Invested, unrested, the minutes appear shorter everyday
Infected, unprotected not liking the games they play
Rated, unmotivated everyone seems to know their part
Hated, unrelated figured it all out from the start
Addicted, unlisted in the book of their super-secret code
Inflicted, unpredicted in the amount of everything we're all owed
Elected, unconnected to whom in which he serves
Selected, unrespected without backbone or nerve
bmdavey@07/27/22
PLUTO
The name conjures up a lot
Dopey Disney dog extra to the plot
Forgotten one-time planet of the night
Not a Jupiter giant, gassy bright,
I’m just a small rocky ball
Nowhere near the sun at all
Cold enough to freeze the nose
Off Santa’s Rudolph as he glows
No regular orbit, just a path
Criss crossing others in a swath
So big around the sun
You’ll all be dead and gone
Before you see half my fly-by.
I can’t even be seen by
Anyone lacking a Hubblescope
But having only binoculars and hope;
And now demoted
No matter how long I’ve floated
In space. There are new planetessimals
Of sizes measured in decimals:
It’s like suddenly finding my father
Always had dozens of other sons, my brothers,
And my family status is reduced
By factors newly deduced
I feel unwanted, unrespected,
It’s not at all what I expected
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NOTE A glance at your bedside astronomy almanac will show that
Pluto is no longer counted as “the ninth planet”. A large number
of similar lumps of rock are now known beyond Pluto.
Day to day.
I reflect on what was
The former amusement
On my called, ecstasy.
It was like a goddess of dawn,
Yet a daze of a cautionary tale.
A quaint moment for a reflecting smile,
But the pressure into a tangled maze that leads to nowhere.
A mesmerizing resemblance of paradise,
Yet hollow darkness that had no ending.
Hankering those feelings.
I understand today
That those unrespected hours,
Were all feckless,
And thrown out like a wet dog.
Every sun risen moment.
I became torn between
My longed for fairy tale
And this tale off foolishness
Creating a sense of emptiness, inside.
Day to day.
I reflect on what was
The former heartache
Of my called, momentary insanity.
Emotions, concealed beneath bitter wounds
Cease my desired fairy tale.
Yet, I longed to cross course
But questioned my freedom within.
None could bring about my downhearted brink.
None, but the burden
Who shattered beliefs.
Now, day to day.
I must stop!
For all, has been
Lost, in translation
the taunting tinkle of her laughter
pokes fun at the hushed silence
and drowsy darknesss of the night
as though intended to mock
a long expected, but unrespected,
jealous eavesdropper behind the door
but something in her defiance
soothes and assures him that,
there's no need to worry, it's alright.
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