Dream Immortal

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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Message in the Stars

The stars were out

shockingly clear and bright.

I couldn’t sleep, again, and

(as a bed is best for only two things (not counting dying),

I slipped into clothes and went outside,

my dog curled up beside her, protecting.

It was an hour or two before first light,

a rare time here without clouds,

Venus rising in the East

like the Star of Africa on the paw of Leo.

To the south,

Orion’s three gems shine on his belt,

Betelgeuse on his upraised club arm,

Rigel in the buckle of

his raised left foot as he leaps into battle.

There is a universal beauty,

a unity of all creation,

a clear, subtle illumination

of the magnificence of life, and death

always there, like the stars,

beacons of creation,

in that last hour of darkness, when

the clouds slide away toward

Idaho, and dawn approaches,

a rare time without hidden things,

here in the kingdom of water.

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Seven Sisters

Sweet sisters Pleiades
Peer out from their nursery nebula
New baby stars
Half the age of the chalk hills
I live upon

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Bedroom Constellations

Loose a bright and strong ray of sunlight,
Wrap it twice, nice and tight around my neck,
And string me up to hang from the plastic stars
That glow in the dark above your bed each night.

I promise not to make a sound as I wiggle around

Stars III

Yellow, I see them
and myriad colours more
Jewels in the night sky

Stars II

Across the dark void
Brightening the light sparkles
And here is the voice

Father, Son, Stars, Loss (for Bobby)

I start to count them and stop
Not because there are too many
But because I cannot hold them
Accountable; the code sparkled
From their eternal glow calls
Me to be accountable to my life:

A STARRY NIGHT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Starry Night Shines

As We Watch The Majesty

Demimondaine

Her midriff is a rumba, she skims the dance club’s lights, flitty beetle
with a hard shell and the taste of vegemite,

and the musk of a jaguar; of all these people crammed here
she has the strongest bite.

HAIKU: AT THE SURF’S EDGE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Waves Tickle My Feet

HAIKU: LOOK UP AT THE STARS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If You Just Don’t Feel

Descending

As a youth,
I knew not of crowded city streets,
the smells of compacted people,
all their schedules and goals and jostling.

I loved the woods,
and the lake waters, and the snow.
The many greens of Midsummer:
faded teal, fatty yellow, dark forest, zingy lime;
wreaths of chlorophylls dewed and shiny.

At 2 p.m. I rise, and at 5 a.m. I sleep

Lit, a gaslamp as a sun,
this is the star we have, here,
those of us of the night,
and lately, we have the quiet,
but it is not always so,
for phantoms sometimes eek
from out of mourning souls,
and walk down the roads,
with sways, and heavy heels.

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I AM A WATCHER OF THE NIGHT

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I Wait Patiently
For The Sun
To Set
In The Western
Sky
For The Light Of Day
To Finally Die,
 Away 

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HAIKU: THE MOST ROMANTIC LIGHT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The most romantic

Night Sky

Tonight the sky’s darkness

is brightened by a moon bright and full

that quite overwhelms the sprinkled stars

whose continuous twinkle on the Milky Way

is tonight a softer, more wistful glimmer.

Harvest of Stars

She is the humble handmaiden

of Luna

goddess of the moon

Luna

She who bathes the night

and all that dwell in the darkness

Stars Slip Through My Hands

the haunted hours

rendered transparent

ghost in my own life

my heart

an empty room

The Time Tonight!

I untied my hair
Swiftly carressed with my fingers
Fell on the bed
Magnetised by the pillow!

Looked up to see
And out of the big window
Ah! What a sight!
I stared and glared!

The Lonely Stair

At its height aloneness is the pale star.

So far, and distant, when the light at last reaches our eye
it is one hundred years gone.

I act accordingly,
(my god is an outlier god)
when all are in rise,
I must fall, when all are out walking, I must be sitting,
when all are descending, I must ascend, for when the powers tied
the strings, I was not to be found at my station along the line.

Anonymous

Fever, like a wound,
twist of heat and burn,

we use to follow the stars home, we once
thought the Morning Star a god,

Lucifer was once tangled in love,
of Venus hue.

Nighttide – Diamante Poem

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Nighttide

Enduring Synchronicity

Spectacle

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Diligence in Temporal Light,

Sound and Silence, Intrinsic Delight;

Cosmos- Cinquain

 

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Tranquil

Sweet Starlit Night