What a great photo!
Neat to see the galaxy!
Hundreds billion stars!
Estimated to contain;
And hundreds billions planets!
what a great photo!
like a huge river of stars!
stretched across the sky!
Day in Night
Starlit diamonds pinprick opaque night
and planets punctuate darkness. The Milky
Way in clear desert skies traverses a distant
galaxy. The perfect orb moon, earth’s companion
refuses to surrender her bright beacon at night,
does so only reluctantly, in fingernail phases.
Her lunar light pierces clouds to kiss moving
waves, cast shadows on all she may touch.
Fireflies flicker, snowy owls hoot, cream blanches
coffee, till dawn reclaims cerulean skies.
I kicked my legs and off I went
Up into the midnight black,
The sky tilted, the trees bent
As I looked down and back
To narrowly miss the drifted stars
I quickly ducked my head ...
Out beyond lies Saturn and Mars
And my body in it's bed ...
I flipped on a windy draft
Landing on a crescent beam,
The moon and I simply laughed
About my flying in a dream.
This is not A.I.
Up there in the darken sky
Where astronauts fly
Accomplishing a heavenly ride
Pictures they took
Perfect for the global Instagram scrapbook
Allowing everyone a peek
Admiring the skyrocketing pecking cheek
Isn’t that sweet?
Reflecting upon the spaceship heat
Duet rekindling a romance
And dance
Expressing galactic vows
Circulating the day end bow
Performing a musical tune
Artemis waltzes around the illuminating moon
Ready to depart
Softening the international diplomatic heart
Exclaiming ‘gee’
Both stating ‘do you love me’
Heading home and everybody will see
Sporting Saturn rings
Showing off souvenir bling
Fore who completed a mission
Proving someone’s scientific vision
Life does exist throughout the stars
And we are proud to know who they are
Babe, I haven't seen you since 1989.
Maybe I'm paranoid
Cuz I'm full of Methane
And the other planets
Think I'm a joke.
Negative 340 degrees Fahrenheit,
Twelve hundred mile and hour winds,
They think I'm out of touch.
Cold, dark, and bitter.
We have 16 hour days.
24 feels excessive.
It takes us 165 Earth years to orbit the sun
What's the big rush?
Look, Babe, I could talk till I'm blue in the face
Due to my methane gas
Absorbing red light
And reflecting blue light,
But I'm exhausted.
So I'll keep this short.
I got 5 rings.
I got 16 moons.
8 of which
I'm still on speaking terms with.
The days are short but the years are long.
I hope you come back soon.
1989 feels like a long time ago.
Your icy, icy baby,
Neptune.
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Space goes on as far as one can see,
dotted with diamond stars and planets.
Space exploration have been going on,
for over the last fifty years.
Earthlings have been trying to find,
life, little green men, knowledge in the cosmos.
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It is now time for the universe to hear,
hear about our story here on Earth.
Earth is a planet that is not perfect,
yet a great place to live.
Many wonderful climates to choose from,
with deep blue water to sail or swim in.
A land with tall reaching mountains,
to the vast deserts of hot sand.
Our amazing food is different in each country,
sample many to find the ones you like best.
Then wash it down with one of our many drinks,
from coffee to tea to beer to fresh juice or milk.
Now that your tummy is full,
find a shady beach spot for a nap.
If you decide to go back home,
go in peace from earth to your planet.
Here is to September 5, 2027,
the 50th anniversary of the Golden Record launch.
Buoyant ly they dance, orbs of shimmering ice
The gravity is strong deep in space, void of light
But if you never saw them dance, did they ever dance at all?
Yae, they did oh so elegant at the interplanetary ball
‘‘Twas only those two despite the giants all around
Through massive forces pulling
They could not be brought aground
“Just one more tender kiss, my love, before we leave this place
Before we drift apart forever into long forgotten space”
Gravity had pulled them close and briefly there they stood
A kiss they shared, a fond embrace, but neither was prepared
For within that kiss so shortly met
Was pieces of their core
Their gravity and poles aligned, made one forevermore.
Still they dance in perfect time through millennia and age
The stars and all the nebula now
Acting as a stage
The giants, still they lurk
But they still cannot match their gait
So it’s still just the two of them
Staring lovingly at their mate
(P)lanets will align tomorrow night
(L)ighting up a sight to see
(A)dorning the sky with a path
(N)ight will bring a rare moment to be
(E)ach of the 6 planets will be in a row
(T)o observe and to follow along
(S)erenades from beauty heard below
Heidi Sands
2/28/26
(C)opyright
A Martian ordered some Venetian blinds
A Venetian ordered the Martian kind
The Martian installed a few
The Venetian's lawyer sued
The Martian's did too ~ Lawyers' peace of mind
The rings of Saturn are empty.
They smell burning.
Moons which circle planets which are otherworldly.
We forget about them, sometimes.
Venus is catching on fire.
Mercury is always being silly.
Neptune is worried.
Moons laughing about being moons.
The rings of Saturn are tilted weirdly.
No one says anything.
I bet it smells like coffee.
Somewhere in space.
Somewhere in space.
Comets live.
Planets have names.
We think it’s up to us.
Pluto.
Seems lonely but,
Has five moons.
When we think he’s too small to have any.
Looking out my back door as the day slowly dies
the sun bleeding colours across the endless skies
of all the hopes I ever had
I never knew would come through
I was hoping for something would show me what to do
watching from my window the night was on the rise
the moon spreading silver above the cloudy skies
of all the dreams I ever had
I never thought would come true
I was dreaming of someone would tell me what to do
hold on to your dreams
(the planets and stars)
and you can fly to the Moon, Venus, Jupiter and Mars
followed my heart wandered into the night
with a case full of hopes wishes and desires
down the path less traveled 'twas a starry sight
and there at the beach I understood
I could be whatever I wanted to be
if I held on to my dreams
and remained true to me
As their twinkle
(starshine)
takes time travel from the past
and light years
(90 billion)
to arrive across a void so vast
altho' we've been to the Moon
(and back)
Venus Jupiter and Mars
how can our future lie
not here and now on Earth
but in the planets and the stars?
i hate the saying
i met you at the wrong time
or
we met at a strange time
because
when isn't a strange time?
we're on a planet
perfectly aligned for us
so i think every second
on this planet
is a strange time
Dip 'em in caramelized honey or gummies
Without it, they taste kinda funny and runny
A Carnivale only for bobblehead gods
A barrel of laughs for the rest of us clods
That are blubbering bobbling bobbers bobbing
For corn-on-the-cob
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