"exoplanets" poems
The greatness of Nature cannot be denied.
Her grandeur is plain for all to see.
Such sheer determination can only be admired.
See that tiny ***** on yonder rock face:
Some miniature plant has taken hold
Where nothing else could live.
We know that Mother Nature rules the Earth.
But what about the stars?
Billions of exoplanets wave at me
In my mind’s eye.
For life right here can thrive in boiling acid
And solid sheets of ice.
What scope for life is there out there,
Amongst the swirling galaxies
And gassy nebulae?
I tell you now:
There’s almost ENDLESS Opportunity
For life to evolve
Around this Universe
Alone.
Yes, she’s much, much more than “Mother Earth”:
More “Mother Multiverse”.
Mother Nature multiplied a million, million times.
Imagine That.
Paul Butters
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
There is no need for all this strife,
All that’s required is Love of Life.
Religions and philosophies all seek Good,
Trying to get us out of this wood.
All you need is Love, The Beatles said,
So let’s put Evil and Hatred to bed.
Christian, Muslim or worshipping Buddha,
Atheist, Humanist, Taoist, Shinto, Hindu, Wiccan or any other,
It doesn’t matter for you are my Brother.
We’re all the same in God’s loving eyes
(Whether you believe or not)
From mighty whales to tiny flies.
Tigers bite and wasps do sting,
But each of them is a black and gold thing.
Life is precious in every form,
We all get beaten by that storm.
Give us a wormhole and we will find
Countless exoplanets that’ll blow your mind.
In the swathe of the universe we are but a speck,
Prepare yourself for an endless Star Trek.
But first we need to put our own Earth right,
And now it’s such a sorry sight.
Having technology is all very well
If all you can make is our version of Hell.
The human mind is far behind I hate to say,
We have to find the Loving Way.
Paul Butters
© PB 25\8\2015.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
This thing we call the universe reaches out
Beyond the beyond.
The sweeping sky seduces our senses
With shimmering stars.
A mere glimpse
At endless heavens.
Swirling galaxy clusters,
Travelling beyond the speed of light.
Like grains of sand on a surf-kissed beach,
These star-packed galaxies fly forth.
Meanwhile, at sub-atomic level,
Exotic particles wink in and out of existence.
Most stars are red dwarves.
Many harbouring exoplanets
In their Goldilocks Zones.
One-eyed worlds with the same side
Always facing the sun.
On such a world there’s no such thing
As a day.
It’s always the same time
If you stay the same place.
Hot day one side,
Frozen night on the other.
A bright side with black plants
Under a rose tinged white sky.
But there are plenty of golden stars
Just like our sun.
Stars surrounded by rocky earths like ours.
Is our Earth unique?
Does it take a planetary collision
To form an Earth and Moon
Supporting life?
Time may tell.
And if we’re lucky,
We might just live to see it.
Did God create this Universe of ours
Or is it all by chance?
Who knows?
Who cares?
Just enjoy.
Paul Butters
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:28 AM UTC
Encounters with Chinese Hermits
The silence of the Tao
Red Pine's Road to Heaven
The Eternal Now
The mystery of the moon
The beauty of her face
Exoplanets spin
Aliens in space?
Chase.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 5:28 PM UTC
Life: "There are days when we are open to beauty."
Some of them are not.
Life is a marvelous
Cat playing with
It's pray.
With us.
Praying.
For us?
Sometimes I love
To be taken
By it's sweet surprises.
Me thinks: "Taboos are there to remain intact!"
Tragically
Obedient
To the law
Of Attraction
We dance as infatuated
Dervishes dressed in trousers
Flowing forth. Toward each other's all pervading
Persistent exoplanets orbiting 'ur private passions: :
Knowing it' self, its potency
Penetrating our thoughts
Mighty male:
"Might
I
Satisfy You?"
I'm such
An obsolete
Amethyst, good for lucky charms and ready made domesticated potions.
Imploded desires rise and fall
Within the invisible canopy
Of our dreams and glances
Watch us!
They rise and fall
Magnetized
Elated Chalices
Rise and fall
Luminated
Fulfiled
Flawless
Unbreakable
Like legends
Love!!
Legends love to be loved
In silence
Of our hearts
Heard and ingrained
Deep within our souls.
In this modest mode I pretend to be
Bemused by little things tossing
And turning me around
Just to forget
your presence
And to remember
Your immortal spirit.
I yearn for you!
Surpressed passion is all I have;
And blue heaven arched upon
Spellbound portals. Sheer
Kan devour my hide in
Seek in the shade.
Moist
Of the first creative act
Blows the raven away
Along scented mahogany
At the modest shelter
Of our habitual insanity of
Sparks and stars
Bursting into
Flames. . .our
Suppressed desires. . .
Merging
~˘
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
So I read the mystics
Learned a thing or two
Transmigration
Kabbalistic Jews
I miss my mom
Live mostly alone
No computer
Little black cell phone
Tired. Tired.
Endless Night.
Exoplanets
Two green lights.
Mr. Spock kite
Dec 12, 2022
Dec 12, 2022 at 7:10 PM UTC
The Jupiter is on the launchpad.
The count down is proceeding smooth.
On board there's a crew of robots;
for Man there is no room.
Yes, those androids look like us;
and, once, there was a time
when human Scientists themselves
designed some android minds.
Now AI has progressed so far
that circumstance demands
that the designers of this crew for space
must have titanium hands.
This crew will never tire.
they need no food to eat.
Radiation that would **** a man
they'll easily defeat.
The distances in space are vast
at even half the speed of light.
This robot crew will long endure
after my last good night.
There are headed for Tau Ceti.
Exoplanets there abound.
They'll transmit their data findings
to those here on the ground.
I worry for Posterity;
Fear clouds my troubled mind.
Once our species were explorers
now we're forever left behind.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC
The Cosmic Dance
Sends me into a trance.
I do love space
It’s really ace.
What more can I say?
I need more pay!
Speckled stars
Form The Milky Way.
Star Trekking I’d love to do.
Talk about a room with a view.
All those planets, all those stars,
From exoplanets to sandy Mars.
Space they call the final frontier,
Others would rather stay right here.
Sunny Earth is the place to be,
Roaming widely, running free.
See those palm trees,
On those shores.
In that soft breeze
The great outdoors.
Grasp the day,
That’s the thing to do.
Make it pay,
It’s down to you.
Paul Butters
© PB 24\10\2017 (poem 2) – First two lines written 1.20 AM in my paper diary.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
crossing the Baltic
young sons sung
exoplanets!
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 11:05 AM UTC
Because there is so much crazy religion
In the United States
You have to make scientific claims
For people to take you seriously
So, if I tell you
I went to Gethsemane Trappist Abbey
When I was a college student
** hum. Who cares?
But if I tell you I wrote a poem like this
Crossing the Baltic
young sons sung
exoplanets!
And mailed it to Our Lady of Guadalupe
Trappist Abbey in Oregon
And then a couple months later
A telescope called Trappist 1
Discovered 7 new exoplanets
That could possibly harbor alien life:
See, you're interested.
Dec 27, 2022
Dec 27, 2022 at 12:05 PM UTC
it’s migrate, mutate, or perish, he said
I plan to proceed before I’m dead
traveling on wherever I’m led
opposites often weirdly wed
starry wonders up above
Exoplanets Appear Ahead!!!
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
I once knew a girl in fifth grade.
I once knew a girl who was lonely.
I once knew a girl who was unfairly treated.
I failed to be her friend.
Fifth grade science projects.
A chatter of excitement throughout the room.
A month’s worth of work and dedication.
Presentation day.
A stream of exoplanets and nebulae, astronauts and rockets.
Do any of you recall?
I recall the girl who got torn down.
Standing at the front, small and frail, nervous already.
She thought she had done enough.
I watched as kind, caring, wonderful people tore down her esteem mercilessly.
Myself included.
Asking questions she couldn’t answer,
Nobody had anything good to say,
But that didn’t stop them from saying bad things.
Without her hearing.
Because she wasn’t enough.
She sat on the bus, alone,
Because she wasn’t enough.
Nobody wanted to help her,
Because she wasn’t enough.
People acting like her existence was a personal insult,
Because she wasn’t enough!
Not a caring smile came her way,
Because she wasn’t enough!!
She had to swim in an ocean of rumors,
Because she wasn’t enough!!!
SHE LEFT AN OPPORTUNITY THAT SHE DESERVED BEHIND,
BECAUSE NOBODY THOUGHT SHE WAS ENOUGH!!!
I once knew a girl in fifth grade.
She’s found a group of caring, wonderful friends.
I wonder if it’s enough?
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 5:17 PM UTC
This is ground control
I sneaked in to give you a call,
it’s been a while and I yet wonder
are you still floating ‘round your tin can?
Since you launched in sixty-nine
not much has changed on planet Earth,
though Voyager one has left the system
recording sounds of Interstellar Space.
Its batteries are running low
but then other probes are on their way
rest assure, they are not searching for you
you’ve been forgotten long ago.
Scientists still question whether
indeed there is life on Mars,
planning missions to get there
we’ll leave in fifteen years or so.
Some are drawing domes forsaking
tragedy, creatively painting our escape.
Mickey Mouse has packed his suitcase,
left Minnie waiting in a bar.
Modern telescopes point to discover
exoplanets not too far, just in case,
some residing habitable zones
orbiting nearby stars.
This is ground control
I hear footsteps in the corridor,
have to run will call you again
until then I’ll keep taking care,
of your Diamond Dogs.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
the future is female, it read
a sign in my hometown
the races mixing and mingling
so the future also is brown
exoplanets above
stars keep swirling around
if aliens also inhabit
future fantastic renown
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC
I quote T.S. Eliot
Saying that true poetry
Can communicate
Before it is understood
She says
It doesn't have to be understood
True poetry
Is a kind of shared privacy
Perhaps. Probably so.
But I still reach out, dear reader.
She once thanked me for reaching out
But then said I romanticized First Love.
Capital letters can be Platonic
The Form of First Love
Exoplanets spin above
My hands, her gloves
Andy Dove
Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 7:34 AM UTC
I scribble about planets strewing from the face
They’re hip-hop graffiti or spiting images of
exo-lifeforms.
Abstract wavelengths circling from heads
canvasing an earth unlike what i’ve
kaleidoscope before
You’ve s e e n it.
The face
The endless kamikaze from exoplanets
swaddling behind bulging eyeballs.
of supernova’s and B-72 solar systems
My birdbrain.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
"It's nice what they did with the front page"
He said and handed me today's paper.
I opened it by my desk at the office...
The cover spoke of a strike by the Union of Independent Pilots
In the Transdimensional Tunnel
Between Earth and several exoplanets.
I laughed and felt the glow in my heart.
As I flipped the page
The paper went on about 136years of successful recycling
And the importance of re-using materials
It would seem that we are running out
In the year 2130, even after all our conquests to 60 other planets
Now fully functioning as a part of the Intergalactic economy.
It spoke of intergalactic love
And meeting a beautiful alien on the train
It spoke of tolerance
And a brighter future
Where we progress and learn from our mistakes.
It spoke of our plans succeeding
And a humanity which prevails
A humanity which thrives.
It spoke of survival and joy
It spoke of every day problems
Which we have come to realise,
Are so typically human
It spoke of how clumsy we are
And how adorable we are that way.
It spoke of acceptance of who we are as a race
And how much we have to offer.
It might aswell have said
I believe in humanity
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
Who cares about the Queen?
So she wears some pretty hats
Exoplanets spin
Americans get fat
Exoplanets spin
Astronomers find water
I have 3 sons
She has 2 daughters
Bangkok has the rains
Reno has the snows
On and on and on an on
On and on it goes
One man Overthrows!
Sep 9, 2022
Sep 9, 2022 at 10:39 AM UTC
I'm kind of a joke
Endless hospitalizations
Trouble taking care of myself
Afraid all the time
I like Eliade
And Encounters with Chinese Hermits
St. Stephansdom Cathedral
Bruno's exoplanets
Star Trek is inspiring
So is the Batman
I spend a lot of time alone
Truly: exoplanets!
It ain't over yet, mom
Please intercede for 3
Please xie xie ni
Please we
Oui.
Aug 20, 2023
Aug 20, 2023 at 11:58 AM UTC
Fly me to the moon
no Buzz or the old Armstrong
E-nano-matrix
"Bezos, Musk" exoplanets
covid injected "Will Tell".
Jun 10, 2022
Jun 10, 2022 at 12:31 PM UTC
Our politics Abysmality
I walk the little way
Red Pine's beauty book
Basketball to play
Will I live in libraries?
Will I callooh! callay!?
Tired. Exoplanets.
Tired. Si xie xie.
Solitude is loneliness
And peace. And dropping slow.
Have not been to Greece
Istanbul in snow!
Know No Golden Fleece
Yoko yo yo yo yo
Sting and the Police
On and on we go
Synchronicity!
Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 10:48 AM UTC