Newer, ever-more powerful telescopes
Crystal-clear, precise pixel images
Outer space as never envisioned before
~ And the aliens among us for decades already
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Perfect,
always aligned alphabetically
(even the space between you and me)
is proper
and positioned,
Precisely
Clearly,
clothing is optional
(as continents collide)
It is certain
that,
our connection
is defined as definite
and,
meant to be
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* A simple Scribble *
Souls sweetly Serenade . . .
an attraction always aligned
Navigating is the greatest certainty that we have in life...
living too...
Navigating is necessary;
living, too...
Life is a sea of uncertainties that we are breaking through continually
... There is no safe harbor
in the opened sea,
there is no safety in
to circumvent the storms, but the certainty
that we must endeavor is what makes us navigate... Precise is our necessity...
I need love, precise
I need to love, I don't prescind
love, broad or concise
Up before dawn
On this sixth July morn
My eyes are still firmly closed
I make my way sleepily
To my west facing balcony
Adorned in warm fleecy robe
Gently rubbing the sleep
From my half open eyes
Looking forward to
my morning surprise
Lighting up the sky
She is glistening so brightly
Her celestial beam illuminates
enticingly it's drawing me
along her silvery highway
My soul may walk it one day
Jupiter is gleaming
In the sky to her right
For this celestial pair
Make such a fabulous sight
I’m in love as I swoon
At Jupiter and the Moon
Witnessing their cosmic delight
But tonight very soon
Another treat awaits me
at three fifty four precisely
Arriving west south westerly
silently gliding through the sky
just two fifty miles from you and I
To my delight on this magical night
the International Space Station I will espy
Waving with glee
my soul does a dance
and I wonder perchance
as I gaze from my balcony
are astronauts waving back at me…
Written 6th July 2020
euphoric after my cosmic adventure...
Contest STRAND completely new (6)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
At nine-seventeen PM, precisely
his watch stopped, broken by the impact
not when he fell, but when he landed
and lay there, crumpled on the rocks, dead.
Seconds before he had been laughing
fooling about, posing
for a selfie on the cliff top
using his own camera
held at arm's-length in front of him.
He swung around stepping carefully
between the rocks, trying to get
the mountain behind him in the shot.
Just before nine-seventeen PM
he tripped and fell backwards
over the cliff to his death,
a selfie.
R-ise at precisely twelve noon,
I-t's the right time to soar;
C-limb the highest mountain,
H-ide not your strength and ardor.
I-ntensify at precisely twelve noon, it's the midday of your life;
E-nthusiasm is there to win over the strife.
M-ake it at precisely twelve noon,
A-s shadows starts to unfold;
Y-ou will see the twilight zone, and you begin getting old.
B-e eager while you're still young,
U-sing the light of salvation;
L-et November twenty-first be bright
A-t precisely twelve
N-oon.
Is the logic of a lioness the same as a dogfish? Or a display in a shop window of pretty pink kittens? Very definite is a definition of derived detail. Oh look over there. Quickly. The window in the furniture store has become quite alive. The chair is moving away from the table and the table leg is attempting to snare the chair but it isn't working. Oh such commentary of the wall clock. Standing proudly on the street. Admiring the sun clad people in shirts skirts and shorts. Ready for a little time in the waves. But waves are not wiry nor weaves. And a polish arriving is a main line attempt to break into a glamorous mermaid glass. And so it has a day in the country air to dash up and down. Chasing sticks. Sticks sticking salivating salty sprat of spray. But not in a yawn is a yard and no harsh hound is a hateful hasty hairbrush. But hairbreadth is said to be useful for a comb to attempt keep fit and therefore remain toned. Ha the undertones of an untamed unfathomable unicorn. Ha a beak of a silver cup chatting. Xxxx intoxication z z z z at nineteen peeled grape slices to zero ground driving drips. Z z z z z
My favorite time of the day
Is when the moon hugs the sun
Waiting on the Ice -cream truck to come
Coins "jing-"a"-lingin""'
In my blue jeans
Fitted loosely
When it's not so hot
All you gotta do is run when you need a cool breeze
So happy with soul magic
The little girls are dancing in the street 'cause there is no traffic
Little boys in the grass wrestling
Or trying to see who can run the fastest
Couples holding hands
Taking turns whispering sweet nothings
LOVING OUT LOUD!!!
Today we crown "Joy" as king
As we all drink directly
From the vineyard of kindred spirits
Just like we ought to be
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