Long Satellite Poems
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From the beginning man looked up
at night and saw the satellite,
orbiting on a timetable
of its own.
It came and went, remained unspent,
Ying to earth’s Yang, celestially,
each evening rising—an old
companion.
Generations saw its pale white
reflecting down from sun’s bright light,
and through centuries past it spoke
to lovers.
Men wondered how it came to be,
and wondered what the distance was,
contemplated the mystery
in the sky.
And then within a hundred years,
men’s knowledge grew and dreams came true,
as science dawned and airplanes flew,
like eagles.
The President declared one day,
and made a claim about the way,
America would send a man
to the moon.
They built a ship to make the trip,
three astronauts in flying suits
were rocketed from Florida,
into space.
The world rejoiced, with kinship voice,
when Armstrong spoke and told the world,
a giant step was made that day,
for mankind.
And now again we celebrate,
commemorate, it’s fifty years,
since that event in sixty-nine,
the first time.
Shortly there will be a service,
taking people using spaceships,
on a lunar expedition,
for a fee.
In the meantime and forever,
every person who looks upward,
sees the beauty of the moonlight,
in night’s sky.
The scene’s the same, since Abraham
and Charlemagne and Chairman Mao
and you and me, we soak it in
impressing.
It speaks to us. It comforts us,
consistently, reliably,
the rich, the poor, it matters not
who sees it.
We offer praise, sing its glory,
thankful for the tides it brings us.
May it last and be forever,
as it is.
Drop worship for warship
In favor of study
Loose cults and the visions
As these satellite
The timing of systems
Exisitng in point
May plane this or may not
Appear alright
The Godess of frequencies
Wasn't the point
Of Greek atmosphere
Updated Hecate
The threesome triangles
Of triangulation
Vibration of string
And foe eating the bait
Debate of opinions
Hardship of measures
The layer between you and I
There's magic
There's rational
These are the surphase
And these would be stupid sci fi
There is tactics
There is strategies
These are of entropy
Point you want to achieve
Imposed false authority
Irrespectful depictions
Delusions, allusions of peace
The peace of the mind
The tension, the tensors
Anxiety of those fields
Instead of the processing
For wrongly obectives
It capsules of harships
Does build
So much for the purpose
Internal exclusions
The flawless and linear path
Inadequate guesses
Intelligent Gauss
Manifestations of wrath
The Godess of measure
Ain' bound to Justicia
The flock of the spherical cows
The polarization
The mesh and the mashes
Geomtetry twists of the times
At entrance I am standing
But what am I guarding
With these the two torches of mine
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Drone sub lib
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Inspiro designio
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Abstract
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A submersible drone, and satellite feed and proper laugage.
Objective
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To create a system that can warn against pending floods
Due to the amount of time a flood takes place
Even t
With traditional warning. A proper and safe system needs to be developed to create
"Act Now" evasive plans and warnings
When the creek or river pre rises it it imperial
For folk in the general population to understand the seriaty of the pending situation A warning even if it means grabbing on to floating devices, which might save the population.
Goal
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From the moment the storm is announced.
A means of communication that warns, advices and secures the safety of all people!
Research and invention.
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Terms and Technology
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a trusted governmently supported
System that works!
Damming the Gualupe River to create an environmentally stable environment for the safety of all peoples!
I turned the clock of time to look deeper into the divine; I turned the clock of time to see what is mine. The wheels keep spinning and the machine keeps rolling and I behold an oracle rising up from the sea and it is entering the galaxy guided by a strange satellite with millions of light years cursing by its side. I wasn’t sure what to make of it but it left me completely static.
It drifts and drifts circling around the outer layer of the sky bidding the old moon goodbye and somersaulting in thin air. Time has taken it to a new dimension when it suddenly collides with the heavens, the devil was waiting on the banks but the angels formed a long line and direct it into space.
It traveled a thousand miles in space breaking through the middle ground shooting out fire behind its tail and rising to a dimension that confuse the heart and soul of man. It explores the universe, gathering data in its throat with pinhole camera attached to it, it continues to drift in time until you see what lies in the shadows.
The temperature keeps growing with the time, and the mission keeps focusing on the divine; the dimension widens the suspicious broadens, and time and space compression expand beyond the distance .I can feel the electromagnetic wave pulling me and the distant relationship solidifying me and the feeling of hope is walking all over me.
The mission continues in the sky and I will hold on to gravity umtil I die, the gravitation fields are strong so I have to find a different place to land .
Mars is waiting for me but that mission cannot carry me. I need something bigger and broader that can withstand the nature of time and move further inland with the divine.
The planets are boiling and sooner or later a miracle will be exposed. The Earth will raise, Mars, Pluto and Venus will take you to the next level. Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus and Neptune will meet you at noon and you will have dinner in the garden with earth apposite the lake, you will invite a thousand soldiers to dine and you will play the flute to bring back memory of your youth; time has just taken you on journey to understand the heat and prepare the fleet.
Star light why so bright?
you're not a star but a satellite
You hover around like a drone,
but not a drone who is owned
I stare up into the dark night,
my focus has shifted
somethings not right,
fuzzy haze in the twilight
A hood covers its glowing eyes
It hovers in invisible disguise
Concentrate not on the orb
surrounding it lights absorbed
Once it's seen you can't unsee
you wish it were just a dream
Transparent is its shape and form
Is it alive or never born?
Like a wraith one of the undead
watching you from overhead
Will, it benefit mankind on its way,
or unveil itself on Judgment day?
September Ember Dismembered
Crisp Air, Baking Orb Basks,
Triggers Sorry "G'Bye Summer!" Tasks,
Daring "Where, What Shall We?" Asks...
Belated Yearning, Last Day's Angst,
Related Stirrings of Routine Must Be Yanked,
Or, Halcyon Days Slip Away Into the Tank!
I know! Visit & Trist, With a Loved One Resist!
Conspire Together to Ban the Hum Drum Cyst,
Seize the Light, Rotten Darkness Cease & Desist!
Sensate Focus, Expand Our Staid Locus,
Listen to Each Other, Share Inner Hocus Pocus,
Sparks of Our Views Exchanged Stoke Us!
Perhaps Oases Lie Not Above the Ceiling,
Nor End on Summer Season, Nor Below Our Kneeling,
We Meet the Enemy, for It's Us That's Stealing!
Grasp an Opportunity or Resist a Temptation?
Traipse Obscurely in Condemning Time's Ration,
Buy "Here & Now's" Ticket for the Train's in this Station!
"Hear & Know" Exposes Vain Untrue Fear,
The GPS of Vitality Does Not by Satellite Steer,
I Must Trust Relationships & Look in the Mirror!
For Facing, Listening, Working, Not Being Shy,
Local Thanks Go Global, Removing My Sty,
The World & I Are Not Running on Empty!
I Felt the World Needed Exchanging,
So Also My Neighborhood Could Stand Rearranging,
But When Improving I, All Began Changing!
If I should get punctured, laying leaking Crimson Tide,
call me Deacon Blues as I slowly start to die.
If they miss me, take it easy.
All is as it should be.
It's best to cut losses, cut ties, change your name, skip town, and grow a beard.. Like To-day, act now before patience sells out in turn I act out of character, and when I leave this is all that you'll talk about.
Our natural satellite departs slow.
Binds of the parasitic plant; first love ties.
The pulse on your neck is chattering, It's slurring its words.
Downtrodden, ragged, in rags soaking drenched and sitting comfortable in combustible liquid stenches.
Oblivious even in the question, oddly aggressively asking,
a straggly demand, expectant to be handed the light to smoke himself a real 'Death Sentence' cigarette.
The late moon is stunning, floating, acting like you're here and really you're staying, we all know that you're leaving.
What are we even thinking?
The only finger on the pulse plays to the beat of a night that reminds me of older days.
Guarded adversaries; imagine that.
The Heart Elapse.
Collapse.
Old and Grey or Rob the cradle to the grave.
…as she partakes in real time drama
her legs shot to pieces by foreign pursuit
Kin and friends have chipped in for wooden
crutches much easier to avoid land mines
in any case and thus she seems content
A satellite dish towering over the ruble
projects a shiny world of alien domination
doubles up as a parasol in the scorching sun
The screen is vivid and livid with many a
persona non-grata and the stigma of Kain’s
recurring news adorning foreheads of gory glory
She cannot forget and must remember to
pass on the baton and story to her descendants
and she is lucky to have born two children
despite the sucked-up fact that she feels
little below the floor of pelvic give and take
By law of statistics comprehending her dire
situation Para is quite normal because walking legs
come as a premium and so she forgives and
hopes that her son will not join the militia and
her daughter can bear the cross in dignity…
I laid out on my porch last night
Listening to coyotes rage a fight
I watched the moon with her bright, full face
Place a blanket of shadows o’er the landscape
Tree frogs croaked a lullaby
I saw night critters scamper by
I breathed in the cool, fresh night air
As my body gave up its daytime cares
Inside the house everyone was asleep
After praying the Lord their souls to keep
I simply marveled at this nighttime world
Watching Mother Nature play like a little girl
Stars were twinkling in the midnight sky
Even saw a satellite passing by
My mind was clear of whos, whats, whens and whys
The tear that fell was from a happy cry
I laid out on my porch last night
Refueling my soul for the coming light
Winter Cabin Reality
by Odin Roark
The storm door
Improperly closed
Bangs violently
The clapboard shedding
White paint chips
Wounds without first aid
Flecks of age
Mixing with the drifting snow
Walls shudder with the gusts
Windowpanes rattle their death threat
Should one shatter
Beware flood gates of frozen forever
When will guardians arrive
The stewards of their weary retreat
Providing solace for this place
We so willing endure
Harsh punishment
This loneliness of disuse
The fear of abandonment
Looming
Looming
Always looming
Such anxiety for...
In order...
In order to...
Appease elements restless
Unhappy
Feeling forsaken
The stove sad
Laboring for no one
The refrigerator longing
Waiting like a giant petri dish
Anxious to be opened and examined
Bed covers squirm amidst
Nature's innate seekers of shelter
Six-leggers pass four-leggers in the night
Perplexed
Wondering
Where is everyone?
Field mice
The basements fortress of faith
Anticipate the happy slogging
Of drunken feet above
The excess food celebrated not
Falling through spaces of beamed flooring
Affording reserves for future seasons of need
Thus awaits the wilderness shelter
Determined to remain creative
As temperatures drop even lower
On this little respected life-saver
Multiple-soul make-over haven
Urban's satellite arbiter for sanity
Earnestly it awaits yesterday's loyally
Its generational-visitor relay
Its reason to hold on
Its inducement
To stay whole
Just one more year
Crunching snow outside raises hope
Two mice
Three spiders
One gentle squirrel share
"Got to be more than a bear"