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Planets Uranus The Milky Way
Woodland Dances The Veil Nebula Venus, The Evening Star
Summer Song Beacon of Hope Dragon's Glen
Spring Fever Blight on the Forest Star Dust
Spinx Moon Phase
The Life of a Tree
A Crocodile Alibi Beyond the Stars
Poetry II
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Planets

Hanging like brilliant Christmas ornaments
by invisible threads, they swirl weightless
in zero gravity

The sun a bright hot spot,
the moon a luminescent dully-glowing satellite,
the blue-toned earth teeming with life

Uranus closest to being an ocean world,
Neptune close to Pluto, full of methane and nitrogen,
Venus the glowing evening star

Pluto part of Kuiper's belt,
Mars a future colony planet,
Jupiter with its many moons







Uranus

Dark and distant, a mysterious
volatile mix of gases,
clouds and rings, disguise your mass.

your moons, like tilted eggs
are drawn by a sucking force,
binary perhaps.

Uranus, you await a black hole
with your five moons.







The Milky Way


In the spiral eye of the Milky Way galaxy

is a calm center

where worlds hang in balance.

Egyptian obelisks point through the eye

like a thread going through the eye of a needle;

the sun too goes through this spiral,

thread of life DNA code,

eye-hole of the molecular universal needle,

to sew the fabric of a scheme of life

inside the Milky Way's enveloping eye.







Woodland Dances


A breeze blows,

leaves scatter and begin their dancing

whirling in the breeze

then suddenly find their feet.

Trees groan and creak in concert,

leaves on the branches clash and shake like soft symbols,

flower petals blow like confetti and join the leaves.


Quail sing choruses of "Bob White" praises,

doves hum along,

birds do their courting songs

and dances in the trees.







The Veil Nebula

Dangles, opens out in space,
blue and red;
stars can be seen thoughout it.
White hot planets sizzling
in the night sky,
floating balls of fire.







Venus, the Evening Star


Venus, the evening star

shines near the moon.

In this coincidental moment

the Hale-Bopp comet is on her right

like an image of medieval magic;

signs and wonders,

an ancient celestial motif;

a common thread in a tapestry,

a line in a Baroque painting.


Venus, the evening star

shines coincidentally,

drawing a horizontal line

to a celestial event;

a bead, like many, in the globular cluster

of stars and nebulae galaxies;

deep within the shores of our solar system

Venus shines like a celestial beacon.







Summer Song


Go dancing with a merry song

and sing along, rejoicing that the birds

sing too, and rejoice for the butterflies

and bees summer brings.

Say hello to summmer days,

goodbye to winter blues.







Beacon of Hope


On the cape a light house

wails a warning

in the blowing gales,

shining its light

to warn ships along the coast

on calm or stormy seas

not to come too close

to each other at night.







Dragon's Glen


Silent serpent of the deep

beneath the moon on Lockness,

fearsome monster of the glen

roves upon the lake.

Knights roam in its glen;

these brave, restless men

give up the fight,

scurry off in a hurry,

sounding the dragon alert.


Mysterious air surrounds

the castle on the shore,

fireless smoke or dragon's breath

shrouds the loch on dragon's glen.

Swift water rolling and rippling,

the dragon emerges or disappears

neath the loch once more.







Spring Fever

Is what I have
when I get anxious to buy flowers
and plant seeds,
my barren flower pots ready
to receive.
I no longer wait to dig
in the dirt,
I am a regular dirt dabber;
nothing feels better than the dirt
in my hands.







Blight on the Forest

Mankind is not far removed from the forest,
but he removes the forest,
and makes the forest the way he wants it to be.

Like a blight, man sends his garbage
so you cannot smell a pine tree
for the landfill in the forest
has the odor of decay.







Star Dust


We have plied our ships through

the cosmic waves,

sailed our ships among the stars.

Sent our probes to Mars,

way out among the stars.

Our ears are out among the quasars,

in the spiral of the Milky Way.


Where the satalites stay,

man dreams of future colonies;

way out among the stars.

In the cosmic bubble,

piercing the harsh realms,

figuring out the universal schemes.

We are the fixed navigators of our destinies,

we are star dust.







Sphinx II


Ancient riddle of the sand,

half lion;

half man.

Sitting watchfully over the pyramids

of Giza,

shadowed by the constellation Leo;

a mirror image by night.

The great sphinx by day greets

the rising sun,

he sits all day;

what does he think?







Moon Phase


The moon goes through its phase,

disappears, covered by the earth's shadow;

bright and shiny as a quartz pebble on a black beach;

shadow gradually covers the moon's surface,

following the moon phase in quarters.







The Life of a Tree


The winds blow a tiny spore,

it catches in the breeze

and weaves its way down;

lands on the ground.

Trampled underfoot,

it takes root,

a tiny shoot heaving up the soil

after spring rains.

Two leaves reach out,

like children to father sun,

grow strong and straight,

branch out.







A Crocodile Alibi


How cunning the remorse in her tears she cries,

such skill she applies with sincerity;

a crocodile with an alibi could never be so sincere,

she cries and draws her believers in;

devours their trust as she rolls around in delight,

for they must trust and believe her lies;

there is no other truth.







Beyond the Stars


Beyond the stars,

beyond the constellations;

what dreams are lying there.

Among the telescoping eye of Hubble,

the wonders that we share.

Marvels of the universe,

the accomplishments of man

can not compare.

From the shores of the earth,

into the glaxy of our birth.







Poetry II

A few discernable words of affectation
as I listen to the beat of metric feet;
from what whimsical and romantic notions,
the heart of internal rhyme is quickening
to the pulse of expectation.





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