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Joy to astronomers! Tonight is the planetary parade, A gallant march throughout the sky! Each planet exposed to the naked eye, Except for Uranus and Venus!
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Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 2:18 PM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #148
I may be foulmouthed to the core, let alone when we have our very own \\\\ tête-à-tête / / / / but honey--- I know my heart is genuine.
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Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC
French Poem (?)
They are made of stars. Made of celestial beings, ever-present and never failing to make people gape at them in awe. There’s that unwavering need - itching under my skin - of desire to be selfish. To linger my hands on their flawed, moonlit skin. To be able to cup their heavenly face, to be able to peer into their starry eyes up close; I have never kissed a constellation but I would very much like to. Maybe my love for them is planetary and astronomical and maybe all I can do is orbit around them
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Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 6:34 PM UTC
i am merely consumed by love
[NEW] Scientists know more about the                  moon            than the ocean. [WAXING CRESCENT] Light can only dive 200 meters             down into the ocean.  Below it, the “Midnight Zone” glows in the dark.   (By standing in your shadow, I am hoping to become                                       bioluminescent.) [FIRST QUARTER] Life has a tendency to thrive in hostile environments.                                                                            For this reason, Jupiter’s moon,                                                                          Europa, may be able to support                                                                          life within the global ocean of                                                                          liquid water that is hidden                                                                          beneath the ice at its surface. (This is why I am able to bloom in the dark.) [WAXING GIBBOUS] The ocean bows to no one but the moon.  Turn off the lights.  Turn up the stars.  Low tide wants to fold back inside itself and lap against the                              shores of the Sea of Tranquility.   High tide just wants to be noticed. [FULL] But a heated black body sunspot,                 (isolated from the rest                 of the photosphere), still shines brighter than the moon.  Wolves should be howling at the sun instead.
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
Riptidal Waves
[NEW] Scientists know more about the                  moon            than the ocean. [WAXING CRESCENT] Light can only dive 200 meters             down into the ocean.  Below it, the “Midnight Zone” glows in the dark.   (By standing in your shadow, I am hoping to become                                       bioluminescent.) [FIRST QUARTER] Life has a tendency to thrive in hostile environments.                                                                            For this reason, Jupiter’s moon,                                                                          Europa, may be able to support                                                                          life within the global ocean of                                                                          liquid water that is hidden                                                                          beneath the ice at its surface. (This is why I am able to bloom in the dark.) [WAXING GIBBOUS] The ocean bows to no one but the moon.  Turn off the lights.  Turn up the stars.  Low tide wants to fold back inside itself and lap against the                              shores of the Sea of Tranquility.   High tide just wants to be noticed. [FULL] But a heated black body sunspot,                 (isolated from the rest                 of the photosphere), still shines brighter than the moon.  Wolves should be howling at the sun instead.
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venus morning star lucifer  f a                   l                      l                        i                           n                              g    backwards and forwards in time                                                                                 in rotation                                                                                 in retrograde rotation (“the fall of lucifer” painted darkly against the bright spot in the sky)                                                                                          ((i see myself in the                                                                                              shadows beneath                                                                                        his tumbling figure)) light-bringer dawn-bringer the rising sun in the east a supernova exploding in the background: there are subatomic particles bigger than what i can offer                                                                   there are greenhouse gasses that                                                                   give off more heat than my body                                                       will ever be able to produce for anyone day light night light the setting sun in the west a constellational birth in the foreground: there are not enough moons in the solar system                                                                      there is not enough space                                                       between planetary rings to explain                                                                   gravitation and the human body (aphrodite tell me: is this sin or is this love?)   ((i will dip my toes in sea foam                                                                                              until i deteriorate                                                           i will put my ear against conch shells                                                                        until i can hear your answer)) venus evening star lucifer pouring sulfuric acid into the car vents                                                            the air ducts                                                            the atmosphere it becomes the thick dark clouds that obscure my vision of      myself      from      reality
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
mariner 2
venus morning star lucifer  f a                   l                      l                        i                           n                              g    backwards and forwards in time                                                                                 in rotation                                                                                 in retrograde rotation (“the fall of lucifer” painted darkly against the bright spot in the sky)                                                                                          ((i see myself in the                                                                                              shadows beneath                                                                                        his tumbling figure)) light-bringer dawn-bringer the rising sun in the east a supernova exploding in the background: there are subatomic particles bigger than what i can offer                                                                   there are greenhouse gasses that                                                                   give off more heat than my body                                                       will ever be able to produce for anyone day light night light the setting sun in the west a constellational birth in the foreground: there are not enough moons in the solar system                                                                      there is not enough space                                                       between planetary rings to explain                                                                   gravitation and the human body (aphrodite tell me: is this sin or is this love?)   ((i will dip my toes in sea foam                                                                                              until i deteriorate                                                           i will put my ear against conch shells                                                                        until i can hear your answer)) venus evening star lucifer pouring sulfuric acid into the car vents                                                            the air ducts                                                            the atmosphere it becomes the thick dark clouds that obscure my vision of      myself      from      reality
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Enter—the transitive nightfall of diamonds. There are crop circles dancing in a wave on Neptune, with corn rows gleaming from the man on Mars. Tail feathers toss toward a flute near Venus. Fly me like a rainbow to the nearest star. Sirius B has nothing for me. Anunnaki women want to dig my scene. Don’t take me seriously; I’m bluffing like a rookie with a pair of queens. Moon Unit lands with a Zappa on Pluto. Yoda on Saturn plays steel guitar. Moses rides in on a doggone quasar. Captain Trips sleeps by a medicine jar. Sirius B has something for me. Hot Nibiru babes try to make my dream. Don’t greet me furiously. I’ll drop you like a comet heading to the east. Exit—the transitive nightfall of diamonds.
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
Cosmic Debris