Best Sciencenight Poems
Blue Moon tonight which is very rare
It happens on New Years Eve once in nineteen years
Will you be watching to see if it peeks through
In New York City, Albany, or Calimazu
Maybe in Ormand Beach, Florida
Utah, Alaska a state so fair
How about in the United Kingdom
Africa, Asia, Malayia, or Bonnie Scotland where
It may shine on ice and snow
Or rain reflecting streets
Somewhere on the desert plain
Where the sidewinders sleep
Will the clouds part for just
A short time for you and me
So we can see this phenominum
That will be such a treat
I will be watching and hope
For just a peek, if only for a moment..
That would be so neat
My day will be filled with excitement
As I watch and wait
This could be the night
That I might stay up late
Sit out on the porch in the cold
Hoping to share with you
A night of anticipation
Of a moon that is blue
Will it cast a shadow
On my gray gray hair
Or hide all the wrinkles
That shows my character
So that youth is reflected
On this night so fair
On this night so rare
On this night to share
On this night be there
(Some explanation of Blue Moon. (1) Earth close to sun-so earth gets more sun and moon
will be brighter. (2) Moon will be closer to earth so seems larger. (3) Full moon rises to a
point nearly opposite the sun and because sun is low this time of year the full moon will rise
particularly high. Blue moon is not blue in color but two full moons in one month because we
do not use lunar calendar but one devised by man. Last blue moon on New Years Eve was
l990 and next will be 2028 or every 19 years.) (There are several explanations how the term
came into being but I will let you look it up.)
The London night is peppered with a thousand tiny stars
But never with the silver milky way
We've sprinkled ghostly glow-worms to make safer roads for cars
And lost the finest sights of yesterday
I'd have to move one hundred miles to see one million lights
And bask beneath the theatre of those dark departed nights
When I was young my Father worked a few weeks in Japan
And brought me a reflecting telescope
I turned my gazing skyward and saw worlds untouched by man
Which filled a childish mind with dreams and hope
But now for city children there aren't stars on winter nights
They're lost inside the overflow of closer manmade lights
Each year I'm driven farther to observe amazing scenes
Which man has seen for all his years on Earth
The time is fast approaching when we will not have the means
To show our children what the night is worth
So if you have the fortune to live far from wasteful lights
Take time to drink the beauty of your deep black star-drenched nights
Blue moon last night peeked from the clouds
Smoky, blue, ghost whisps moved just right
Let it shine bright, close out of shrouds
Blue moon last night peeked from the clouds
For this gift to see I am proud
Gift was gentle, eager soul took flight
Blue moon last night peeked from the clouds
Smoky, blue, ghost whisps moved just right
(First attempt at the style of Triolet.)(My poem "Opportunity" explains about the term "Blue
Moon".)
What sad provocation
with rain divination
what poverty bursts
this dity this verse
he held his hand high
did he not touch the sky
black middle night
these lines I did write
What purpose you ask
My mind is like cloth
Into this dispair
these thoughts do appear
Each star in the heavens
including the sun
atomic explosions
yes each every one
each star in the night sky
is really a sun
the distance makes little
yes each everyone
Solar mists of hidden time
the planets a roving
the meteors climb
black night space
surrounds this space
and still we have the hidden face
black matter still unknown
when will we learn of your hidden thrown