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Adrian Clopan Feb 14
In the vinyl, I see Saturn’s rings.
I see them scattered with snowballs, glowing in the oh-so-distant sunlight—
peacefully floating in their orbits,
occasionally saying hello to one another
with a little bump from time to time.

The music blends as the snowballs form;
bigger, greater snowballs that—
once having consumed all around them—
stay frozen in the pitch-dark nothing…
They remain, mute and humble—observing.
And they never melt away.

I snap back—

—back to the vinyl.
How beautiful it sounds.
Not a single scratch really hurts your ear;
it rather tingles the senses.
The scratch of the needle turns the etches into flowers.
Each note is a cloud, and I am floating on one,
drinking the melody deep into my body,
letting it melt me away into water.
I rain down into my chair, and—

—I snap back.

My body tickles as the speaker shakes the air around me.
It liquefies, turns upside down.
The violin is playing…
Oh no.

I forgot about this part.

I see the mirror in your room,
and in the mirror, I see you.
And next to you, I see me.
I am still inside the drop.
And I know that in a minute, it will burst.
It will run down your cheek.
Any moment now.

I snap back.

I snap.
Angie Feb 8
The universe is dreaming,
Of you and of me
Of the skin peeling
from the paperbark tree
Of the cow grazing
along the low paddock
And the egret watching
From atop her back
Of Jupiter
And her umpteen moons
Of drought broke to flood
By summer monsoons
Of a girls fist kiss
And her final so-long
Of poets born
And life turned to song
Of the sea reaching out
To touch the long sky
Of every answer
To a pillow sobbed why
The universe is dreaming
so herself she can see
in you and in me
in everything here,
gone,
and ever to be.     ~ Xiola
somewhere
along the universal path
a twilight hut

stands alone

where cosmic palms are read
and untimely fortunes are told
by abyssal blackness
in the guise of twinkling
clairvoyants

planets reach out
to touch lost faith
yearning for a claim
to stardom
but the uncelestial zone
yields only
dead broke dreams
that have been missold

inside
the sensei shadows
of physics
whisper
contemptuously
of blaggards that
"couldn't even imagine
how to float
never mind actually
be buoyant"

outside
sub-zero temperatures
make sure their teeth
are heard chattering
as their lips
splutter kisses
upon every
last inch of spacial decay
comets are the remnants
of their spit splattering

© poormansdreams
polina Jan 25
Do I dare disturb the universe?
For fate is not in my hands, and
Life seems to be brittle, shattering before my eyes
A thousand fault lines running through
My mind, cracked from thoughts that flood
I’m in deep waters where air cannot reach me
I can’t find the surface.

Do I dare disturb the universe?
Overthink every choice, a butterfly effect,
A hurricane rippling through my inner world
Unraveling the tapestry of my future,
Warping every possibility -
No, I do not dare.
Vast expanse of the cosmic sea, Galaxies bloom like ancient trees.
Suns, planets, branches wide, Drawing life from the source inside.
Energy flows, radiant stream, Uniting all in a shared dream.
Leaves of stars, fruits of light, Nourished by cosmic night.
From roots unseen, deep and strong, Life's melody, a timeless song.
Each note a world, each chord a sun, Together in harmony, we are one.
Fuego, fuego, innumerables fuegos
Fuego de odio que nadie admira
Fuego que hiere, mutila y mata a víctimas inocentes
Fuego que quema, incinera y destruye muchos edificios
Fuego que se utiliza mal
Fuego que se dilata
Los países, con más potencia de fuego, dirigen los negocios
Un gánster con un fuego pesado es utilizado como una idiota
Como un instrumento mortal o herramienta para intimidar
Para asesinar y para eliminar enemigos potenciales
Fuegos de odio, fuegos del infierno que matan familias
Fuego, fuegos, incendios incontrolables en el mar
Fuego, incendios naturales en California
Fuego, incendios mortales en Gaza
Más fuego, más poder, más poder de fuego
Más poder, más fuego y más poder inusual
Fuego en la cocina para cocinar comida gourmet, cena deliciosa
A la hora del cóctel elegante
Ese es mi tipo de fuego, ese es buen fuego
¡Fuego, fuego y alto el fuego! Todos aborrecen la guerra
Porque la guerra es odio, la guerra es el infierno en el bar
La guerra no es más que un fuego maligno
La guerra no es un juego. La guerra no es natural
La guerra es un desastre. La guerra es un infierno creado por el hombre
La guerra es un desperdicio de vidas y recursos humanos
Más agua para matar todos los incendios y todas las fuentes
El mundo necesita fuego bueno para proteger el medio ambiente
El mundo quiere paz en todo el continente
Dios creó Un Mundo, Un Pueblo y Una Raza
Y el hombre inventó la división y muchas razas en este espacio
El hombre creó el nepotismo, el dinero, el odio, la envidia, la discriminación
El terrorismo, el color, la avaricia, la traición, el sufrimiento y la corrupción
¡Fuego, fuego, alto el fuego! Necesitamos lluvia, más agua para apagar el fuego
Necesitamos Amor para aniquilar el odio y más amor para descharchar
A los líderes malvados que están destruyendo nuestro Mundo, nuestro Universo
Queremos Paz y fuego bueno para nuestro Mundo, para Nuestro Universo.

Copyright © enero de 2025, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados
Hébert Logerie es autor de varios libros de poesía.
Fire, fire, countless fires
Fire of hate that nobody admires
Fire that hurts, maims and kills and innocent victims
Fire that burns, cremates and destroys many buildings
Fire that is misused
Fire that is diffused
Countries with more firepower rule
A gangster with a heavy fire is used as a fool
As a deadly instrument or tool to bully
To ****** and to eliminate potential enemies
Fires of hate, fires of hell that **** families
Fire, fires, uncontrollable fires on the sea
Fire, natural fires in California
Fire, deadly fires in Gaza
More fire, more power, more firepower
More power, more fire and more back-asswards power
Fire in the kitchen to cook gourmet food, delicious dinner
At the fancy cocktail hour
That’s my kind of fire, that’s good fire
Fire, fire, and ceasefire! Nobody wants war
Because war is hate, war is hell at the bar
War is nothing but an evil fire
War is not a game. War is not natural
War is a disaster. War is a man-made hell
War is a waste of human lives and resources
More water to **** all of fires and all sources
The world needs good fire to protect the environment
The world wants peace throughout the continent
God created One World, One People and One Race
And man invented division and many races in this space
Man created nepotism, money, hate, envy, discrimination
Terrorism, color, greed, betrayal, suffering and corruption
Fire, fires, ceasefire! We need rain, more water to quench the fire
We need Love to annihilate hate and more love to fire
The evil leaders that are destroying our World, our Universe
We want Peace and good fire for our World, for Our Universe.

Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Orion Mistral Dec 2024
The old folks chant a madrigal,
Of a warlock answering creation’s call.
His hands craft from void the light,
Weaving worlds, writing history bright.

The wizard’s glance shoots sparks—drip-drop,
Sets stars to brawl, to shine nonstop.
Planets rise from fairy's dust, to Chaos's scorn,
Entangled in a cosmic dance, from dusk till dawn.

Gaps gape, gaudy,
Mountains mound, massive.
His breath hisses, lovely,
Through the ****, aggressive.
“You oceans, you airs—roar and quake!
All that is, was, and will be moves with my shake.”

The mage declares: “The beard makes the man,
And I am the one who holds time in hand.”
He counts the hours, souls flutter spellbound—THNX!
And sets every rule with powerful pranks.

He grins at numbers, theories, and light,
For it’s sorcery and mystery he speaks, alright?
Shadow, shimmer, soul, sense, salt, scent—Wow!
Without him—Bang! ***!—blown by now.

The old New falls, as the new Old flies,
Being may fade, but Be never dies.

For real?
Seize the logic—Infinity’s ordeal.
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