Different Planets

We hail from different planets in this vast universe
Not speaking of astronomy or anything so diverse
Simply men and women trying to understand
Each other's thoughts and feelings a difficult task at hand
Women try to reason men prefer to walk away
Breakdown in communication the order of the day
So dear humans don't despair just gaze up at the stars
And remember women are from Venus men they are from Mars

poem by Lynne Howard
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The Cosmos

Bigger work is taking place in the cosmos,
In this progress is a big telling for the tiros
Of space and energy, in the middle of a firmament,
In the sky of grace, always a place abhorrent
For a man in space.

Work is on, work can be fun in the universe,
When stars shall combine and also disperse.
Tiros of astronomy shall collect telescopes
And become a management and microscopes.
For there are people who are in space.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Sir Christopher Wren 1632-1723

In the archives may be seen
a well-known name, an evergreen.
Professor of Astronomy at Oxford,
the great and famous Architect
.... Sir Christopher Wren....

After the Great Fire of London
in sixteen sixty-six, Sir Christopher
designed St. Paul's Cathedral
and many other London churches
and buildings; there was no ending
to his achievements.

Born in England,
he died in England,
and today we honour such
a great name from history.

poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Why The Mayan's Left

Being a highly consciousess society
they had all the wisdom of mathematics
and astronomy.
They had the consciousness of Atlantis
but the tribes around them did miss-
Miss how to use their consciousness.
The pyramids are super computers
that will activate-
Activate in December of 2012 is their fate.
Yes, the energy of the stars
will make our Earth
more conscious than planet Mars.

Written by Christina Sunrise on November 28,2012
www.suzaria.com www.suzae.com

poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Stars Are So Innocent

THE STARS ARE SO INNOCENT

The stars are so innocent
When I see them with ignorant eyes-
But when I apply even in my small way
What Astronomy teaches
Oh what hells and darknesses and fires they are –

We can no longer dream as we once did
Even in looking at the stars-
We know too much
And what we know isn’t necessarily
What we would like there to be-

When I glance up in wonder
There is so much I need to forget –

Oh God why did You make it all this way?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Earth is the only world known so far to harbour life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit? Yes. Settle? Not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. ... To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve, and cherish, the pale blue dot; the only home we've ever known.

Carl Sagan in Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space
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To interrupt His Yellow Plan

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To interrupt His Yellow Plan
The Sun does not allow
Caprices of the Atmosphere—
And even when the Snow

Heaves Balls of Specks, like Vicious Boy
Directly in His Eye—
Does not so much as turn His Head
Busy with Majesty—

'Tis His to stimulate the Earth—
And magnetize the Sea—
And bind Astronomy, in place,
Yet Any passing by

Would deem Ourselves—the busier
As the Minutest Bee
That rides—emits a Thunder—

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The Great Lament Of My Obscurity Three

where we live the flowers of the clocks catch fire and the plumes encircle the brightness in the distant sulphur morning the cows lick the salt lilies
my son
my son
let us always shuffle through the colour of the world
which looks bluer than the subway and astronomy
we are too thin
we have no mouth
our legs are stiff and knock together
our faces are formeless like the stars
crystal points without strength burned basilica
mad : the zigzags crack
telephone
bite the rigging liquefy
the arc
climb
astral
memory
towards the north through its double fruit
like raw flesh
hunger fire blood

poem by Tristan Tzara
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Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck (Sonnet 14)

Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy;
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find.
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive
If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert:
Or else of thee this I prognosticate,
Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.

poem by William Shakespeare
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Sonnet 14: “Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck…”

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good, or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality,
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell;
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find.
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And constant stars in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive
If from thy self, to store thou wouldst convert:
Or else of thee this I prognosticate,
Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.

poem by William Shakespeare
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Sonnet 14: Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy—
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
'Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find.
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive
If from thy self to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.

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Totem

Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Ive got twelve disciples and a buddha smile
The garden of allah, viking valhalla
A miracle once in a while
Ive got a pantheon of animals in a pagan soul
Vishnu and gaia --- aztec and maya
Dance around my totem pole
I believe in what I see
I believe in what I hear
I believe that what Im feeling
Changes how the world appears
Angels and demons dancing in my head
Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed
Media messiahs preying on my fears
Pop culture prophets playing in my ears
Ive got celestial mechanics
To synchronize my stars
Seasonal migrations --- daily variations
World of the unlikely and bizarre
Ive got idols and icons, unspoken holy vows

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song performed by Rush
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In Them

Another promenade of a sorority,
Bringing out their show around their water fountains,
Preening and attempting their peonies—
They love their football teams—
Entire parking lots of them,
And there elbows bend away like the hemisphere—
Growing through the stained glass of the churches
Of their universities—
To end up as trophy wives—
Somehow there are too many of them to number,
And they sing together in the afternoon on
Weekends—
They know nothing of astronomy, yet they are up there—
Like vanishing pictures in the coloring books
Of girls who are too old now to find
Any understanding in them at all.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Not About This

It is not about the classic rivers
of mythology, not about Acheron,
river of woe with its lines of unemployed
holding their migraines in their hands.

Or Cocytus, river of lamentation
where the elderly have gone
to grieve their condition.

It cannot be this.

Not the river of fire,
the lava flowing from another volcanic shudder
into the homes of the living & the dead,
& into the stories of new generations.

For these are byproducts,

shining as they are-

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poem by Michael Gessner
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A Piece of Chalk (Children's Poem)

Chalk is happiest when the teachers come to him
Because he can chat about all sorts of subjects
Such as astronomy, geography, science and art
Chalk knows whatever you want to know

Chalk doesn’t like to do just one thing
When he is called on by the teacher
And he needs to follow the teacher’s orders
So Chalk hits the students chatting in class
To give them a big shock and stop their talking

Chalk hopes the seed of wisdom grows in students’ minds
And they can improve their studying a lot
If students want to learn about everything from Chalk
Even though every moment he becomes thinner and smaller
At the cost of his life
He still enjoys his work

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The Nine Muses So Rapturous

The Lady Muses, nine thou be
Comely, wise, I see such beauty, thine
Daughters of Mnemosyne`s Shrine
Titaness of Memory, Daughters of Gaea

I, aspiring lyrist, thence
See erudite doxies, to accost
Inquire I, without them lost
They requite my homage with their prescience

Calliope, poetess of eloquence and epic
Clio, Muse of history
Erato, composer of lyric poetry
Euterpe, dearest Muse of lyre and music

Melpomene, writes of tragedy
Polyhymnia, sings Her songs so sacred
Terpsichore, of song and dance, well led
Thalia, playwright of the comedy, Urania of Astronomy

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The Quiet Path

Friday afternoon fatigue, chocolate
counterpoint against chips and tea,
an undercover spy posing as a kind
saleslady refuses me a Russian roll
I end up eating a cheese-steak pie

No longer able to make my way on
the quiet path between Soul Music
& an article on the square kilometre
telescope array - warning the poor
might just steal radio antenna sets

Since government invests in street
name changes only, Pretoria to be-
come Tshwane which rhymes with
Polokwane; being concerned with
petty things the telescope seems

A bit of an overkill for a populace
struggling with life on earth - - no

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My Life's Cycle and Science

If the science of life is 'biology'
Surely, it is when
I came to the world
through the natural way.

At the age of four,
I started to learn, I began to study
Where in my school,
There is'diversity.'

At teenage life, when I have crush
In my mind there is 'chemistry'
Swiftly falling in love with someone
reflects 'speed and velocity.'

Tilling my garden today,
Taking off weeds and picking up
flowers everyday
is my tireless 'botany.'

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Differntial perceptions

The stars look down indifferently.
The earth is bathed in pale moonlight.
The night is passing peacefully
or so it seems apparently.

Believers in astrology
who are convinced that they are right.
Say stars affect our destiny,
I do not see how that could be

They’re too remote, too far away
Those twinkling beacons in the night
to influence effectively
each person individually.

Astronomy, astrology
two systems which are opposite.
One proven scientifically
The other believed fervently

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Melodies Without Sound (Revised)

The first time I was asked for my ideal I said To
become Faust and learn everything there is; by
dramatic phrasing I meant being a student for-
ever- she derisively replied, Get real child, what
a pretentious ideal - I was deeply mortified

Studied philosophy, science, quantum physics and
relativism, wondered about astronomy; astrology
explained the characters we deal with in life; read
everything that evoked my curiosity, unsure where
the quest would lead - the joy of doing it an end in
itself - and while stimulating discussion is limited

I write to clarify emotional problems, practise the
art of expression and learn to use sonorous words
to create melodies without sound, learning from
the poet I most admire because - HIS poetry
sings at all times

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