Long Planetarium Poems
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Oh, my dear bride; how the years have unfolded before our eyes.
Remember way back then when we stood at the Buckingham Fountain?
Or took breathtaking moon-light views of the skyline from the Planetarium?
Or went for a drive through the windy city and later enjoyed a picnic in the park? Those were the days my love, those early days when like lightning, I was first struck by your love, and you set a flame in this heart of mine that until now, still burns.
For 50 years now, in good and bad times, we have been there for and with each other. No, I don't remember our first valentine in 1971 when I first learned that you were the one. No, I don't remember if I bought you a dozen roses or took you out to dine at a nice restaurant.
Yes, my dear, it's been 50 years, and I am certain that I must have asked you in the winter of 1971 to be my valentine. Yes, for these 50 years, in haste I say, that I have looked upon your beautiful face, felt the warmth of your embrace, and realized that it has been pure and undeserved grace.
Why, I'm certain your reply to 'being my valentine' was, "Yes". And away we went until yet again I asked for your hand in marriage, and you said, "Yes I will". Oh, my dear bride, 16 months later in a college town, we both stood together there in the sanctuary of God and said, "I do" in June of 1972,and until now, you are still my valentine.
020321PSCtest, ALL YOURS (Feb 14)', Brian Strand
Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
My eyes are dazzled, by her unbelievable beauty.
Honored, I revere her magnificence, as I peek into the telescope.
Seeing this nebula move not at all, though I know she is.
Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
An interstellar beginning or a super nova end?
No way to tell. Like humans, stars begin and end the same way.
Delighting the high-powered telescope in the planetarium.
Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
I take another peek, holding my breath, amazed at her beauty.
Fantastic colors of this nebula delight and entice imagination
I hope she is at the beginning of her life cycle.
Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
Dust, hydrogen and helium, swirling interstellar galactically.
Twisting and turning in a fog with other ionized gases
No matter her journey, I marvel at her optimism, and her grace.
mighty Finn MacCool, fierce Antrim lad
slung sling-shot Samson right off his pad
shattered mindsets, tilted clocks
swiped Goliath in the docks
gargantuan giants going mad
Armagh apple girl, any topic
she star gazed past the misanthropic
vantage point, two cathedrals
Gullion top, polyhedrals
planetarium, telescopic
clever Cavan man miles from the sea
found the Shannon source down on one knee
tiny trickle, goodness sake
then a torrent, then a lake
in Breffni county coarse fish are free
one from London, the other, Derry
these two wee men were very hairy
bendy bridge across the Foyle
peaceful city soon to spoil
their Sperrin looks were very scary
there was an eejit from Donegal
climbed up Muckish, had a great fall
the scree slopes of Errigal
still alive, it's a miracle
his Malin head had no sense at all
surly curly kid from county Down
lost in the drumlins wearing a frown
city edge, mountains of Mourne
disappeared where he was born
by Strangford narrows acting the clown
wily Fermanagh wench kept two men
each was called Ernie from way back when
overhead in their flying boats
spied her flashing petticoats
ocean in sight, they fell short again
most mysterious Monaghan boy
sibling Virginia, she was his joy
dressed up in his sister’s clothes
sexy Clones, no one knows
'cept over the border, Auchnacloy
Tyrone joker a champion be
chalk in pocket he could hardly see
bendy cue, whipped their asses
fifteen balls, such big glasses
all for his ma and a tidy fee
I signed up for a tour not knowing it even existed.
The grand canyon of the inner working mind.
On it we visited the train of thought, the big divide and dilapidated amusing parks.
Even though the skies were open, it lacked the coolness of a planetarium.
My tour-guide's name is la-la-la Lloyd.
And was told to flow and follow with him closely.
But dealing with distant distractions kept me deviating.
Tried using divination to get back on the path.
Yet there was no signal or reception of intuition.
Don't mind my wandering, as I will eventually come back to the handed t-ask.
As all logical functions are lacking in this fuzzy world of Quantum Reality.
Finally, a local spirit animal orientated me to a last known marker.
Making me rendez-vous with your rounded-view.
Luckily made it in time for the last spectacle.
After picking some contraband souvenirs.
Got me wondering what percent should I be tipping?
For this all knowing tour-guide that provided me this a-maz-i-ng trip.
When we learned our elderly, kind granddad had died,
all paternal cousins traveled, gathered and cried.
Later, the ‘reception drive’ offered varied rides;
in Rachel’s auto, they shared a liquor-filled flask
and in Rob’s ancient van, a joint or two was passed.
If any cousin did not seek a high that day,
Terry drove sober now that she was freely gay.
At the reception, we all loved, giggled and shared.
Funny, that the sober car was the last one there!
In time, we caught up using our familiar flair.
Rob, Rachel and Rita’s Father had been paroled.
Rob still refused to pay taxes or live controlled.
Rachel lost her job when her flask fell out and rolled.
Rita found Jesus after holding marigolds
and walking naked down a long suburban road.
Mark was racing fast cars, playing music in bars
and had built a planetarium to view stars.
His maternal grandmother supplied the dollars
so why not avoid wearing a working collar?
Terry shared the same dollars-aplenty, flow-jar.
She had just graduated college with honors,
moved in with Sue (who then quit work as a mauler),
and now barely leaves their home built near water.
I shared my struggle to work a forty-hour week,
make sure my special needs child never feels defeat
and bear my third spouse, who keeps a petulant heat.
When a toast or a toke to Granddad was complete,
Mark grabbed his guitar and set a steady, good beat.
Each cuz, in turn, sang their made up line which was neat:
“We’re from the family tree of true dysfunction.
What others call stupid, we see as brave gumption.
We do not take kindly to outside instruction
stalling our families’ chaotic production.
If we pass loud gas, we won’t care if others laugh.
Now, just like real life, our song has gone off track.”
667.
The 2nd Period of the Independent Era of Philippine History:
Marcos Regime
The only Philippine President elected for another term
Ferdinand Marcos' grip to power was ostensibly firm
But the 2nd & 3rd terms of his presidency
Was engulfed with civil unrest & leftist insurgency
In the so-called “First Quarter Storm”, thousands protested
Separatist groups, MNLF & CPP-NPA, were founded
There was a bombing in the rally of the opposition
High government officials encountered attempts of assassination
The fruit of such anarchy was the Martial law declaration
To save the republic and address the threats of insurrection
Marcos imposed an “iron hand” over the entire nation
There were massive reforms like the new Constitution
Grand edifices were erected like the Manila Planetarium & the PICC
Built were widespread housings, schools, hospitals, roads, bridges & the LRT
Despite these vast projects & accomplishments for our country
The yellows treated Marcos as our nation's enemy
This is the 2nd Period of Independent Era – Marcos Regime
The longest rule by a Filipino President from glory to grim
3 terms of great achievements & gruesome resentments
God taught the Filipinos a good lesson for our next presidents.
-05/28/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
My eyes are dazzled, by her unbelievable beauty.
Honored, I revere her magnificence, as I peek into the telescope.
Seeing this nebula move not at all, though I know she is.
Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
An interstellar beginning or a super nova end?
No way to tell. Like humans, stars begin and end the same way.
Delighting the high-powered telescope in the planetarium.
Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
I take another peek, holding my breath, amazed at her beauty.
Fantastic colors of this nebula delight and entice imagination
I hope she is at the beginning of her life cycle.
Cosmos magician, gorgeous nebula of rainbow colors.
Dust, hydrogen and helium, swirling interstellar galactically.
Twisting and turning in a fog with other ionized gases
No matter her journey, I marvel at her optimism, and her grace.
For a relatively brief period in their lives,
they touched base with luxuries that they could
ill afford; with culture unallowed by both desire
and time. Their days were spent committing crimes
that fed their addiction to drugs. But at a rehab
center, they were reintroduced to some of the finer
things of life.
Teachings of Christ were at the heart and center of their
belief system and the hallmark of their program. Moreover,
there were other venues of culture that greatly aided in
their success. Among them was The Zoo.
Into their lives came the Museum of Science and Industry.
There, they could experience being connected to a reality
that improved rather than destroyed civilization. There,
perhaps they would connect to a challenge, a vision that
could assist in changing their lives. Such visits by them
must have been amazingly interesting and arresting;
enabling them to capture a fresh view of human ingenuity.
A new and broader view of the real world was also presented
to them by way of the Planetarium. Awesome observations of
the vast universe so unlike the average American city that
had limited their drug-infested lives. There was so much 'out
there' yet to be explored; so much 'in them' yet to be tapped.
The Zoo was another favorite place to go. Was it simply
a place to observe animals, or was there so much more
to be discovered? There was a golden opportunity to
reevaluate the use of cages, fences, barriers, and
partitions. Perhaps an ex-felon would conclude that
crime does not pay and that freedom is priceless.
I cannot be certain, but I suspect that the men
taken to such venues, especially the zoo, came
away with a greater appreciation for the good life.
One cannot help but realize the value of having
the wild in captivity, and at the same time acknowledge
that every living creature deserves and demands freedom.
051223PSCtest. Constance La France
Writing Challenge - 'Z' Words
Word Choice: Zoo
We met for real the other day.
It was time for a sit down and we wanted to play.
Line, my first follower, and I.
We had a great time, I do not lie.
The first hurdle was, where do we meet?
The zoo? The planetarium or library so sweet?
We both love books, and we love to read.
So library it was, a great place indeed.
Shush! Shush! Said the librarian, old-school.
Be quiet now! She had the face of a orangutan.
Okay, Line, can we do anything with this, or shall
I start over and we can do faeries and gargoyles?
I need some imagery, and romantic words, and I know
you have them. Love, Caren PS Tag. You are it!
At the Planetarium, I saw them.
All alighted in the sky. I couldn't count them even if I tried.
Beautiful and shimmering, the beauty of diamonds in the sky.
Oh, what God has done such a merciful one. No beauty can behold it.
No one can make or copy. It's just as He has made it
and I appreciate it. So, the only place I can see the miracle in the sky.
The cloud has covered up the sky. And I wish that by and by
I can see it with the naked eye. There's so much to see out in
space nothing can take its place. A raw of shimming light, that
greet the days and the nights.
Have you ever stopped to think, we're just one link to this vast universe?. We're so busy running around. We don't take the time
to appreciate what God has made. Shame on us for it can be
all gone.
But I think it's time to do, take a trip to the Planetarium too
And see the wonders of our world. That's made for me and you.