Sorry Planet Poems

a milky way rise
in maroon alien skies
starry, starry night



I am sorry that I won't be posting poetic tales 
for a couple of weeks, Poetry Soup...

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The sky was limpid, and the sun rose splendidly. 
When I urged ardent nature to pen, it did so swiftly. 
Scarcely note the key themes...

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Pluto a small planet-outermost part of the solar system                ...

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I
Which is more –
words told by the people who 
have gone to the underworld
or the number of stars in the sky?
Before the World War III,...

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Spring is here and in the air                  ...

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Space Shot

If I were a scientist I'd build a massive gun
To blast myself beyond the moon and then beyond the sun
I say the sun but...

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So sorry, Pluto! You cannot be deemed
		“ninth planet” anymore because there’s been
		a redefining that eliminates
		you from the list of planets. Since you’re kin

		to the remaining...

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Poor Planet Earth
By Stanley R Harris
The new mad Author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

Is the world, disintegrating?  Is it hitting back at us?
Is...

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yesterday i went to buy a monkey
In the Trinidad emperor zoo
but the monkey take one look at me
And no " I am going nowhere with...

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On the planet of celebrity
Stars are always out on show
Always planning something new
There’s always somewhere new to go




Cruising on motor bike
Like Keanu Reeves
Motoring down to...

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AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL

My childhood spent without peers
alone and prey to my fears.

Nights spent face buried in my pillow
my emotions  like a weeping willow.

The school kid disliked and...

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My Dear, Sweet, lost Child ?
Daughter of my wasted youth !
A confession

I am truly sorry Gail, for all that I was  
- that selfish,...

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The world burns apart,
like paper over candle.
The only breaking point 
that this planet couldn't handle.
Something turns to nothing
and that nothing's what remains,
that nothing turns to...

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I always thought this was a castle when I was little
Beautiful. Magic
on a spiritual high
 We’d like to be shooting straight for heaven 
Im going...

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The art of thought is our lovemaking connection,
histories a ladder to hypnotic healing, corrections uninvited
to our planet of puzzling passion
where a man and a woman...

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