Long Transports Poems
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Genesis 1:16 Context
13And the evening and the morning were the third day. 14And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years: 15And let them be for lights in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth: and it was so. 16And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also. 17And God set them in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth, 18And to rule over the day and over the night, and to divide the light from the darkness: and God saw that it was good. 19And the evening and the morning were the fourth day.
Out on the porch at faint light
Cool air surrounds the poet
It transports to a quieter time
Don't you just know it
Silver sliver moon
Nestles rough scars, dark side....
Star of the morning
Surrounded by artic blue sky
Brush stroked with streaks of light gray
As doves softly sing their morning song
A magenta sun warms.
Tips of silhouetted forest pines
Seen through spider web catching swarms
The sunbeam light fills closer trees
Its brighter light reduces
Star of the morning to a dot.
Clouds moving across confuses
The beam of the sun reaches out
Gives the writer improved light
Reveals all her mistakes
Clouds turning magenta delight
What a way to start the morning
Enjoying cool given
God in His mercy grants this time
These moments create a haven
I know this is a duke's mixture/probably plenty of grammatical mistakes, etc.
Horton Sphere Amendment ACT of 2077
Space Law Junkie Reported for The
All Worlds Gazette Edition MCVV-12-11122233444VII
"Module sounding The Sheres of Pumping Gases"
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After sacred places, literary locations, and gods
Outer Space Treaty, which prohibits national
appropriation of celestial bodies
but allows for private reso
Major equatorial dark regions include Shangri-La and Bele
while bright, mountainous, or hilly areas include Xanadu,
Adiri, and the Tolkien-inspired Montes
.Space laws concerning shares (ownership of resources)
and gas (extraction/utilization) are governed by the 1967
urce extraction and ownership under national regulation.
Countries like the US explicitly allow private companies
to own, sell, and use extracted resources (water ice, gases)
Horton Sphere Transports gas and gasous materails in
space using robots
Robot space laws currently consist of international
treaties governing state responsibility for space objects
and ethical guidelines for AI autonomy
rather than sci-fi-style, hardcoded rules.).
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Up and down I quickly scroll
In search of the poet’s name
So desperate to feed my soul
And my anxious thoughts to tame
I scan with my longing eyes
This heart igniting to flame
I wonder where it could be?
The halo around that name
I breathe a sigh of relief
There it is, glorious sight
The name that is sure to bring
Dreams vibrant into my night
I click with growing ardor
Read and savor every line
Each thought entwined with magic
Transports me to the sublime
I sigh with deep contentment
Nourished by all he has shared
Dressed with the robe of his words
A gift of the soul he bared
Refreshed, I rise from my bed
A brilliant start to my day
In this little heart a wish
That his name is here to stay
Eileen Manassian Ghali
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A Winter’s night observed by: Steven Hudson
Tranquility mounts in the silence of the moment,
Snow glistens from the branches of a full moonlight
Contrasting darkness’s shadowy backdrop,
A gentle calm breeze permeates the air,
Stillness, listening, as this wonderland envelops you
For a season an instant another land transports you
Apparent breath exhaled, a machine fearfully and wonderfully made
In wilderness, frozen and wild that is fearfully and wonderfully made
Green boughs heavy in blankets of snowy white
Black branches barren and void, form lines, into the starry night
Crystals flutter, sparkle and swirl on lumined plains spread out beneath,
On A winter’s night observed, a winter’s night of peace.
"Move Over"
Move over
I’m coming in
Right side
Left, uncovered
Move over
I’m coming in
Left side,
Right?
Rite.
Write.
Right?
Move over
I’m coming in
Right side
Left, uncovered
Light
or
No Light.
Move over
I'm coming in...
Light
or
No Light.
(LadyLabyrinth /2020)
“Find You” / Ruelle
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66BkR217GcY
"What makes a man or woman, 'Human'?
What makes a 'Human'
put thoughts into words into stories?
Surely, it is the Soul, the Higher Self
that has the wish to convene with other souls.
Is "LOVE" not the truest form of collaboration?
When Love transports a human
out of the story into real life,
then souls truly do meet."
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Quotes
poems, short stories
Title; "Chasing Little Joys"
For quite some time now, I've become desensitized to my challenges
to the reality of my existence.
I've been holding on to any moments of joy that provide relief
even if it's just for a few minutes in order to drown out the constant ache in my heart.
Sleep has become my way to numb myself.
It transports me to a realm,
where I can shield myself from the demands and pressures of the world.
Life, a maze filled with unknowns, is filled with ups and downs,
laughter and tears, love and heartbreaks.
No matter how tightly you try to control it,
everything twists. Turns lie ahead, both delightful and devastating.
Amid it all, show yourself grace and love
And perhaps, just perhaps, brighter days will eventually dawn.
I can't claim numbness, for I feel every feeling in its raw form
I wonder if I'll ever stop chasing those moments of joy,
since sad days are inevitable at the end of the day.
The Echoes of a Heart That Feels...
Bitter and sweet runs our inspired affair:
two brooding friends, in crisis of the heart,
suffer turmoil; but like ardent lovebirds,
we soar the same serene currents of air.
Whether coming together or apart,
we shred, then heal, with the raw power of words.
The wax and wane of our ballistic wars,
the ebb and flow of our constant campaigns,
we languish from conflict and division.
But passage through life's swift-revolving doors
transports us where relationship sustains:
with bill of rights, replete with revision.
Robbed of our missed customary foreplay,
two minds deprived of thoughtful intercourse,
we counteract with Platonic romance.
So until the Apocalypse and doomsday,
our friendship outlasts strife with tour de force,
whilst our bipolar swings in the balance.
Behold the busy bumblebee
Gathering pollen and nectar, his treasure.
He transports it home
To be stored in a comb
For his queen to dine on at her leisure.
How doth the humble bumblebee
Manage all that he does without stumbling?
He toils night and day,
Earning minimum pay,
Her commands he'll obey without grumbling.
Wherefore's he called a "bumble bee"?
Throughout all that rough and rowdy tumbling
Industriousness is no quirk,
There's no task he will shirk,
So, don't smirk, he is anything but "bumbling".
In a thriving hive of buzzin' bees
Will reside several dozen cousin bees,
All of whom are humble bees,
And very busy bumblebees,
Knee-deep in bees' activities
And apian proclivities
That show their main necessity
If just to bee or not to bee.
Living day by day is insufficient for human beings,
We need transcendence, journeys beyond,
Escape; we need meaning and understanding,
Explanation and interpretation of the patterns that guide our lives.
We need hope, the anticipation of a future
That illuminates our path and gives us the strength to move forward.
We need freedom (or at least,
The illusion of freedom) to escape from ourselves,
For with telescopes and microscopes and ever-growing technology,
We travel to other worlds,
Rising above our immediate surroundings.
We seek a relaxation of the inhibitions that bind us,
So that we can connect with each other,
Or transports that make our consciousness of
Time and mortality easier to bear.
We seek a holiday from internal and external restrictions,
A more intense sense of the present, the beauty
And value of the world we live in, in every breath.
In the boundless field of dreams, we journey to other spheres,
With birds of desire flying high, beyond the stars.
The need to see into the depths of the soul,
Like a mirror reflecting the sea.
Through microscopes, we decipher minute secrets,
Through telescopes, we explore the giants of dreams.
In states of mind that allow us to travel,
We rise from the ordinary towards infinite horizons.
We need the magic of love, stories
That rise above dark clouds,
We need the illusion of freedom, which frees us
From the chains of ordinary existence.
We seek the antidote for the inhibitions
That isolate us, bridges that unite us,
Transformed into moments of sincere intimacy,
A journey to places where hearts join hands.
We seek a break from inner traps,
To discover the intensity of the present moment,
The beauty and value of the lived world,
In the web of infinite possibilities.
We need light that pierces the gloom,
The flight of dreams released into the heavens.
New ways to navigate through the complexity of life,
To feel the fullness of each day received as a gift.
On wings of hope and freedom, we carry ourselves
Beyond the limits of days, in search of infinity.
Poetry
is a
process
some
say
it
transports
me
forward
from
over
there
in
yesterday
via
these
words
today
into
the
unknown
tomorrow
is
my
history
it is
me
and
cannot
be
changed
by
words
no
matter
how
eloquent
it
existed
happened
it
cannot be
erased
I
am
it
it
is
me
Hear me read my free
verse poem A LABOUR OF
LOVE @ http://youtu.be/GiD8JdYi-jw