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Beyond the nebulous sea of stars, where the cosmos weave their tales,
In the depths of ethereal realm, a harmonious saga prevails.
Two lone souls from two different worlds, under the canopy of space,
Bridged the cosmic divide with love's ever radiant grace.

A man from the verdant Eden, where rivers of knowledge flow,
From a world of dazzling sunsets, where time moves slow.
And a woman from icy Terranova, the realm of unending nights,
Home to the aurora whispers, and the dancing polar lights.

Each heart, an echo of their world, distinct as day from night,
Yet when they met 'neath the interstellar arc, their spirits took flight.
In the tongue of the stars they spoke, in the language of light they learned,
Fathomless wisdom they shared, cosmic secrets they discerned.

His strength was the fruit of the sun, her wisdom, the northern star,
Together they spun the tapestry of peace, their love resonated afar.
Their planets, once divided by the cold and impersonal void,
Now linked through the enduring thread of unity, love deployed.

He taught her of Eden's symphonies, she showed him the Terranova skies,
Together they wove a story, where neither world belies.
Sculpting an epoch of mutual respect, where understanding never dies,
Two planets once alien, now bound by unbreakable ties.

The man and woman became beacons, a paragon of interspecies accord,
Their love, a testament to peace, a melody struck on the cosmic chord.
Through them, transplanetary societies saw, that despite the differences vast,
It's the shared light of wisdom and hard work that forever will outlast.

May we remember their love, their journey that proved so enlightening,
Two hearts from disparate worlds, yet in harmony, uniting.
For in the grandeur of the universe, their lesson is our guiding star,
Peace and collaboration will take us together, no matter how far.

Look upon these lovers, their tale a celestial refrain,
Embrace their spirit of unity, let no boundaries remain.
Be it Eden or Terranova, or worlds yet unseen,
Love, peace, and collaboration - let these be our universal theme.
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2023
The saddest thing is state of this world
In eerie indoctrinated paralyzation
Beautiful globe that once triumphantly twirled
Now in serious need of proper navigation
What has society become? :/
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2023
Technological giants

We learned early

How to command our angels

To ascend higher than our sins

They offered us immortality

In exchange for our planet's wealth

And naturally

We signed on the dotted line

Like spies selling

Secrets to the enemy

But here we are now

With the well run dry...
galilea reyes Jan 2023
photographs are a comfort
the reliving memories of
joy
sadness
accomplishments
including accidental

some can be relived more than others
and
more than often
I tired to remember your laughter,
all that was left is an impressionable smile
that hid all your numbing pain.

you left this planet and I stayed in frequent admiration of you.
louella Jan 2023
you scream like a cooped up witch
saturn’s screeches soft and scary.
in your manic delirium
in the riptide rushing
the silence is painful
and painless
and fierce.
mercurial girl
who washes her hands
in the sand
moves with the moon.
you stray from the constellations
and get devoured by black holes.
fickle flight.
you dive in the atmosphere
bound in the sky.
the planets isolated
abandoned and forsaken.
translating the sounds cascading
from my mouth.
the stars are so plain
and staple and monotonous
they look like your mistakes
that never give accountability.
you suffer in sound.
you shrink into dust.
without your meaning
carved inside history books.
in your total incoherence
in the motionless galaxy
the dawn has no meaning
like the cells
that make up your existence.
like saturn you scream
a moribund planet
waiting to be rescued
by the fragments
that make you a wasted
futile shell of inconsequentiality.
like saturn you shriek
like a banshee.
you’re dying.
heard saturn’s sounds. it was scary. the poem is about social media and how people don’t have much purpose anymore. idk.

1/4/23
Zywa Dec 2022
Left and right, voters

all are unfortunately --


against welfare cuts.
"The Limits to Growth: a global challenge – A Report for the Club of Rome's Project on the Predicament of Mankind" (1972)

"Het Bureau - Plankton" ("The Office - Plankton", 1997, Han Voskuil)

Collection "Not too bad [1974-1989]"
louella Jun 2022
candle wax dripping down your hands
a tablecloth tied around your waist
dawn feels like the apocalypse
cause it’s so still
and endless
we’re both helpless in this realm
but you are gripping me so tight
i’m going numb
how come you can ease this pain
with your bruised arms
hidden underneath the tablecloth?
immortal love
is a concept i only heard of in the
highest heavens
speaking of that, where are we?
gravity seems too difficult of a subject
matter to explore
i’ve only ever been on one planet
but you can be my next
although the dark seems like
a cloaked monster with
bear claws
and candle wax
seeping from every vessel
it can’t envelop us
it can only change our ambience
nothing can capture us
through the tight grasp
of our arms together

where did you come from?
cause i lit every candle in this room
now they’re all blown out
and the darkness doesn’t exist
science can’t explain this
neither can my lips
so i dance in the burning kitchen
with your hands on my waist
and mine on the tablecloth
you wrapped around yours

“forever?”

                             “forever.”
oh my gosh, space ship vibes and i don’t even wanna tell you why cause it’s kinda embarrassing.
6/30/22
Khoisan Apr 2022
Friends, foes
and
septagons
please
afford me a word
this is the truth
yet to others
absurd
As
Freedom owns no skin
Freedom owns no land
Share!!!
this simple message
with the racist
dimension
on the oval called the third.
Coleen Mzarriz Mar 2022
In the brooding light, you were formed.
You were born in clouds and dust, and you grew up in the luminous sky.
You were scattered throughout the different parts of the galaxy.
You are trillions of miles away,
yet still visible to the naked eye.

As the star gradually evolves and forms
into different entities,
it is either a planet, an asteroid, or a nebula —
or even just a speck of dust and never formed.

It is also the start of your
long, deep slumber.
While in the intergalactic space in your eyes,
gravity pulls back the gas and forms another one. And the galaxy is bathed in gas.

While you were out of breath, I talked to you.
So you can hear your friend in the dark.
Your death is also the birth of another celestial space.
Between the illustrious energy and gravity's back-and-forth,
recycling gases and turning them into a new form of galaxy,
it is like the way you breathe in and out —
while your eyes are closed.

Did you wear an evening gown?
While the patients here wear something ridiculous, you can't stand it.
So you wore a red dress in your deep, restless sleep.

Tonight, I looked over the moon and remembered you.
They called upon the universe and they gave you space.
You were there, starlike.
I gave you one last message before I turned my back.

I will always put my faith in the phenomenon of celestial space.

Then you held my hand, so slow and weak.

You told me, and I smiled, "In the chaos of everything, I heard you."

And another star exploded, but you lived.
Letting go of old things. I’m back :)
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