Sputnik means space-orgasm in Russian. Great poem.

imaginative work Jude -- have you considered politics, or selling rides in space? -- "orgasmic organisms", in the weightlessness of space -- you may have clients clamoring at the gates for their first rides -- it gives a new perspective to, "we have lift off" -- seriously, this is fine work my friend --an enjoyable poem to read and savor - peace and love -- Jon Michael

Hi Jude, Thanks for visiting my poetry. I, too, have enjoyed yours especially the organism of my poetic revolation...Check out my website, http://www.scultingtheheart.com.

thats an exciting dream

A brain orgasm... I'd get that looked into.

This one gets me thinking of wet dreams it's so close to thetruth.

Ron

Interesting concept. I like the word usage and you defined this piece.

:))... can see why you changed the original title and subject of this piece!! A most beautiful, breathless depiction of the archetypal "poetic sublime", the organ of which, I am sure, would make the most rapturous and transcending of music to fanfare and contribute to your definition of beauty as art being that of "controlled chaos". The combined synergies of our ideas, perceptions and responses to the compositions of visual, oral, aural, cerebral and tactile stimuli would most certainly produce the architecture of such a "stairway to the heavens". You've definitely been massaging the poetic gonads here, Kartero, with your liquid dissemination of words. Yet this is very warm and womby, too. Looks like it's fresh pyjamas all round then... where's that night nurse got to???!!! :)) xx

A a new star bursts and makes it way in the galaxy a new "sunsation" is born. You words burst with such excitement....

Be always safe,
Karen

Wow...this is strong. It breaks out of the box with an explosion of new thought. Wonderful.
fee

Gorgeous!
John

I adore the way you weave words into a joyful experience for your readers! SC

I like how you connect your highly imaginative lines, Jude.
Is it not likely that perhaps Lillith invades your dreams
to sweep you away to "where creation’s controversial concepts
reside"...? -gene

Where the milky way transcends two souls
entwined in cosmic coagulation
and stars erupt with each flutter of orgasmic fuel
feeding the ever thirsty cosmos with
organisms of eternal birth
and synergy of complete chaotic rapture.

You always inspire me, Jude, mmmm, I feel good after reading such pleasure driven words. Now can you tell me where I can catch that ride to the weightlessness of space to have my experience of that first orgasm?

Nicely done, Jude, I loved this poem.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"

'poetic revelation experiences its first orgasm,
in the weightlessness of space'
a universal creation...

An explosion of art flying through the cosmos.


Cheers,
Dan

fascinating write!

A pornographic galaxy in motion, and you doing your part and enjoying it aren't you, Bless you! Jasmin Horst

What an image your last two lines create; in my mind it is the eruptive creation of a new universe. Admittedly, the rest of this offering brings great images and provokes deep thought. Excellent lines,nicely executed, Jude.
Take care,
Sherry

Oh! my beloved "controlled" chaos, although I never thought mine ever was, but I am just an spectator of a battling menage á trois, where my heart, my brain and my soul are traying to supercede each other, they are the chaos, I am just a poetic revelation's first orgasm.

Georg

Every line a gem, but I love "Were beauty is controlled chaos."

"Galaxies of endless mystery." I really like that phrase.

Mystical mysteries reverberate in your celestial similie,Jude
wonder what it feels like :)

Long live the phallus! You have just carved the astral totem pole which impregnates both worlds, cosmic sperm and ethereal ovum in immaculate conception! The Milky Way sleeps on the wet spot...gravity reloads ZZ Top, "I want a pearl necklace"...counting the beads of seminal ivory...immersional serenity and isolation from a modern world drifting toward holocaust...a far-away place of spiritual replenishment, Jude...

Sage