#ursa - Hello Poetry

Ignore the political instance, just seem being as awesome science since ever came to seem peaceably isotropic and homogeneous, positive sapient us, e... making peace thinkable, test if I do see we passed Einstein's photon, last year. Poetic efforting, effectually functions as do bearings on axles… operating per operatic magnificence per chance once, worth at looking, opportunity ob portum veniens "coming toward a port," attuned timewise toward pilot signals guiding past shipwrecked pasts, sensing our tether to re- alized time, and chance, sense of safety, soon now, when legislation postulates the worth of a mortal letter reading writing public reserving judgement for what it's worth, public opinion regarding public service, cui bono, watchdog agencies under TRUMP et al, &&& muy bueno "sé" see, hear, yo "sé" nada saber. Es el verbo "saber" whence our old savvy arose, baca voys calling cattle out on L4D land west of Sweetwater Face the Nation, consider a we so vast as us, united states, tied as when oaken keg staves bind the woodsman's axe. Fasces first fruitful known found on morning rounds, fascia(n.) 1560s, from Latin fascia "a band, bandage, swathe, ribbon," derivative of fascis "bundle" symbol of something, I suspect misbelieved, just suppose, I use, privilege I say mine, not thine. Line upon line, at no tension stronger than this breath, at that once, this instance accepting implications of ancient insane beliefs forced into social consciousness deeper than Jung could imagine, having never seen Earth from Saturn, nor gazed through Hubble's Homoginized Ultra Deep Field, and then through to this very edge of light, per se, since we all may translate light as real as novel adventures through such seeing science con carne chilling wiser than everwheneverwaseverwereweso wisdom reigns right to know, first lie legalized religion force feeds, It goes like this, There was a tall oak tree, by a babbling brook, see, and there was one known apple tree, specifically, story wise as if it was not an apple, then what tree was fruiting and feeding little birds those serpents et, ? What, ** Alice, my dear, curioser and curiouser, no se' strait up jotted and tittiled tiled RGB blooms in darker sky did you never ask why justice was conceived as blind, by a broad band ribbon across her all seeing eyes, ah, yes, easy as any theorist allows, wondering if while wishing as if it were once just fine, grind and grind, and finally say, and then they lived happily, precisely ever once big by JWST augmented intelligence eyes wider open Now, what were we thinking, thermonuclear war? No, God, no, we were thinking patience has her perfecting ever since free will, to be or not to be, we do have, we who hold in our mind same yesterdays, same right now, same next, same ever, once, bigger all the time, knowledge expands, and with it, confidence, fret naught, be just for all, live free to speak truth in feelable peaceable thought.

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Feb 18

Feb 18, 2026 at 12:50 PM UTC

kenpepiton

This Habit, Daily Drill

Ignore the political instance, just seem being as awesome science since ever came to seem peaceably isotropic and homogeneous, positive sapient us, e... making peace thinkable, test if I do see we passed Einstein's photon, last year. Poetic efforting, effectually functions as do bearings on axles… operating per operatic magnificence per chance once, worth at looking, opportunity ob portum veniens "coming toward a port," attuned timewise toward pilot signals guiding past shipwrecked pasts, sensing our tether to re- alized time, and chance, sense of safety, soon now, when legislation postulates the worth of a mortal letter reading writing public reserving judgement for what it's worth, public opinion regarding public service, cui bono, watchdog agencies under TRUMP et al, &&& muy bueno "sé" see, hear, yo "sé" nada saber. Es el verbo "saber" whence our old savvy arose, baca voys calling cattle out on L4D land west of Sweetwater Face the Nation, consider a we so vast as us, united states, tied as when oaken keg staves bind the woodsman's axe. Fasces first fruitful known found on morning rounds, fascia(n.) 1560s, from Latin fascia "a band, bandage, swathe, ribbon," derivative of fascis "bundle" symbol of something, I suspect misbelieved, just suppose, I use, privilege I say mine, not thine. Line upon line, at no tension stronger than this breath, at that once, this instance accepting implications of ancient insane beliefs forced into social consciousness deeper than Jung could imagine, having never seen Earth from Saturn, nor gazed through Hubble's Homoginized Ultra Deep Field, and then through to this very edge of light, per se, since we all may translate light as real as novel adventures through such seeing science con carne chilling wiser than everwheneverwaseverwereweso wisdom reigns right to know, first lie legalized religion force feeds, It goes like this, There was a tall oak tree, by a babbling brook, see, and there was one known apple tree, specifically, story wise as if it was not an apple, then what tree was fruiting and feeding little birds those serpents et, ? What, ** Alice, my dear, curioser and curiouser, no se' strait up jotted and tittiled tiled RGB blooms in darker sky did you never ask why justice was conceived as blind, by a broad band ribbon across her all seeing eyes, ah, yes, easy as any theorist allows, wondering if while wishing as if it were once just fine, grind and grind, and finally say, and then they lived happily, precisely ever once big by JWST augmented intelligence eyes wider open Now, what were we thinking, thermonuclear war? No, God, no, we were thinking patience has her perfecting ever since free will, to be or not to be, we do have, we who hold in our mind same yesterdays, same right now, same next, same ever, once, bigger all the time, knowledge expands, and with it, confidence, fret naught, be just for all, live free to speak truth in feelable peaceable thought.

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Heaven's cup that overflows Trickling light into yonder black Traveling the universe Until the seasons brought you back To me, Mine eyes to see The warm and glowing sight; The stars are all a'shine this Eve Your visage, burning bright. My eyes could ne'er tear away, Though other bodies dance; Captivated, I am paused- Intrigued, I am entranced. For Ive counted all the stars above, All friends, I hold them dear; But the silver light that doth delight Only comes when you appear. O Tiny little dipper, Tipping streams that pour- The heavens look so full tonight, But I am counted yours.

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC

chauntelle-laflen

Little Dipper

Heaven's cup that overflows Trickling light into yonder black Traveling the universe Until the seasons brought you back To me, Mine eyes to see The warm and glowing sight; The stars are all a'shine this Eve Your visage, burning bright. My eyes could ne'er tear away, Though other bodies dance; Captivated, I am paused- Intrigued, I am entranced. For Ive counted all the stars above, All friends, I hold them dear; But the silver light that doth delight Only comes when you appear. O Tiny little dipper, Tipping streams that pour- The heavens look so full tonight, But I am counted yours.

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I thought I saw Ursa Minor in Lampe Park last night, but the trees blurred my vision to the point where I couldn't tell whether it was a constellation or a phallus ******* on a posy of roses. Stars don't make sense. If amateur philosophy has taught me anything, it's that they can't be social constructs or a figment of your imagination because they exist. They're dead, but they exist. and they'll be here until all my jokes about cancer or death in general catches up to me.

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Jun 2, 2018

Jun 2, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC

earthmover

ursula miner

I thought I saw Ursa Minor in Lampe Park last night, but the trees blurred my vision to the point where I couldn't tell whether it was a constellation or a phallus ******* on a posy of roses. Stars don't make sense. If amateur philosophy has taught me anything, it's that they can't be social constructs or a figment of your imagination because they exist. They're dead, but they exist. and they'll be here until all my jokes about cancer or death in general catches up to me.

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