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Sunlight in the Universe

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Have you noticed emanations shining 

beams of starlight beyond the lithosphere? 

Sample systems mystery blinding 

in expectation of bright atmosphere. 

 

Illuminations create this blue world, 

bringing sunlight into the universe. 

Would you imagine life somehow absurd 

without my sunlight in the universe? 

 

Does all existence revolve around you 

entertaining nulling information? 

Or should we hold our breath for something new 

while redundancy holds simulations?

 

Fill my world with your loving, caring, words

creating sunlight in my universe. 

Singularities of adoring bards 

organize sunlight in the universe. 

 

Planets motionless for microseconds 

applaud audacity in emotion. 

Situated in thoughts wordsmiths beckon 

lovers of sunlight in their universe. 

 

T.M. Prada 

Copyright © 2015 

https://www.facebook.com/notes/terri-m-prada-writerpoet/sunlight-in-the-universe/807614112621834

Starlight Dazzles

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Manufactured from miniscule star-dust, 

propensity to dead super novae. 

Mythology builds constellation lust, 

owning life created in long sagas. 

 

Sing songs to the heavens imagining, 

formations of atoms build molecules. 

Starlight dazzles in children’s eyes shining, 

and capturing youth’s unique solitude. 

 

Campers gaze under nighttime, studded, skies, 

envisioning alien worlds beyond 

science fiction fantasy’s only spies, 

who reside where dreams and nightmares now, spawned. 

 

Starlight dazzles in our tapestry sewn, 

twinkling gems glistening in atmospheres. 

Starlight dazzles in celestial shows 

parading at dusk throughout darkened spheres. 

 

Physicists and astronomers survey 

curtains of blackened, sparkling, firmament. 

Wonder accrued must wander far astray 

in quests of explorer’s temperament. 

 

Starlight dazzled me from adolescence 

over my captioned, burgeoning, lifetime. 

Starlight dazzles after evanescence 

when star-dust collides, creating new rhymes. 

 

T.M. Prada 

Copyright © 2015 

https://www.facebook.com/notes/terri-m-prada-writerpoet/starlight-dazzles/806503759399536

Remember Adventure

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Images forming fragments not real

memories forgotten within dreams. 

Litanies taught, choirs sing surreal, 

endangering reality’s seams.

Questions of divinity inquired

sealing fates of virgins, knights, and squires. 

 

Remember sentences of duty, 

acquired while in utero and birth. 

Adventures skewed and true beauty 

lies in the heart of creation’s hearth. 

Remember implied honor bestows 

limited quality of controls. 

 

Psychics squander life’s sincerity 

in between pandering and lying. 

Truth eloquent in severity 

stamps out feeling, and logic’s scrying

Inquisitive souls investigate, 

while liars block facts and instigate. 

 

Remember structured lewd quantity, 

embarks on stolen moments darkened. 

Adventurers heed duality 

as authentic active orphans. 

Remember lives undaunted meanings 

fills hopeful quester’s travel beaming. 

 

Children understand authentic scopes, 

pointing at heaven’s dots, dust, and stars. 

Simplistically defining hopes, 

they beautify the ugliest scars. 

Innocence revisited conceives 

that true adventure never deceives. 

 

Remember adventure builds and renews 

refilling the spirit’s energy. 

Adventurers remember issues 

requiring returning effigies. 

Remember adventure stimulates 

while hazards and mazes correlate. 

 

T.M. Prada

Copyright © 2015 

https://www.facebook.com/notes/terri-m-prada-writerpoet/remember-adventures/801893499860562

Blur

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Blur moments beyond focus’ sights, 

an inconvenient emphasis. 

Bring out darkness; shed some needed light, 

into grounded, sane hypothesis. 

Become natural, animal, hues, 

in colors that beg to continue. 

 

Capture my heart’s young, explorations, 

moments in time’s fearless, intentions. 

Who do you think you’re into countenance

limiting life’s wild-like happenstance? 

Create innate interpretations, 

cornering bold imaginations. 

 

Dare to dream in cooperation, 

witnessing thorough simulations. 

Deliver private stipulations, 

allowing unknown adulation. 

Decide before this final moment,

regressing without any token.

 

Capture my soul’s rampant, starvation;

it’s rendered inside indignation.

Why do you think you’re alone without, 

hoping and praying for laughs and shouts. 

Create gem, included formations, 

adding love’s utmost hesitations. 

 

Blur images into frank snapshots, 

junctures twinkling, begetting brightness. 

Bring happiness to forget-me-nots,

emphasizing overt, shy, slightness. 

Become artists in Nature’s palette, 

unrequited, aware of ballots. 

 

And capture songs sung sadly, fine tuned. 

And blur photographs, finely printed. 

And dare simulations slightly, hewn.

And adhere to dreams freshly minted. 

And create something sparsely new. 

And communicate; yes, continue. 

 

T.M. Prada 

Copyright © 2015

https://www.facebook.com/notes/terri-m-prada-writerpoet/blur/799351356781443

Not Everything Is Love

 

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Block the flow of effervescent now, 

because you think it’s for love somehow. 

Start prose or rhyme in living’s design, 

or bark sonnets that pretend refines. 

 

Not everything is love, breathing 

rhythm’s dances and existence sings 

of a time when Nature paused teaming. 

No love’s not there; it deems repeating. 

 

Still in time without selfish desires,

heartbeats in time, not wanting, still tires. 

Build packets and chambers in minds’ eyes; 

this requires thoughtful words and long sighs. 

 

Not everything is about love; 

I mention the stars above, 

or the flight of a single white dove. 

No, love’s not there; it spars with a shove. 

 

Nature births its smallest ants and gnats, 

building monuments to bites and bats. 

Mammals crawling from baking mud flats, 

rescue selves with exuberant pants. 

 

Not everything is love, in life. 

Movement dances without bankrupt spite, 

while natural gestures flow despite. 

No, love’s verdant charms ignore delight. 

 

Breathe the air of just being alive, 

without adding baggage that contrives. 

View starlight on seamless, cloudless nights, 

without emotions that cause such blights. 

 

T.M. Prada 

Copyright © 2015

https://www.facebook.com/notes/terri-m-prada-writerpoet/not-everything-is-love/795943207122258

Give Moments

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Wander lust, I heard it once named, 

when young, seeking some adventure. 

Driving long, never tired or shamed, 

our next quest inside apertures. 

 

Give attention’s apprehension 

that folds into stipulation. 

Give moments in precious time 

building hope from sacred design. 

 

Tired eyes, holding all close at hand, 

and dreaming of worlds left to drive, 

you laugh as though watching time’s sands 

fall down through sieves, or stand to dive. 

 

Give sighs of pure designation, 

figuring in those temptations. 

Give moments of admiration, 

while I smile my simulations. 

 

You smile, chuckling at moving time, 

as though a game performed in keys 

musical in sacred scores rhymed 

or motioning to god a plea. 

 

Give moments to view creation 

now wasted in hesitation. 

Give segments of infinity 

wallowing in serenity. 

 

Show me love, my simplicity 

adheres to all life’s small meanings. 

For our blink of humanity 

is but a creator’s teasings. 

 

T.M. Prada 

Copyright © 2015 

https://www.facebook.com/notes/terri-m-prada-writerpoet/give-moments/790215074361738

Show Me

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Bring me on a trip around the world. 

Play musical concerts, not absurd. 

Sing songs to show your adoration, 

rising sweetly through contemplation. 

 

Show me, love me, and adore me more, 

screaming and breathing musical scores. 

Show me, know me, and building it more, 

when it secretly hides what’s in store. 

 

Take my mind now to dizzying heights. 

Sort out these shadows to know what’s right. 

Write sonnets and songs in temptation, 

implying goals as tribulations. 

 

Show me, see me, and complete me now, 

promising the same for you somehow. 

Show me, feel me, and fulfill me now; 

magic ignites, not now disavowed. 

 

Live with me in splendid, blissful time. 

Travel rivers on Puget Sound’s dime. 

Since I have you alone for my design, 

sail to Seattle’s internal rhyme. 

 

T.M. Prada 

Copyright © 2015 

https://www.facebook.com/notes/terri-m-prada-writerpoet/show-me/787617127954866

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