Beyond the Curtains of Night, there is No Time in the Ether
so, I pay Homage and take Solace to the Great Master Weaver
Wings Wide like Faravahar, I was Born Bright
Into the Sky, Head High, Full Fravashi Like
turn off the Lights watch the Razzle and Dazzle
To Become, I Ascend Celestial Tabernacles
Star Bound I'm a Star Djedi
Chasing Stars like Israelites,
Chasing Treasures like Ghost Ships wrought by Argonauts
Pulling Swords, I'm a Rolling Stone, Forging Legends like Camelot
Think Not! My Shield Wields Fire like Pendragon
like 7 Rishi Stars, I Journey the Havens like Sagan
it's Astronomical, my Zin is so Uru it's Prophetic
I Part Dross like Moses,
Plant Seeds, within a Fleeting Breeze life is just Star Dust
To Fly I Trust, To Live I Must
tuned in to the High Cypher my mind is Electrified
So Electric like Mozart with the Pen Of Life
Unto The Sun, yes my heart still burns like Saffron
Sway Bright like Luther on the Front Foot,
On The High Road
I Flame Forth Stoic Swords,
To Run With The Wind, To Become, on this Heroic Course
I Am Light Bright like a Wild Horse
We grew up together. You were three doors down.
Ordinary kids, we were, in an ordinary town.
I recall the two of us, gazing at the skies,
trying to find the truth in its starry guise,
but, we couldn't read the stars, whenever we would look,
any more than we, as preschoolers, could read a book.
An ordinary girl, you were - I, an ordinary guy -
just two kids who could never read the sky.
We were separated when we were just sixteen.
Your family moved out of state, no longer to be seen.
I kept trying to learn to read the stars in space,
though, slowly, I forgot your once familiar face.
I turned to the learned men from history,
from Newton to Sagan, but it's still a mystery,
befuddling people since days past and olden.
A song said, "We are stardust. We are golden."
I got the news today. I guess everybody dies.
I recall you, sweet neighbor, and now I realize
the truth was in the twinkle of your starry eyes.
Carl Edward Sagan
who thought he was a pagan
instead of hanging out in bars
he learned to study stars
"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan
Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms,
yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss.
When one confront internal mechanisms,
whatchamacallit ... orphaned hit-or-miss.
A conundrum conspires an endowed soul,
behooves postmortem liken achievement.
Where'er wits helix baptism, buried hole,
an urchin crawlspace, be I foundling sent.
Newborn bid birthright a pardoned envoy,
of mature absence deemed as uncharted.
Internals blueprint designed, bad employ,
indeed, tunnels end--will be lights outed.
Rare conscientiousness temper unknown,
infiltrate hallmark translates as dethrone.
In evermore the star displays
will surely show their stellar days
to planetary dwellers there
whate’er their sentient being flair
or parallels to earthly ways.
Such myriads of beaming rays,
how could they not a welcome gaze
shine down somewhere on living lair
in evermore?
Oh let us life learn how to praise,
as Nature’s artistry portrays,
esteeming all with loving care
while guardians of what we share,
with reverence at every phase
in evermore!
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
“In its encounter with Nature, science invariably elicits a sense of reverence and awe. The very act of understanding is a celebration of joining, merging, even if on a very modest scale, with the magnificence of the Cosmos…”
~ Carl Sagan
Eisenhower was a tower of power
Nixon 'the Quaker Peacemaker' was dour
Reagan had the grace of a Carl Sagan
The Bushes were Christian Episcopalian
How does Trump fit on this list
Methinks he exists to make them pissed
The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark—Carl Sagan
Listen to the demons whispering in your ear
You can’t help her, it painfully repeated
You’re mine they tell me, they can taste my fear
Listen to the demons whispering in your ear
My twisted body cracked and defeated
I can feel my head spinning ‘round depleted
Listen to the demons whispering in your ear
You can’t help her, it painfully repeated
A strange phenomenon washed over me
and drained my mind and body,
suctioned out the breath of my life.
I equate to nothing, nor shall I ever be
an entity that anyone can see.
Not physically or mentally, do I exist,
cruelly erased on the whim of a fantasist.
Of less importance am I than a grain of sand.
Without a mind I'll never understand
what's happened to me, It's a tragedy!
There's nothing left of me to sculpt in effigy.
Who has the power to rescind my energy,
or does it blow upon the wind?
Have others been expunged like me?
Carl Sagan said, "We are but a mote of dust,
suspended in a sunbeam."
Can this be a nightmare within a dream?
Am I a fleck of dust floating in space?
Have I been deleted from the human race?
What I once was, I am no more.
My grieving thoughts echo with wailing ring.
Without a soul my self-control does not exist.
Does that make me a puppet on a cosmic string?
A scheme that's left me in the dark!
Give me light, give me light!
Ignite just one minuscule spark.
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Quote by Carl Sagan
Keola - Acrostic-Fibonacci
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Next
In time,
Voiceless space,
Earthlings order to
Retrieve what they make out like a
Ship, be an upside down apple pie from planetoid
Europa, like a scratch o’er it. Now you must first invent from where are the origins.
2022 January 17
The days pass in a haze of ignorance
Even your closest friend may leave to follow sheep
I could spend years trying to give this topic proper cited coordinates.
But does the new generation know the Dewey decimal system
Or would they look to the sky and a modern carl Sagan to point out the Dewey constellation
In a time of resurgence of things long ago solved
Flat earth , vaccination acceptance for greater good
And a village of idiots instead of a village idiot
The fate of our society seems deserving at times
Tho the reasons are many the foundation is but one truth
That the building blocks of separation, deception, control and acceptance is zoned.
And all I said up until this point with tact and cuth
Is all said in profound depth in the following parable with a empathetic tone:
The problem with the world today
Is there are to many belief based facts
And there are not enough fact based beliefs
Kindly
Shawn Gorsick
“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe." Carl Sagan (1934-1996)
Apple Pies
A welcome task past wayward primes where plucked delights
yon mangoes, guavas, and papayas...
stands a Granny Smith apple tree.
Flour demonstrate a chopping board, rolling pin and
some countertop rests deep dishes packed midst
smooth dough amongst rooted chunks of butter,
few apples blended plus brown sugar, the rest sliced.
What is the stanch embodiment of a well-rounded kitchen's use?
Inventiveness, great apple pie.
2021 February 12
Of starry stuff our lives were made
when supernova cloud cascade
in stellar burst of gases shed
with elements from which we’re bred
evolved to human escapade;
yet nature’s laws must be obeyed
so all that flourishes shall fade
for never-ending cosmic thread
of starry stuff;
mid vast celestial serenade
as music of the spheres portrayed
with majesty the stars o’erspread
create the living from the dead
in metamorphic masquerade
of starry stuff.
~ Harley White
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“Our Sun is a second– or third-generation star. All of the rocky and metallic material we stand on, the iron in our blood, the calcium in our teeth, the carbon in our genes were produced billions of years ago in the interior of a red giant star. We are made of star-stuff.”
~ Carl Sagan, “The Cosmic Connection: An Extraterrestrial Perspective”, 1973
Had a thought a moment ago, just before I broke your aura'd wing,
trapped here, forever, within Audouin's vast crater alone and pining.
Starved for ages, a new gnawing hunger'd vision looked to bring.,
had we met, you and I, before the javelin started skyward climbing?
Though skin is rough and jagged as scoria litter that surrounded,
there beats a heart recognized by all the vanquished ghosts of Mars.
Was this love, don't know..,tho' never felt quite so astounded.
Perhaps startled to realize, it was I..,snared by her eyes in fawning stars.
Pitiful, mortal creatures molded by divine hands such as we,
learn only now, the cosmos proves bearable only through love.
And so I'll starve tonight, and tomorrow, and perhaps forever be.,
though joyous still..,no longer alone, or taunted by constellations above.
At last you take wing again, watch you soar away into the starlit night,
this day found love to save, and let your spirit go in merciful flight.
~~My apologies to Carl Sagan~~
A fan of Carl Sagan since first hearing his name
Impressed from day one, by his personality, his fame
Learned about the Cosmos
Bout the world of tomorrow
Never so enthralled by anyone with such acclaim
This oak tree and me, we’re made of the same stuff.. Carl Sagan
why lean on my
unmoving breast?
breathe my rest...
climb my milieu...
hull me out
an adventure.
soar amidst
the forest of my branches.
i’ve squirmed as you shimmy up
and scream to be rescued.
i’ve dreaded the hearted-blade
score and singe in my bark.
you’ve left your bloody initials,
therefore, you’ve enslaved
yourSELF TO ME
in thorns and lichens.
i wonder when you kiss
off this puppy love
will you restore my health
or leave the scars of the past?
i wait eternally for your return
with roots sopping tears of regret.
perhaps your progeny approaches -
the wind whispers such vespers to me.
i ache ancient rings of arthritis...
crows nibble nebulously i fear...
in the end’s gratitude for sultry sun
and merciful cups of rain.
goodbye my dear. . .
the lightning strikes
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