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|•∆•| Specks in the Sun No sleep till Mars Message to solar fibrils Planetary forces Gravitational pull Keplerian orbit Advancing red dot against the black A shift in Saturn Towards discovery Across collapsed rings No sleep ever again |•∆•|
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Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 7:52 PM UTC
Voyager Crossing Kepler
Words by Elizabeth Hensley To The Tune of Voyager's Theme Song Space is vast... Praise the Lord! The Lord of Hosts! Come with us! Come with us! Come with us! Come with us! Come with us! Come with us through the majesty of Space We're triumphant now! And we're free, Of Prejudice and gravity! Higher and farther, and farther and higher! Higher and farther and farther still! Oh... Through the vast, eternal realms of Space We're triumphant now! Triumphant now! And free! Let's soar ....Free Ohhhhhhhh Come let’s go see what's there!
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Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 10:48 AM UTC
Voyagers Song A Fannish Filk Song
Who wants to have success? I want anonymity I don’t deserve identity Not sure of my proximity Darkness is our imagery Dark like our duality Fittingly in our tranquility There’s no hotel or casino Who wants to be an anemone Living in the sea Being pretty and predatory But I’m searching for space to grieve Over my own wickedness believe If I could just rest on the constellation Libra I’d do it in a whimper enjoying her I just scratched a love note on Voyager. The Bard gets fidgety When he’s out of whiskey No girls to get frisky My words a bit risky Wish I was tipsy Maybe get a bit crispy When my nifty fingers Linger too long in the stars Deep space flight Where it feels like night So far away from life Only specks of light Splashing in your eyes Deep space flight Where it feels like night So far away from life Far away from light You’d not believe your eyes You’d not believe your eyes! One light year Is a very long distance Far away from existence Why am I always running away? One light year I’d love a light beer Coors or Bud Light yeah It’s ‘cause you’re too afraid to say You’re a coward Your milky ways soured You’ve got no power That’s why you need me Lord of the words Prince of the verse In your ears like a canard Yeah me the Bard. You know I’ll carve Words of love onto the probe I’d rather you starve Than write a sonnet so blue Leave me alone Bard I was alright without you I want anonymity I don’t deserve identity Not sure of my proximity Darkness is our imagery Fittingly in our tranquility Im fed up of duality.
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Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 8:55 AM UTC
Voyager 1
Who wants to have success? I want anonymity I don’t deserve identity Not sure of my proximity Darkness is our imagery Dark like our duality Fittingly in our tranquility There’s no hotel or casino Who wants to be an anemone Living in the sea Being pretty and predatory But I’m searching for space to grieve Over my own wickedness believe If I could just rest on the constellation Libra I’d do it in a whimper enjoying her I just scratched a love note on Voyager. The Bard gets fidgety When he’s out of whiskey No girls to get frisky My words a bit risky Wish I was tipsy Maybe get a bit crispy When my nifty fingers Linger too long in the stars Deep space flight Where it feels like night So far away from life Only specks of light Splashing in your eyes Deep space flight Where it feels like night So far away from life Far away from light You’d not believe your eyes You’d not believe your eyes! One light year Is a very long distance Far away from existence Why am I always running away? One light year I’d love a light beer Coors or Bud Light yeah It’s ‘cause you’re too afraid to say You’re a coward Your milky ways soured You’ve got no power That’s why you need me Lord of the words Prince of the verse In your ears like a canard Yeah me the Bard. You know I’ll carve Words of love onto the probe I’d rather you starve Than write a sonnet so blue Leave me alone Bard I was alright without you I want anonymity I don’t deserve identity Not sure of my proximity Darkness is our imagery Fittingly in our tranquility Im fed up of duality.
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He sails in his day dreams as the foaming crest crashes stars on the shore of his mind, whilst resting his gaze upon the lanterns of the night sky that are brightly akin to the songs untold by his lips, the quivering murmurs in the cosmos are in motion with poetry, thoughts, jazz and coffee, in the place of his solace, darkness is only the prelude to the arrival of the rising sun on the roses softer than velvet and the voyager.
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Jun 27, 2024
Jun 27, 2024 at 7:50 PM UTC
The Voyager
Aircraft blazin' fuel Aboon, "done-with's" grave floods sight, A calm midnight rain, The mind racing. Why Must the nurtured be blind eye Wilie McTell? Pain. The mind racing, on A smile, Lonesome star in opaque Darkness, Freedom From label. Freedom From responsibility. Freedom from action,                                       Is this noble,                          Or a jester's play in chess? Oh, must I turn my fist to face aloft, Straighten my clenched fingers, present you Burning embers of admiration, that for so long Have been stitched into my palm, Gifted from a passive voyager afar, Weary, to announce affection, For a grasp can only                          Last as long as                                               Two hands want to clasp.                                                                                What is on your mind?                                                 Aircraft blazin' fuel                                                 Aboon, "done-with's" grave floods sight,                                                 A calm midnight rain.                                                A chance to breathe.                                                Be my Sheppard.                                                Lead                                                Me to pastures of serenity                                                To graze in, until my eternal slumber.                          That's where I want to be.
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Sep 20, 2023
Sep 20, 2023 at 12:22 AM UTC
An Excerpt from The Journal of a Passive Voyager
Aircraft blazin' fuel Aboon, "done-with's" grave floods sight, A calm midnight rain, The mind racing. Why Must the nurtured be blind eye Wilie McTell? Pain. The mind racing, on A smile, Lonesome star in opaque Darkness, Freedom From label. Freedom From responsibility. Freedom from action,                                       Is this noble,                          Or a jester's play in chess? Oh, must I turn my fist to face aloft, Straighten my clenched fingers, present you Burning embers of admiration, that for so long Have been stitched into my palm, Gifted from a passive voyager afar, Weary, to announce affection, For a grasp can only                          Last as long as                                               Two hands want to clasp.                                                                                What is on your mind?                                                 Aircraft blazin' fuel                                                 Aboon, "done-with's" grave floods sight,                                                 A calm midnight rain.                                                A chance to breathe.                                                Be my Sheppard.                                                Lead                                                Me to pastures of serenity                                                To graze in, until my eternal slumber.                          That's where I want to be.
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Bitcoin’s easy if you try So simple now - I’ll tell you why It’s not complex - oh contraire You can buy it anywhere Cash App makes it really slick And others too - just take your pick Venmo’s fast, try both - compare You can buy it anywhere PayPal offers Bitcoin buys Get some while you order fries Buy on Coinbase from your chair You can buy it anywhere Use Voyager - or Gemini Buy it low or buy it high So many options, I declare You can buy it anywhere Use Crypto.com, or FTX Buying bitcoin is better than… a kiss Do it quietly, or with fanfare Just buy your bitcoin anywhere Binance, Celsius, or just use Strike Buy bitcoin (safely) on your bike Think for yourself, and stay aware You can buy bitcoin anywhere
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May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 11:19 AM UTC
You Can Buy It Anywhere (Bitcoin Poem 017)
Trying to learn, while I learn to fail Not to be fixated now that I have set the sail Towards a wiser me, maybe a brighter me Decided to travel through the travesties, Only to enlighten me. All I was hoping for was an illusion, Was it an illusion of my creation? Maybe nothing but just a delusion, Maybe I'll get through it, hoping for an end Never realized how I was missing the point, When I let my laughter suspend. They say it is all about the journey and not the destination, I always figured they didn't understand my situation What's the worse that can happen, they ask Well, I may come short of the handed task. Is it all in the process, I wonder Is pondering about the end game always a blunder Weren't we all meant to get somewhere, achieve our goals? Or are we always trying to fill a hole, A hole without which we can't be whole, A part of us, this hole so wide, It can make you do the unthinkable, A hole of the unknown in our very own little fable. I'm always at war to figure out the answer, Maybe the quest in itself is a paradox, Maybe I'd be better off figuring out the way To love the journey and finally think outside the box. The answer had always been in front of my eyes, I couldn't unwrap myself from all the lies The untold truth of what we were supposed to be, Not finding the hidden treasure but being the voyagers of the sea, For the treasure is what you see, When you become better than what you were meant to be. Just a little older, just a little wiser Now understanding that I was always a miser Holding onto my darkness and never letting go, Now I'm making memories that I can never blow. The destination had always been on my mind, Always right in front of my eyes, I was clouded, I was stranded The rewards always seemed nice But walking when I was supposed to run Made me comprehend that the journey is what is fun!
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Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC
The Journey
Trying to learn, while I learn to fail Not to be fixated now that I have set the sail Towards a wiser me, maybe a brighter me Decided to travel through the travesties, Only to enlighten me. All I was hoping for was an illusion, Was it an illusion of my creation? Maybe nothing but just a delusion, Maybe I'll get through it, hoping for an end Never realized how I was missing the point, When I let my laughter suspend. They say it is all about the journey and not the destination, I always figured they didn't understand my situation What's the worse that can happen, they ask Well, I may come short of the handed task. Is it all in the process, I wonder Is pondering about the end game always a blunder Weren't we all meant to get somewhere, achieve our goals? Or are we always trying to fill a hole, A hole without which we can't be whole, A part of us, this hole so wide, It can make you do the unthinkable, A hole of the unknown in our very own little fable. I'm always at war to figure out the answer, Maybe the quest in itself is a paradox, Maybe I'd be better off figuring out the way To love the journey and finally think outside the box. The answer had always been in front of my eyes, I couldn't unwrap myself from all the lies The untold truth of what we were supposed to be, Not finding the hidden treasure but being the voyagers of the sea, For the treasure is what you see, When you become better than what you were meant to be. Just a little older, just a little wiser Now understanding that I was always a miser Holding onto my darkness and never letting go, Now I'm making memories that I can never blow. The destination had always been on my mind, Always right in front of my eyes, I was clouded, I was stranded The rewards always seemed nice But walking when I was supposed to run Made me comprehend that the journey is what is fun!
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We watch from space Safe in our spaceship As a small rock planet, That has orbited it’s star Over seven and a half billion times – All those billions of its years – Is peeled away And eaten By that very sun That gave it birth. Two and a half billion years before, This star ran dry of hydrogen And grew From yellow dwarf to red giant. Now, nothing is left of three of its worlds, All engulfed by flame As the sun grew Into a giant ball of death. All history is gone. Nothing to show For countless civilisations That adorned the third planet. But oh what’s this? We spot a tiny spacecraft! Must reel it in. Examine it. It has a name: “Voyager 1” Inside: a Golden Disc! A Golden Record. We can play it. Images of hairless bipeds. Ancestors from that third planet. Sounds of animals and someone laughing. Images of bipeds taking sustenance. And best of all More sounds Of something called “Rock Music”: A being called “Chuck Berry” “Singing a song” called “Johnny B. Goode”. For we have feet too And it makes them tap. Paul Butters © PB 12\12\2019.
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Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 2:02 PM UTC
Remnant
I am a traveler ; traveling the galaxies. I am a voyager ; voyaging a million miles to you. I am a traveler ; traveling the impossibilities. I am a voyager ; voyaging the unbearable journey of loving me too.
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 9:02 AM UTC
Voyager
The earth is shaking and fire everywhere the wind sounds like a trumpet in the air words from the mountain ablaze in the stone now lay in pieces with rubble and bone forever adrift in the veiled black space the golden record whats left of this place
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Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
Earth's Heirloom
we all fear relationship, a sunken feeling, when attachment weighs you down. you fear it would not sail, with the anchors of past memories holding this journey. when it does sail one day, I want to sing to the song of the sea; the sea of love. with a voyager who knows how to navigate my rocky emotions; waves of anxiety and leads me to where our future lies.
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May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
when it sails one day [relationship]
The afternoon heat hung like a rising fever. The old iron gates of the school yard wait to swing. My feet planted near the outskirts. Sweeping the sticky hair from my face, alone I wait. Chocolate melted in my pocket. Minutes turn to hours. A gallery of photographs has passed me by. Panic snickers, searching for your face. The waiting, the patience, feeling more like a punch, than a verb. The chocolate now a sticky ink, staining my pants. I feel a voyager aboard a lost ship, floating, hoping for shore. Sudden without warning, you grace my sight, slow motion, near the gate door. In one swing, you're here. The wait long forgot, hung on your beautiful stare.
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
Waiting with chocolate in my pocket
Through the sea of flames I pursue to fulfill this shadow quest of mine, governing my ark recklessly against the winds of mauling doubts, toward you.
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May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC
Fool The Voyager
My mind, an ocean of thoughts You, a voyager, courageous and patient
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC
Untitled
particles, surging in bubbles in a great barrier between the space we know and what we know only to call space The faint whispers of humanity cannot be heard from here not even the light of the only star we know the sun we love can be seen the voyager continues on its collision course with mystery and unknown and breaks through the barrier because it cannot divert and enters deep space
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
Heliosheath