Short Satellites Poems
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a voice-mail number
text on my screen
my imagination
parked forever in a dream
satellites scramble
my heated words
as you hit delete
Colors swirling by
in cloudy darkened night sky
meteor shower-
satellites in midnight dance
a universal display.
The atmosphere is being
Battered and bruised
From the constant use of
Space satellites and ships
With their rocket fuel
That’s being release
The atmosphere is being
Battered and bruised
From the constant use of
Space satellites and ships
With their rocket fuel
That’s being release
I
The stars hide time
Having sent their light years
Before red dwarfs
II
If I am the void between
stars, satellites, galaxies
I'm the canvas the Universe needs
meteors
shooting stars
the Pleiades
Orion's Belt
the Little Dipper
the Big Dipper
stars
galaxies
the moon
satellites
police helicopters
sirens
a bullhorn
time for breakfast!
Infinity hangs high above me,
And satellites too -
Like the sky of frozen stars
At the end of this long summer
It’ll take me infinity to reach you,
Infinity to stop wanting,
And I just can’t
Form:
Put the rifle back
in that shattered bag,
don't want to forget
traumas from my hell.
Geysers in my soul
only need to explode,
watch me hike tonight
on my satellites.
Seasons endure and return again
Everending, no surrendering
Awesome they are
Stupendous sights
Outstanding colors
Natures
Satellites
Elegant in style
Natural
Delectable
" Inspired by Marillion "
LEFT ON THE RIGHT HORIZON
Garnet the threshold
Barring the prison vision
Hurled the moon
Satellites launching in my dreams
What's left on the right horizon
10/31/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
Without geography
The USA is this world
Others, mere planets...
Japan is in Russia
Brazil is in China
China is out there in the world...!
Geography is a personal study
of the USA... Others are satellites
Satellites beaming
a million signals at us
our phones understand
sending instructions
on our pending destruction
to our eager hands
with one finger’s touch
we’ll get the answers we need
who sent the signal
When the lights are dim
And the pen runs smooth
I think about sending a thought
High into the atmosphere
Past the cirri and satellites
Toward the edge of everything
I don't expect a response
I just hope I said the right name
Ok heres what we do
Our satellites which map the universe
stream the space pictures to yourchilds computer
for ever stretch ofspace they interpret and report back
what it means on data entry
they get paid
And we get the data.
Sweep, old lady, sweep away
the tin
din
and dust
of the day
breath as the sun sighs and
settles into the
ground
consider the satellites as they
come back
around
gather the children on the
wide fields you have
found
Sleep, old lady, come Monday
and dream
The world has become a
Watch, watch world
Cameras in the streetlights
The workplace, at the Malls
Inside the grocery stores and
Even in your homes thanks to
Smart TV's, smart phones and your home
Security system, satellites spying eyes
Are everywhere invading your
Privacy
Satellites watch time
in ten small bits of binary —
1024 weeks in a cycle
Telstra's flaw reset its clocks
to one cycle long ago,
so July 2026, became Nov 2006
With one swell swoop,
twenty years fell through the internet.
phones searched for now,
got a forlorn Time Lord
instead.
Sunlight dances on our windows.
Fields grow large and vibrant.
Fresh dew highlights every misty morning.
Clear nights are hosted by an ocean of satellites.
Don't lose your breath
Along the silence of an open highway.
This world is seldom perfect.
It is only beautiful if you want it to be.
Satellites triangl'd
cushioning the three
Are you ready to attack
or simply protect?
The answer in heart
of Faith to the
unknown intention
of good
as it should
Could it be the
act of buffering
the gap created
aligning the stars
So long ago fallen?
SATURN IN THE TELESCOPE
Creamy yellow disc and rings
Satellites like tiny brothers
Music of the spheres she brings
To Titan, Rhea and the others.
Moving slowly, orbit defined
Her face obscures the stars behind
What strikes me then is not the science
But the blackness and the silence
If you go to the store
Most places say to pay by card
Because the government is
Trying to do away with cash
And paper, think about it
If one day something happens
To the satellites, how will you be able to
Get your money, pay your bills
Buy food, just survive because
It would shut the whole country down
So how would you live
M-oon and sun both glow
I-n opposite time of the day;
C-omforting the forlorn sorrow,
H-aving brightened the gray.
E-ach sea tide gets high or low,
L-ight and warmth always stay;
L-ife's satellites won't be gone,
E-njoy the glint of moon and sun.
Topic: Birthday of Michelle T. Trinidad (March 28)
Form: Acrostic Ottava Rima
I was listening to the Angels they've been broadcasted on Satellite
All sounds surround me now
close the curtains
Shut out the light
Take the darkness that I breathe out of me
Screams out into the night
I can't sleep till the sun rises
Collapsing after running for my life
The things that haunt me can never be brought to the surface
Dove off the ledge
unplugged from the socket
that pumped the bloody blood
too stunned when she got it
Ninety-seven stories off
the ledge of her choosing
past planets and satellites
free falling
and cruising
Dead zone promised
quietude with silk grass
ground zero approaching
too late recognized
– the bent hand of the past
On the edge of the universe that’s rapidly expanding
I see it all
Nebulas form
Black holes consume
I see angels fall
Oceans violently crash
Satellites orbit
A yellow dwarf gamma ray blast
Energy incredible
Radiation inevitable
Solar wave’s receivable
Speed of light inconceivable
The universe continues to expand
But one day will snap back like a rubber band
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