!
The universe looks back in upon herself
with the collective “I”,
we if you must.
A coexisting hive born to live
but a single life at a time,
learning to be kind to one another.
–Amethyst Drake
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PRAISE THE MYSTERY
I praise the mystery
Of the soul that dies yet does not die
Of what is real and unreal
Which becomes the tender mask of your face
That personifies ever so graceless anxiety when you greet me
Alone and alive, lost in those already forgotten days
Of Summerland.
Days that have nothing to do with Tomorrow or Yesterday.
I see your eyes.
Your eyes stay clean and dark with clever kindness
And a shine that reflects the cosmos.
I look past that shine
And why
Just why
Do you have to feel hurt like everybody else
Who cries all day in the cosmos?
Find peace will you please, Daughter Of The Sky?
Even for the days that have nothing to do
With tomorrow or yesterday.
–Dane Osborne
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VENUS
Starlight
Star bright,
The evening star
Is the first
I see tonight.
And oh, what
A beauty she is,
Appearing from
Behind the clouds,
So pure and white.
She's Earth's
Little sister,
But some call
Her the morning star,
And some call
Her a planet,
While others call
Her Venus,
After the Goddess
Of love.
–Angelia Ross
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CONSTELLATION OF PEBBLES
Clouds swallow us from the west
though Venus seizes her moments,
struggles to share her cold fire.
This raw morning even the wrens
refuse to budge – no bright song
to keep us dreaming. Only wind
surging in an ice-hot blast
like the chemo that snakes through your veins,
jails you in your chair while gray
creeps around the house.
Is it enough to sit and wait?
We can’t tell if the windows are fogged
or exposing the other side.
Should we be up and doing?
Dylan Thomas tells us to rage against the dying
of the light.
But the fire drowses this room and you,
book braced on your chest, adventure
into a storyland less painful than your marrow rotting,
turning against its bony structure –
all 206 pieces of it walking away
from this day where we only see ashy mist,
horizon lost somewhere behind.
–KB Ballentine
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THE MOCKINGBIRD AND ORAYNDAY
I'm a starship called the Mockingbird,
And my captain is Oraynday Austin.
Who's not only a fierce warrior,
But also a champion for those,
Who cannot defend themselves
Or have a voice in politics.
She's a loyal friend
To myself and her crew,
And does whatever it takes
To keep us safe.
Oraynday is a unique young woman.
She can hear another person's thoughts,
Feel their feelings,
And can transfer their pain
And injuries to herself.
She's a time traveler from the 18th century.
Who can go anywhere she wants to go,
Just by thinking of a place.
And she often travels with her husband,
Twin brother and adopted brother.
Back then she was a thirteen year old girl,
Who, with the other three, had barely
Escaped the massacre of their Ootanah tribe.
You could say that I was in
The right place at the right time.
My original name was Sarasota,
And me and my crew
Were under heavy Klingon fire.
There was a great deal of casualties
And Captain Murphy was about to surrender,
When Oraynday appeared out of nowhere,
To pull us from the brink of death.
After that Captain Murphy quickly retired,
And gifted me to her.
Then she re-christened me the Mockingbird,
A more fitting name if I do say so myself.
We spent a year in drydock for repairs,
And I looked good as new.
Soon after Oraynday and the crew
Started a lucrative transportation company,
Two years later she became
A Federation diplomat.
A very over-worked diplomat,
Who at twenty-one decided
It was time for a quiet retirement life.
Unfortunately, Starfleet came calling,
In the form of another of Oraynday's friends,
Admiral Grady Elliott.
And he was given the task
Of telling Oraynday that she
And the crew had been drafted by Starfleet.
And if they didn't report for duty
Within twenty-four hours
They would all be court-martialed
And sentenced to thirty-five years
Of manual labor on the outpost
Of Alfa-Centary.
The Federation and Starfleet knew
Her weak spot and that was her crew.
So of course she relented
And that's how Oraynday and her crew
Became Starfleet officers.
As for myself, I was placed in a special
Storage dock on the moon,
And there I am waiting for
The return of my beloved captain,
Oraynday Austin.
–Angelia Ross
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WHITE SCIENCE
Yes I have keys
For the Time Travel Machine.
This clever device stays hidden up in my attic
And runs decent on clean burning fuel.
I get to know ancient Mongol hordes
On a future tomorrow.
–Dane Osborne
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THE LITTLE PORTAL
I used to walk with a hand mirror
aimed at the sky,
keep my head tilted down,
so it looks like I’m carrying a
hole in the ground &
infinity is beneath me.
I’m looking down at all creation
conducting the beams and rays
that made everything.
Casting waves,
bending time and space
and shooting information
through the sky
leaving a streak
In the crystal tears dripping off the moon
between the universe
and your eyes
and wonder if that's what it's like
to be you.
Do you have a sky of your own
that you can see us through?
–Brandon Thorpe
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SOLAR ECLIPSE
Without sun we live in darkness
as the moon glides in front of the corona,
casting its shadow on earth.
If earth didn’t rotate, we’d perish
in tidal waves, earthquakes, and loss
of magnetic fields rushing everything north.
Instead we see the cosmic dance of shadows,
then a ring of fire before the moon continues
its marked path.
If sun lost its heat and light, we’d be stuck
in night, sheets of ice, and starve without
food, then freeze.
Instead trees and flowers turn toward the sun
to grow and we wait for light and warmth
to create our day and thrive.
If the moon and stars vanished, earth
would face a wobbly axial tilt, climate chaos
would crush livelihood, drift into space.
Instead we talk to the moon at night,
meet our departed in crowds of stars
as the moon builds a bridge on water.
–Helga Kidder
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ORBIT
I always thought myself a moon
locked in orbit
Pulled towards something so much larger
so much greater,
so much more powerful
than I could ever be.
It was never my place to be the center
Only to forever follow
to reflect the light of those
I never could outshine
I broke free from my orbit
finding myself rocketing through the lonely emptiness
until I found
the Charon to my Pluto
Neither at the center
Equals
dancing in each other’s orbit
–Cameron Lyric Cox
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DEAREST COMET
Dearest, dearest Comet
Streaking across
The midnight sky,
With your long tail
Following close behind.
Oh, what a sight you are
For humans to see,
A once in a lifetime opportunity,
Or so I've been told.
And if that be true,
You will still put on
A wonderful show,
As your dust and debris
Falls through the Earth's atmosphere,
Looking like shooting stars,
Which at times we only get a glimpse of,
While at others it seems
As if Heaven is weeping stars.
Oh, dearest, dearest Comet,
Streaking across the night sky,
If it's true that I will
Never see you again,
I hope you have a safe journey
Wherever it takes you,
And when you return,
I hope the next generation
Is waiting and watching
To catch a glimpse
Of your awesomeness.
–Angelia Ross
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NOT A WISHING STAR
Not a wishing star
Yet many tie their hopes to you from afar
Your fullness, especially
Pulls and inspires their hearts
Beyond a satellite that lights the wild
I don't really know who or what you are
But like a compass, you are present in our story
Behind the clouds or otherwise
I may as well bask in your glory
–Frances Denise
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EASY DAY BLESSING
The good witch of the winter sun
Hides in a sky blue room and shows
All the Easter bred youth
How fusion of secret energy
Gives us newborn miracles
White dawn after white dawn.
(An easy day blessing of protection over the penny pocket crowd)
–Dane Osborne
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STAR EATERS BEHIND THE MARS RED SKY
Knowing about you
makes existence an uncomfortable
mystery.
Would it be better to be an
animal
and give no consideration
to what's above, and
what's further past
and if there is an edge to you
what comes after that?
To burn no energy
in contemplation of your terrifying voids.
Consulting professional speculation
as to the nature of what beast
holds dominion
over the emptiness
eating up all the
stars
for light-years
across.
Is it a horrifying massive black hole,
or another kind of monster?
The response is
“we don't know”
We use you as
a synonym for God.
They say you
should offer something up to The Universe
before requesting what you want.
So we sacrifice vices
to you, consult your stars to resolve
plots in private life
and every night we step
outside
and stare into your eyes.
Unlike God, you don't hide
we get to look at you
through a hole in the sky
every night
we need no proof
you exist, but are in
perpetual ponderance
as to your purpose.
Gravity throws a slow wide wave
the thought of it rolling
out over time and space
stuns me with wonder, but
also makes me afraid the
same way deep water does.
I’m scared of the ocean too,
but nothing like you.
Many fear
you could harbor enemies.
That one day
armies will pour out of the skies
and snuff out all human life.
More yet who believe
you have, at last,
the answers to the
greatest mysteries
ever asked
It isn't fair,
to hang such burdens
on you,
while content to let
the spine of a mountain range
hold up the sky,
without asking it
where we go when we die
or let a lake lay
and shiver as the wind licks
twinkling scintillations
on the trembling surface
and shrug superficial wonder
when cold silty water roils up from
the bottom
but to you, we ask
if you hold the souls of
everyone to ever pass
and ring your line
demanding to talk to
your creator
or whatever Gods
you have the ear of
but I would rescind my query in horror
if ever it was heard, and a booming
response came tearing out of
the abyss, I'd dodge it
with the knowledge
of natural relationships between
things too large and small.
Too low below your scale
you find it hard to care.
If our species came to know of a microbe
with a soul
and found out we killed a million
of them
every time we drove to a store,
little would change.
We’d unlock a new guilt to ignore
and carry on just the same.
Use it as fodder for
poems like this,
as proof that the world
doesn’t give a shit
about anything too insignificant
and small.
Admit
if they got in our way,
we’d run over them all.
I doubt you, Universe,
would handle it any better.
If a roach woke you up
asking how it could live
forever, you'd smear it
in a shambling panic,
or lack the ability to see
us at all. Detecting our presence
as we detect those of viruses.
You'd treat us like a cold.
Your temperature will
climb and you will grow ill
but take some kind of cosmic
cure that ends with us all killed.
Burnt us out of you
unaware we were
ever here.
The only reason we
survived and made it to
this size
was riding out our larval stage
by staying out of sight
You'd regard us like
an infestation of weevils
discovered while cataloging
grain
Maybe I'd beg, terrified,
that we can go back
to the previous arrangement.
That it was better not knowing, one
where you hide your distraction during the day
so I might carry out the operations needed
to survive in human life, and I'll be content
with the darkness, and quiet
you provide
during your nightly visits
where I can play with these ideas
and wonder what you are
when I feel strong enough
and ignore the infinite unknowable
truth
when I don’t
–Brandon Thorpe
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WHAT IF THE EARTH ISN'T A PLANET
What if the earth isn't a planet?
And the sun isn't a star?
What if what you perceive with your eyes isn't the full vision?
Just as how our ears can't hear all vibration?
What if, when you look up at the sky
What you see is actually an explanation
Of where you come from
Of where you're going
And of how this present moment is only for savoring?
What if there was no such thing
As wrong or right?
Would we be at peace then?
Would we give up the fight?
Do you think things happen by chance,
Or is everything fated?
In which pocket of reality
Would you feel safe enough to surrender
To the flow of the river
Of which banks you created?
–Frances Denise
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WHEELS THAT SPIN
Nothing is nowhere
And that's why yellow flowers
Become yesterday.
Every waking hour,
The very wise find humor
In the complications of wheels that spin
And thus the simple poetry of a clown in love.
–Dane Osborne
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EXPLORING THE SOLAR SYSTEM
On a clear summer night,
The stars are twinkling
Against the black backdrop,
And the mind's wheels
Begin to turn.
Turn to the scene
In that proverbial eye,
Where me and my well-seasoned crew
Are trekking through the Milky Way,
In my starship the USS Volunteer.
Oh, how breathtaking the Earth
Is from outer space.
It's even more breathtaking
Than our imaginations
Have allowed us to see.
And the moon in all of her glory
Is more beautiful in person
Than her photographs have ever shown.
Meanwhile the rings of Saturn
Are a might bit painful.
No, let's rephrase that.
They are extremely painful
Because their brightness
Can blind you if you are not
Wearing sunshades,
And they're colder than Siberia
Or the Antarctic ever knew how to be.
As for the rings of Jupiter, Uranus
And Neptune, they are rocky, thin and dim.
No, they're nothing to write home about,
And neither is Mars, the big red planet,
Or at least me and my crew
Were not impressed.
Then poor little Pluto
Went and got himself
Demoted from a planet to a dwarf star,
Which is sad because he
Has been a planet for a long time,
But hey, no one asked for our opinion,
So we'll move on and on
Until we have explored
Every inch of our solar system,
Then it's on to the next,
Wherever that might be.
–Angelia Ross
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COSMIC REVERIE
In the velvet abyss where stardust is sown,
A cosmic ballet on a stage unknown.
Celestial dancers in ethereal flight,
A symphony of wonders in the fading light.
Infinity stretches, an endless sea,
Where galaxies waltz in cosmic glee.
Each meteor shower, a fleeting kiss,
In this grand design, pure cosmic bliss.
Beyond our world, in astral domain,
Life may blossom in sun or rain.
On exoplanets, with oceans deep,
A universe teeming, secrets to keep.
The Milky Way, a celestial stream,
Guiding lost wanderers, a vibrant dream.
A swirling vortex, a cosmic art,
Where suns ignite and worlds depart.
The Moon, our sentinel, ever near,
A silent guardian, banishing fear.
A lunar beacon, in the darkest night,
Reflecting starlight, a celestial light.
From nebulae's birth to black holes' core,
Everything's connected, forevermore.
A tapestry woven, intricate and vast,
A universe of meaning, meant to last.
Cosmic coincidences, a serendipitous blend,
A dance of particles, without end.
In the grand cosmic order, we find,
A universe of wonder, for all humankind.
So let us gaze upon the heavens above,
And lose ourselves in infinite love.
For in the heart of the cosmos, we see,
A reflection of ourselves, eternally free.
–Guiliana Noto
Cosmic Magnet Poetry Offerings
by Nina, Jack, and Frances Denise
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With endless love & gratitude,
the Dandelion Scribes
