"kepler" poems
as month July
crossed Avenue T. Vladimirescu
on a bicycle
in Sinaia
Denebola
in a red
cloak cross-legged sitting
over Revolution
was teaching History
to the cherries
Leyla, a midwife from Damietta
refers to the Kepler Laws :
with Fullmoon uncompromising
I do not recognize the midday crossing
of the Sun
its True Heading
the height of the stars
today 07.11.1980
right from within female Danube's womb
I bare
the smile and the eyes
of cupid .
George Vlachos
Translation : Christos Rodoullas Tsiailis
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
Engineering to the Bridge:
"Time passed, but without us. A bit like Kepler's third, I suppose."
Express your "law" another way. Throw rocks at the moon. Stone the satellite because of your own despicable sins.
I see demise in your face. There's something strange about the through lines of your crew, the yellow journalism of their spacewalk.
Posters of the wild frontier, staggered and torn, said nothing will go wrong. That sometimes death is merely the devil changing colors.
"I think not, Captain. You laugh when you should cry. You tear to pieces the pictures of the overtaken. You run from the lie detectors. Otherwise, your narrative falls apart and all you're left with is your withered mind funneling down a ****** abyss..."
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 5:44 PM UTC
Rain falls on the windscreen
in shades of grey brown and fogged-up blue,
car become boat in the rain-clogged road
floating away like in a Monet,
into the evening mess.
Frayed nerves, rules break, as dangers lurk.
The wiper slow tells its tale own.
Irrelevant discourse, irreverent songs,
the FM trend for DJ fame.
And we have two 'rivers' in our city,
swelling in refuse, bolstered by the rain;
And we have two beaches in our city,
soak in the surf, if you can ignore the rubble;
And we have many parks in our city
where litter garlands our heroes daily;
The last patch of green, cramped between
rising heights all around, accursed of
dump and construction junk,
steals a dying look at the moon late.
A walk in the woods, by the mist, by late evening.
A stroll, warm, through a field covered in snow.
Nice paintings on my concrete wall.
I'm told, the money plant is good for one's health.
Trees, a luxury for our wealth.
These are all good developments.
Hyper malls round the corner.
Home prices, soaring to Kepler.
Please pour in more investment into my country.
Guaranteed, riches grow in multiplication.
The markets are all about manipulation.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
for Dr. Ursula Goodenougth
To better view the fairest the stars of
Genesis, Keats or Kepler,
the priests of vertical transcendence
built towers over clouds -
beyond the touch of worldly toil.
Standing below in soiled boots,
newer prophets citing
the universal brotherhood of
mitosis, chromosomes and DNA,
urge a new transcendence
spread on a horizontal plain
where bridges are preferred to ladders.
Muffled distant drums,
beating somber warnings
of poisoned waters and global heat,
summon us down
from our lofty towers of denial.
Murmuring rhythms of forests and streams
and all species of flora and fauna
line out the same life beats
as the engines in our chests.
The God without is the God within -
nestled within our nuclei.
With global death within the grasp
of our reckless finger tips,
and bullet fever
infesting our earthly villages,
are we ready yet
to yield a measure of our trust
to the healing power
of horizontal transcendence?
May, 2007
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
Stardust complexities
s
h
i
m
m
e
r
out in golden blue.
The exacting clockwork of the cosmos ticks
ponderously
in Kepler seconds.
Chronology here is kept by
the
pendulous
sway
of
planets.
Aeons as minutes.
We are just dust
on the gears.
Galactic flecks,
swept up
in the filigree pirouette of an
astronomical timepiece.
Here, but not here.
Q .
. U
A .
. N
T .
. U
M .
and fleeting.
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC
I set you on fire
suddenly
its my fault
your flesh flakes off in
withering embers
you are
an effigy of a supernova
cartilage between ribs sets off
like firecrackers
I become the acrid scent of pretend
i am
dissipating smoke and sweat and
gone.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
Our destination is not northbound, as we hasten through those dreary woodlands where teardrops explode like incendiary regrets into deep puddles of misplaced trust and the awareness of lost opportunity.
You presume to be a pupil of the teachings of Horus.
I can see those excavations within the darkened cavities of your eyes.
The evidence of hieroglyphic ambiguity has unfolded her rich deposit of convenient and tidal avoidance.
Therefore, let us swim to Kepler and ride those sonic ripples beyond the unraveled and ancient texts of Nekhen.
The harlot has spread her wings, and the nerves twitch inside our optic vulnerability at the power of her seductive prowess.
As it is possible to have sight without vision, I express my animistic gratitude to the cosmos, where detachment from the socket of Atum is connection to infinity.
The writing is on the wall.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
I gave Her a star
my Valentine
my Forever Valentine
designation K.I.C.-
ten-thirteen
now bears Her name
a Kepler star
a binary star
so
truthfully
two stars
locked Together
Forever
each attracted to
and repelled by
the other's force
of Gravity
Two immense
uncontrolled
Nuclear Explosions
so gigantic
so astronomically enormous
that their own weight
holds them in place
and keeps them from growing
any larger
Chaos poised
in perfect Balance
these two fireballs
right now
are spinning around each other
in the cold vacuum of deep
extrastellar space
each throwing off enough Heat
and Light
to brighten and warm
a dozen worlds
they spin around each other
Burning
locked together
Dancing
through the void
They have been dancing for
a billion years
and they will keep dancing
for a billion more
They will still be dancing
and burning
together
lighting the dark
long after Our World
has turned to dust
and blown away
and there is no one left
to remember them
But for now
we call them by Her names
And it's not enough
it will never be enough
there's so much more I could do
so much more I must do
But for now
I call them by Her names
so we can look up at night
and see ourselves there
on fire in the void
dancing forever
And so I call them by Her names
my Valentine
my Forever Valentine
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 4:40 PM UTC
Yes I'll tell
I know exactly what you're secret s
You're all aliens from Kepler 22-B
You interfere with the Earth
Yeah I know I know
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 2:05 AM UTC
A pain gnaws him as he looks out to the falling day.
On this land of dimmer glow and vaster stretch
stings him the thought
separation could be such unimaginably painful!
From the beginning he had dreamed a resemblance
had hoped for it
between this world and his
but his wildly scanning senses
keep bouncing on a dead wall!
He remembers how he missed home
from a few scores of miles
and when younger
even five hundred yards from mom
was enough for tears...
Here he’s away five hundred light years!
The night dawns with the blue moon sphere.
He has to live from now on
his worst nightmare!
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
Kepler seemed to get it,
the closer you are
the faster you go
towards
being further
(far...)
and
further
moving (...slowly)
slow
and
slower
away from (your focus)
your shining star.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 2:19 AM UTC
All over the stars She said,
Across the milky way,
And along kepler's bend,
Not as men or women, but as fae.
I'll hold your hand,
And I'll take your carcass,
And I'll strew it across orion's land.
Till no one else loves you, till your blood marks less.
Upon the Nebulae,
Your mind will be wrote,
On the lines of each and every lie,
You told me, and I coat.
You'll sing for me no longer,
Nay I'll have your very throat,
Stranger still you'll remember,
The love you broke.
I looked at her, I smiled.
A heart on her breast,
And all to see.
But still she's my goddess.
Even if I'm now,
nothing but dust.
Religion sickening.
A death at her church,
Her jesus, unblinking.
Her love, her lust,
Long gone.
Now unto someone else's
Milky way dream.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC
You don't deserve what you abide
It's so dangerous to play with your words, remember when
The moon grew older than our others
In the corner Kepler scratching his head
To see the moon sulking, singing
"I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour"
May 22, 2023
May 22, 2023 at 7:53 AM UTC
Love wins?
No, man.
Love IS.
draw a line
divide until you can't no more
realize
its all one big
firmament of a world
but we have to fight
survive
it's fitting
and kind
to do so, they say
so they say
they say so many different ways
so that we don't catch on
speak only hearsay
until the day
we die
and our estate
is taxed back
to Washington
rolling in pennies and lying,
with ******* and dimes
"Oh you're mad,
you cute little Jesus you,
go get your whip
let's see what you can do.
Jesus didn't DO
anything
he lived and died
and metaphorized
his life
in a way
we could recognize
because we only live
in a land of metaphor
totally divorced
from the times
Get with it, kid.
And Siddhartha
and Allah
and all the other pristine figurines
said
"Y'all are doing it wrong"
Of course we are,
spinal tapped out the moment we left
so far east of Eden,
we're chasing the sunset
It'll come
we'll blast off to ride chariots towards all the fun
maybe philosophize with Aristotle
on Kepler 281
-c
So stop with the pain,
stop pushing the wheel
stop teasing your souls
with vengeance and zeal
just be,
be free,
be unshackled of soul
let yourself go,
that's all Buddha told
and Christ,
and Allah,
and Laozi
more
You hate it here?
Grab a gun.
Blow out the floor
Or the roof of your mouth,
End it quick, without pain
watch from the heavens
as your crimson life drains
I've seen it once,
I've seen it a thousand times before
And it just keeps rolling,
Keeps moving onward
A drop in a bucket,
a drip in a sink
swirling and *******
a vortex of dreams
deep down the end
that swirling stream of
tunnel
Where do we go?
Why spare the trouble?
Perhaps something
amazing
toiled and fizzled
for 13.8 billion years
to hear you whine and drivel!
It's okay.
Breathe in, out, back in
if I have to,
I'd recommend
you read this again.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC
Astronomers have found what appears to be a planet
One thousand four hundred light years away
Called Kepler 452b.
What incredible news to convey!
If the universe has one hundred billion
Galaxies--give or take a few--
Then astronomers' dreams of encountering other
Living beings just might come true.
With a possible seventy trillion stars,
It's very likely we're not alone.
More than a few of these solar systems
Could have what is called a "habitable zone."
The orbit of Kepler 452b
Makes a 385-day year
As it circles a G2-type star--
One that's like our own solar sphere.
The newly discovered planet--it appears--
Is sixty percent larger than Earth
And was formed 1.5 billion
Years before our planet's birth.
If we determine it can't sustain
Life as we know it, chances are
There are other possible planet
Candidates circling another star.
What could the other life forms look like?
The creatures from ALIEN, STAR WARS, E.T.?
Are they beyond our imagination,
Or do they resemble you and me?
Some say be careful what you ask for;
Other life forms might hurt or annoy us.
Or even more frightful than that,
Other life forms could simply destroy us.
That's scary! But consider mankind's destruction
Of our planet Earth, and it's just getting worse.
It might be refreshing to know there's intelligent
Life somewhere in this universe.
- by Bob B
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
The moon is 238,900 miles away,
I didn't even know that,
I guess you really do learn something new every day.
But if she loves me to the moon and back,
I love her all the way out to Kepler-438b,
640 light-years from today,
Guess you learned something new too, aye!
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 8:51 PM UTC
Let us remember Aristillus & Timocharis,
Like Halley & Galileo.
Of Zhang Heng & Dao Lee,
Like Newton & Max Born.
Of Werner & Yermolyeva,
Like Curie & Oppenheimer.
Of Paracelus & Fredrick Banting,
Like Tesla & Pythagoras.
Of Richard Feynman & André Ampère,
Like Michael Faraday & Benjamin Franklin.
Of Payne-Gaposchkin & Joseph Swan,
Like Ignacy Łukasiewicz & Kikunae Ikeda.
Of Takamine Jōkichi & Berners-Lee,
Like Robert Hooke & Gutenberg.
Of Talos Attalus & Perrilus,
Like William Bullock & Franz Reichelt.
Of Abū Bakr al-Rāzī & Ibn al-Haytham,
Like Archimedes & Johannes Kepler.
Of Aldini & Henry Russell,
Like Edison & Graham Bell.
Of Carl Bosch & Richard Fiedler,
Like Mr. Hyde & Dr. Jekyll.
Of Brokkr & Sindri,
Like Gullinbursti & Hephaestus.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 11:00 AM UTC
I haven't met you yet
but your eyes were so dark, and wild
your thoughts were sparked with fire...
like those of a mystery held inside a child
you uttered something about Kepler
or Shakespeare, perhaps...
I watched your soft lips moving
and, I knew I was in love
that we...
were in love.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
Togses aliens after me
Fly the stars
To planets out of nowhere
They stalk and harrass me
Won't leave me alone
I'll tell everybody where your from
Kepler-22 b is the plan-ets
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 3:00 AM UTC
I look to the stars
God put so very far
I look and wonder
Out There the Martian
Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 8:46 AM UTC
The craters
Of moons
Hope
There is a hole
For me to look
On the other side
Of the sun
The place
Among
The stars
The blue
Place
Among yellow
And orange
The myriad of colours
The colours
Kepler's law
Seems to follow
The randomness
The blue fire
Keeps the stars
And light years
In the colorful distance
Of green of purple
Haze of tempests
Of gases and clouds
Nebulous Nebulae
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 5:36 AM UTC
I want to go to space
Kepler 22b only stars of plan-ets
Find my friends
The aliens.....
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 4:11 PM UTC
I am from Kepler
I look to the Stars
Only where am I from
The stars and worlds
Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 8:44 AM UTC
Yes,
we
are so young
compared to the
Earth. And Earth
is still a
child.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC