Sit down. Hear my strange story
about my day at the observatory.
I peered through a magic telescope
filled with sad memories and hope.
Through one side I could see the past.
The other showed a future, gone too fast.
The wind, a conductor of memories past,
whispers of boostalgia, in each gust it casts,
every play by play, blow by blow,
moves us in the direction
of refinement, victory, goal.
It carries laughter, like a playful lambada,
stirring the plot, where we can embark the
crossroads of shallow depths of flood, rescue, boat, armada, with it's tugfloat-
, antics, dote.
Upon the breeze, momentum, ab solution,
scensctes emotions,
mingles with Petrichords of spring tugging ferry
of family amalgamation, observatory.
The wind, a conductor of memories past,
whispers of nostalgia, in each gust it casts,
every play by play, blow by blow.
Vesper-wilding crystal clear antecdotes.
Where the wind can carry pain,
wound salts in exclamate whirl of spin.
It also carries a soft hum and a touch
from person to beast to person,
playing in the yard, naked, raw,
carefree,
as we begin again.
Keck Observatory
You and I stargazing;
I hope you smile as you read this,
You’re the fantasy in this date night.
Outstretched are the heavens
Open infinity
Ornate spheres spin in line
Overwhelming wonders
Opalescent sparkles
Orbiting light's prime source
Organized with brilliance
4-3-2021
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I'm engaged with the great hover
As confusing as it, I ponder
I venerate its spry glory
When I look in the high observatory
As imagine, I see
With its plot guarantee
Winds cool, into red of elevation
For its ravenous tenants passion
All, in its stylish creation
Of stature and functional question
The Child and the Dancer
See the dancing of the child,
I think he's angry out of step and wild.
He finds it hard to see the snail,
The intense wails overshadowed rails.
Winds that are flocking near the lorry?
I think she'd like to eat in the observatory.
He is but a delightful dancer,
He admired as he sits upon a tropic of cancer.
He's exciting a tap dancer is just like a kitten,
He needs no ground, and it runs on whitten.
He's not alone he brings a cheetah,
a pet deer, and lots of rosita.
The deer likes to chase a pebble,
Especially one that's in the gable.
The audience shudders at the active stage box.
He wants to leave, but they want the block.
6/24/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Rhyming Couplet
Grounded are the feet that be in the elemental earth
Bounded we the legs that keep the motion of walks
Rounded is the dirt beneath as the pressure begins to mound
Founded the discovery to uncover knowledgeable talks
Sculpting melding seeping
The soil underground flowing heated molten
Melting shaping morphing
Formation created solid black rock ground
Steamy is the water of the magmatic oceans deep
Risen layers pillow topped stacked slowly in the chill
Solidifying new earthen life pushed through to a crusted rebuild
Slowly in the unseen depths where land is consuming sea
Wisps of wind waves whistle with gaseous fumes
Lofting liquid red as golden orange fissures spread bloody fires
Inches measured by millimeters mold metals magical blaze
Wild widening of gaps shallowly engraved a blackened glaze
Obsidian wasteland of a treacherous expanse gathered island life
Reflective surfaces weathered time breaking down rock to sand
Erosive washing of corrosive materials gritty consumed by forces of nature
Natural is the condensing of observatory images in the fluid eyes of man
Inspired by 'It's Elemental' By Carole Duet
Turning your eyes to distant stars,
You witness infinity spinning as it has
Aeons upon aeons before you were born,
Orbits and memories, oceans and dust.
Wherever you are, but a speck,
An ambulatory grain, sparkling, alive,
Epitome of the momentary
Whether a witness on a Vientiane roof,
An ancient observatory in Beijing
Or some sandy step in Samarqand
Your true tale
One amid seemingly endless stories
No less, no more than any other.
Dare you speak of identity and legacies?
May as well debate the dreams of spinosaurs!
And yet we sing, defying our future silence,
The vast eternities pending
Knowing our yawning cosmos has been
Changed by far less long before
And perhaps once again
With the same ease as a Sunday sabaidee.
The search goes on
to discover at last
that we are not alone..
Yet others wait
for the discovery
that we are alone..
Alone in knowing
that Awareness knows
itself Alone
and that we
and this exoplanet
color our Awareness
as we remain Alone...
Closest Exoplanet To Earth -- August 2016
On Aug 24 2016, the European Southern Observatory announced the confirmation of the closest exoplanet to Earth. This illustration shows Proxima b, which orbits its parent star Proxima Centauri, the closest sun to Earth's sun. Proxima b lies within its sun's habitable zone, strongly suggesting the planet has liquid water on its surface.
Huffington Post
Galileo had his turn.
But with much still left to learn
the brown dwarf sat-----waiting.
Then came hubble to the frey.
Seeking in a finite way
the brown dwarf teasing.
Nibiru, if confirmed,
a new planet we have turned
from mystery to being.
7/30/2005 9:36:34 PM Google "Nibiru"
A planet larger than Pluto has been discovered
in the outlying regions of the solar system.
The planet was discovered using the Samuel
Oschin Telescope at Palomar Observatory near
San Diego, Calif. The discovery was announced
today by planetary scientist Dr. Mike Brown of
the California Institute of Technology in Pasadena,
Calif., whose research is partly funded by NASA.
This is the universe,
and the world is my observatory.
What is real
is real to me,
so how can it be real to you
if we all see what is real,
but it is only real
because we SAY it is...
...And I'm not you,
and you're not ME,
and we all see things -
albiet maybe infinitessimally -
dif'rently?
Go figure...
In Germany is the palace it would be
Older then Stonehenge observatory
The people were obsessed with stars that in night sky they would see
For in the stars lied the key
Some say it’s real others imaginary
But many say our solar system is binary
And what is extraordinary
It is when the magnetic field of this star is close civilization turns revolutionary
Every time the field is close there is golden age
At least that is what is taken from the page
Of an ancient sage
And we are now one step closer to this age
If such field by vortex would be created
Incredible power would be generated
And if by post expanse untraceable magic it would be formulated
Then our spiritual virtues truly be blessed
This first step would be
To grand majesty
And mesmerizing possibility
Where true philosophy runs free
Anatolia is a cauldron of cultures from distant past
Many of them millenniums would last
As Gobekli Tepe its shadow will cast
It leads through gates to the past
The Hittites iron and chariot invented
Phrygians and Lydians great wealth accumulated
Greeks their first cities there created
And no one yet knows by who Gobekli Tepe was generated
Gobekli Tepe is filled with sculptures of animals of all surds
Those were placed there with inscriptions in ancient words
Before people had iron or even bronze swords
Was it a temple a market or twelve thousand year ago an observatory to distant worlds?
Yet Gobekli Tepe waits patiently
For the inscribed key
That would change or perhaps fulfill its destiny
From couple of ancient rocks to star like beauty
When out world majesty
Through and horizon energized by the key
By Gobekli Tepe will be granted nonlinearity
And I hope person with that key will be me
Moods…
Machiavellian moods are moods of plan.
They are also mood tp satisfied their ego some that always.
Ad hominem per personnel or nepotisms are self to claim or self hears to hands pledges.
Lover in micro ways are observatory for epochs essays.
Epoch making are wrong or right.
Some of us have moods.
Hatred mind are very sharp and acute.
To a big observatory you have to go.
Some very famous astronomers you will have to know.
I assure you whatever you saw was not Pluto.
If you thought that was the planet, I would have to say “no”.
Pluto is too far and too small to see.
Nobody found it until 1930.
You can’t see it in a store-bought telescope.
Sorry if I have inadvertently dashed your hope.
What you probably saw was an asteroid.
There are plenty of them out in the solar space void.
Most of them can be found between Jupiter and Mars.
They can be seen among the backdrop of stars.
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