Long Little dipper Poems

i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
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She loved the evenings lying in the grass next to her dad…looking up…enjoying the view
He would teach her all about the stars…everything he knew.

He’d point up to Polaris, the North Star and tell her it...

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On my walk the other morning…the moon wasn’t quite full yet…
and I was lucky enough to see her about an hour before she set.

A cloud formation…one I hadn’t seen before…appeared before my eyes.
Layers that started...

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i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
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Mr. Frost was right.

It felt good that night, 
laying on our backs 
at the end of the dock 
looking at the stars.

It took us forever 
to find the little dipper.

It was one of those nights...

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Goodnight Dad 
I was sitting in the backyard earlier, just gazing at the stars. The sky was clear, and the moon was still asleep somewhere back east. My mind, as it usually does, started to...

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The landmark was given the name 
"Exclamation Point," and indeed it became 
the most exciting place I'd ever known!
The "parentheses" between us shone
of sun "dashes" splashing 
on the "comma" aquamarine.
My fashion "square bracket" charms swayed...

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Beware of the Brain-eaters, the Logic-disbelievers, the Beat-clippers.
They come on Halloween  to thumb their noses at the sky dippers.
Big Dipper sends eighteen master witches to give them a star.
Little Dipper distances himself, hiding his...

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Oh Little Dipper Dipper,
what are you dipping for?
the sweetly vast vanilla seas,
or ginger cookie shores?

Oh little starlit ladle,
what swirls within your cup?
a batch of cotton candy clouds
you gently gathered up?

Or maybe licorice lava, cooled
from swaying...

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Monetary values,
Cultural commonwealth,
The deviant's avenue,
A haven for sore bones and poor health,
Chiseled tongues,
Limp limbs,
Brandished to persecute and shun,
The light emanating from within,
Our communal corner,
Tucked away in the dark,
Home to him and her,
A Gothic contrast polarizingly...

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Swinging free among the stars
from the big dippers Dubhe,
Ursa Minor to Major,
warmed by the touch of two bears



By: Debra Squyres
For: Hammock of sky in Tananga
Date: 9/5/12 


A little science lesson, as I understood my research...

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Berenices and Arcturus
We're inspired.Hydra spoke
new words that tickled there
fancy. 
Creation recreates , creation
The sources of which is
Sourced.
We are the materials with origins
Sourced by our own meeting, 
gathered truths seeding like
sourced stones.
The things we know and...

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Big Dipper Little Dipper, I look upon the stars.
Then I look to the heavens above and ask myself how far to where you are?
I miss you every day know that since that time you left...

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The thinnest clouds do roll and drift,
As His light does sieve and sift

Left with a trail of silvery haze, 
That Man still smiles His fullest phase 

'Twas almost daylight He did yield,
As midnight approached upon...

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