Poetry
My personal poems and works by favorite authors.
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Evolving
I hate it when people say they don’t “believe” in evolution, as though evolution was a silly suggestion and not a law of nature. The path that evolution has taken us is to one of being able to comprehend this vast and awesome cosmos without resorting to fairy stories or magic books. The world is…
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Never Knowing
The thoughts that linger of time and space, about a light bringer about an unreal place, of souls and angels of words and phrases, painful wrangles, orbits out of phases. Hopes for greater hope, hope for life eternal, grabbing hold of a slippery rope, down to fire infernal, sliding down into a well built inside…
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Billy Pilgrim
The city is a riot of color. The stones speak as loud as human voices, the angled streets and the sideways glances of the citizens walking the pavement stones, set to music the standards of ancients; whose strong arms and hands placed one on top of the other each of these piles of masonry…
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On the Sly
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog, independent of the nature of dogs for the fox does not want to engage and the dog naturally does not want to be engaged but the system tells it how it is. The space between the two is intricate webbing of atoms and diatoms, of carbon…
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Red Light
I was thinking on something Carl Sagan said about the last perfect day on Earth. One day, in the far future, the sun will one day change from the happy main sequence star we know, to a bloated red giant—many times its original size, engulfing the entire inner solar system. We are standing on…
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29,028 Feet, 1953
I The mountain stands taller than any part of the sky, the air so thin, two men so high. It’s there for the taking, it’s there for the eye to eat, it’s there like wildfire made of ice for the heartbeat and there is nothing more that can be made of it, excepting death and…
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DOS it
The hum of the fan echoes throughout the room, the soft grinding of the disks reading bytes off platters; the green phosphorescence of the monitor shows some blocky bits of image data and allows the user to see proof that the electricity he’s Using isn’t wasted. One day, some day I’ll use one of these…
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Avalon
The man moves through traffic floating, seemingly apart from the stream. Around, so many stand and watch. All colors, all genders, hazy like a dream. He recognizes a few faces, some from his preexisting life, each a connective link, like the woman sitting next to him, grinning, dressed in pink. He smiles, she waves.…
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Second Sun
This poem is my attempt at understanding… I I have no regrets. I did what I was ordered and I did it right. I have no problem sleeping at night. At no point could we hear any ragged breaths, we saved the east from American deaths. None of our boys would wade into the Rising…
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A Merry Christmas
“Amen.” In their Father’s name the explorer priests broke fast orbiting a long dead stellar mass. The researchers found a hidden cache on a world now turned to ash. Inside were artifacts, artwork and knowledge from alien minds, but minds all the same. They had beauty, they had love. They tried to save some of…
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Star Power
There is a certain moment when our world turns its darkened face to our local star and its light shines upon it, and the small photovores consume its tasty effusion with what can only be joy. The nuclear reactions deep in the heated heart of it explode with beneficence, ensuring that the planetary retinue about…
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On 35 Years of Voyaging…
It is the 35th anniversary of the launch of Voyager 1. I felt that it’s a good time to trot out a poem I have written for this occasion (though it does mention BOTH Voyagers). Enjoy. Taking our first steps away from home seeing just how far we could roam men in ships to our nearest neighbor walking…
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Carl’s Dream
We look to see the small fires in our galaxy around which float pebbles and gas balloons mostly icy rocks and dots festooned- to be able to discern from a distance their construction, we learn that we exist amongst many worlds- billions in just this whirlpool alone. We now see the exciting possibility that the…
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If Only We Had Taller Been…
There is a video circulating from the 1971 conference revolving around Mariner 9’s mission to the Red Planet. I found it while browsing io9.com- it was embedded in an article describing how NASA has named the Curiosity rover’s landing spot “Bradbury Landing.” There gathered in that room are three of the greatest thinkers of any…
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Intro to Greatness
The single theme of life is to continue living. Without the desire, without the voracious need for experience and knowledge, life would not be worth living. There have been great people throughout history who lived-lived lives full of vigor, ideals, and hypnotic paroxysms of creativity. Their minds were rich fields where the grains of genius…
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Ray Bradbury’s Words
I love and miss you Ray…I wish I took the chance to send you this: I’ve walked with you through so many ages, smelled the odors of countless alien winds on a multiplicity of worlds, braved the frights of ghouls and felt summer suns shine on youth benign. Being a child with limited access to…
The Numinous Cosmos 