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Turn into a transparent cloud
and find your way to Heaven;
take a voyage into the unknown
with an excitement never allowed.
Glance at the vast cosmos without perplexity,
they are the gifts that God meant for Humanity;
more earths and moons not visible to human eyes...
await us tomorrow, boldness can overcome demises.
New awesome universes that Galileo and others never saw;
wonders revealed by images appearing from dots that glow,
and with your gaze up: be inspired, be charmed, be vowed
by the gleaming galaxies that nobody until now has named.
Is it only your ultimate dream to venture and conquer all?
No, that's everybody's dream to own planets and more!
Anxiety can incite, but expectancy to find life is minimal;
will you find rivers that flow, beaches with a tidal bore?
Turning my look to the Heavens,
to expand this gaze further into their immensity;
and Who created them reveals Himself so grandly...
Galileo was as amazed as I am,
but I live in a more advanced century...not being persecuted as he was,
and I should share my findings with all, not fearing threats or conflicts...
Stars, stand still and be tangible;
your grandeur is truly a worthy contemplation,
to give any observer that plausible sensation...
What I don't know about our Universe is the biggest challenge,
from here I can see little that's clear and sharp;
I imagine, not wonder, what I will discover at a closer range...
Ten thousands of stars appear before me,
all with their unique forms and brilliant colors;
and for my own sake, I count each one with incredibility...
These celestial images bring more anticipation,
to make me perceive their distance utterly reachable:
as I turn my look to the Heavens that are truly remarkable...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
They are not natural enemies,
nor were they ever meant to be ....
True, for a time when Faith was strong,
Science was bound, cowed, driven down--
until Science began its growth spurt:
by leaps it enlarged, pulsing, tumescent,
fed by Galileo, Copernicus, Newton, Pasteur,
Madame Curie and sweet old Einstein...
then came Oppenheimer with his Big Bomb.
Now Faith is scorned by most scientists,
an unreasoning as they see it--
closing their minds as tightly shut
as did the padres of the Inquisition:
they worship Reason, whilst claiming
believers drown in imagination, fantasies--
a Big Guy God, a soaring soul?
Show me! Prove it! they shout out
like excitable children. 'Reason be all!',
they exclaim fervently--yet...
yet sweet Science grew on the strong back
of Imagination, and real Faith loves Reason
like a sister, for we are the seeing ones,
and we are also the blind ones--
every single one of us....
We may hear God's whispers but then
are often deaf to the pleas of angels.
And what we think we know is never,
never enough-- we are always left
wanting....So we can repair a torn
and damaged heart but cannot open
it to love's incessant pulling....
A poem I shall attempt to write of heavenly delight,
About all the wonders that shine deep in the night.
There is so much more than the Moon and stars above,
From the earliest navigators that fell heavily in love.
All those that sailed across all the known seas,
They all relied on the stars and many of these.
Often they would follow the morning and evening star,
Just one of five planets that they knew of so far.
Mostly guided by many and many they certainly knew,
Galileo saw much beauty in the Southern Cross too.
The Earth spinning at one thousand and forty miles per hour,
Still, they could master the art of using star power.
So what could they do when a storm came through?
Just stay at the helm and keep the wheel true.
And what could they do if the wind blew them off course?
Pray to the heavens that their sails could take the force.
For life as a sailor meant much more than hard labour,
They had to read stars in constellations to favour.
Forty-eight constellations before eighteen hundred and eighty-eight,
They existed well before the others gathered at a later date.
Then becoming eighty-eight constellations for a general to know,
And used the Pole Stars that never disappeared as they go.
Using particular stars that would always rise and set,
Knowing portside and starboard and which side they met.
In the third century BC, the Greeks used the Little Bear,
These days called Ursa Minor, now navigated from there.
Once Draco was closest to the North Pole than Polaris,
Between Ursa Major and Ursa Minor are the stars over Paris.
The sextant became the most used instrument for navigation,
Before then they had to understand the winds interpretation.
Today a compass is used with the true direction of North,
Every ship you will find has one that leaves every wharf.
But a star gazing soul has no use for a compass rose,
They'd rather get lost and just follow their nose.
For there is something to be said for this lost ancient art,
And I'm sure a true sailor is born with stars in his heart.
Rural outfitting here ruled by R. M Williams
Echo of city savvy follows me, prim shoe ballet
Heel spin separates me, hair tied with ribbon
Your country bloke taste is easily swept away
My crystal hard eyes feign spark hospitable
Laughter on tap quenches your deflated ego
I assert our stars have aligned, lie abominable
Your heart honours my gravity, golden Galileo
Million rhinestone future dulls the other bumpkins
Years tuned by lurid lyrics, sung with sunny charm
I will boost your fortitude, your firm manly function
Most sultry of struggles sees me inherit your farm
20th August 2020
Written for Contest:
12 Line Collaboration
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Lines of inspiration are as follow:
The wise woman, reader of the stars,
sees in crystal ball,
Woman of your dreams, will enter your life,
A princess no doubt, someone just like me
...or What's science got to do with it?
Galileo looked through a lens one day
And, boy, was he astounded.
The Earth wasn't flat as he'd been told,
It was, in fact, quite rounded.
Pope Urban VIII then came along
And said, "No, that's absolutely wrong,
For, I, the Church, do not agree, and I'm the Wise One.
It's just as plain as plain can be why my pontifical decree's
The Earth is flat and ends right there at the horizon.
And for infallibility, you know, I am renownded."
So Galileo relented and recanted his boast
So he wouldn't be tortured or turned into toast.
A few centuries passed,
A new Pope said he guessed
That his theory might have been misjudged,
Since back then science was begrudged,
And the Church owed him a pardon,
Or a posthumous papal "perhaps", at the most.
Venus de Milo gave up the banjo
She left the band with the Invisible Man
Never had a leg to stand on, stand on
Saw Galileo hanging with J-Lo
Singing "Life On Mars" out under the stars
Lead guitar was Marlon Brando
Hey, there's you and me
Happy as clams, a little house by the sea
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
Nikola Tesla on his electric Vespa
With Hedy Lamarr down Sunset Boulevard
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely, lonely
Poor Buddy Holly ain't got nobody
Pretty Peggy Sue found somebody new
Guess he lost his one and only
Hey, there's you and me
Baby makes three, a little house by the sea
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
An ominous sky like in the end of time
A murder of crows in a field of roses
Fallen angels far from Heaven, Heaven
Then came the rain and washed away the pain
And the sky turned blue, full of red balloons
As the lemon sun was setting
Hey, there's you and me
Growing old, a little house by the sea
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
How can that be, I must be dreaming
It just can't be, I must be dreaming
'Cause you're gone, a long time gone
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He's in self-isolation keeping company
a rooftop crow reminding him
a wiser authority is still at work!
No sense of distance within four walls
sickroom alien, where dawn comes early
and long night falls.
He's lost track of time, the pilgrim soul in him
finds no harbor to anchor, plays monopoly with
his mind, thinking of Galileo: “the larger the machine, the greater its weakness.”
Conjures a theory of “Chinese virus” as spirit wrapped in embryo waiting for the opportune moment
to rule the world, a living locked in its own order by
the magnitude of its destruction, clearly one cannot grant an invisible giant
the same proportion of limbs as an ordinary enemy.
Push up, stretch, and climbing up and down the stairs,
he calculates the rate of death as the speed by which
life is saved, it's always good to spin the positive, and
he thinks of the virus as a snow emergency using old shovels
to deal with it, or a bowline knot that comes untied with ease
on a fisherman's boat in wild, boisterous ocean, and then his mind
conjures the word “cross-mutation,” readaptation of an idea
from one artifact to another, now wondering if the virus has come from
outer orbits or is a cell phone disease, or the tree of life re-enacting
an old theme, full of words such as tension, compression, torsion, shear, bending, and
destruction, but then again he thinks of it as a material form, in need of cutting, hammering, grasping, scraping, splitting, piercing, re-shaping, and measuring.
And time passes and suddenly, he is in company with god,
that drops by late hours to check up on him, reminding him with
genuine equanimity, nature is capable of designing traces of extraordinary
polarization.
We are on sojourn
myself and I, breaking the monopoly of
his mind.
Chandrasekhar dreamed of gravity's might
Black holes drawing in even light
Skeptics laughed and he couldn't win.
Even England turned its back on him.
Galileo cried, “Come, look, you’ll see!”
But his peers said, “you're tricking me!
Your glass is cursed; your stars aren’t true
You’ll cast a spell on us; we won’t look through.”
Goddard thought rockets could fly
They said, “The man’s a fool to try.”
They found out he was right when Nazi rockets came,
A hard way for London to learn his name.
Julius Mayer said energy was conserved.
Skeptics thought he had lots of nerve.
His paper was scorned, his name dismissed—
He was dramatically right, so he makes this list.
Wegener thought Africa fit the American coast
He thought once they were joined, but his theory was toast
Geologists called him nasty names
Even an open mind couldn't accept such claims.
The Wrights were “Lying Brothers,” so described
But those who saw their planes in action had not lied.
Finally the Wrights moved to Europe, an overnight sensation
And they sold airplanes to many a nation.
This raises questions of what we believe
How truth can be lost, and hard to retrieve
Reality too simplified, wrong barriers that we find
It's so important to keep an open mind.
In the hall of creation,
the floor was white gold.
The air shimmered
with the weight of unborn ideas.
A line of souls waited before Me,
each one daring to ask
for the fire that can never be owned.
Isaac Newton stepped forward,
eyes burning with questions.
"Let me weigh the stars,
let me name their laws.
I will write the motions of the heavens
so mankind may see order in the chaos."
I touched his brow.
The apple fell forever.
Albert Einstein followed,
hair untamed as spacetime itself.
"Give me a mind that bends light
and warps time into rivers of truth.
Let me show them
that reality is a dance no eye can truly see."
I laughed at his courage,
and gave him the fabric of the cosmos.
Marie Curie came next,
a slender flame in a long dress.
"Father, I will walk into the invisible,
touch the breath of atoms,
and bring light from the dark—
even if it burns me."
I kissed her forehead.
I knew she would not live long.
Charles Darwin approached
with papers whispering like restless leaves.
"Let me trace the footsteps of life itself—
from crawling things to singing man.
Let me tell the story of how they came to be."
I told him to kneel.
His truth would be heavier than stone,
and men would hate him for it.
Galileo Galilei lifted his eyes to the ceiling.
"Let me lift a tube to the heavens,
to see what angels hide.
Let me show them
the Earth is not the center,
and that they are not the crown of the universe."
I told him to return in three days.
He would need courage forged in chains.
Nikola Tesla entered last.
He did not bow.
"I want it all," he said simply.
"All the lightning of heaven,
the secret language of energy,
the heartbeat of the world."
I smiled sadly.
Such a mind burns too brightly to last.
I opened the gates of thought,
and the storms moved into him.
When they were gone,
the hall was silent again.
I stood among the unborrowed minds,
knowing every gift I give
is also a curse.