The Attributes of Planets in Our Solar System
Do not aspire to achieve heights of greatness,
And be prone to make typographical errors...
Of words used,
Without knowing definitions.
Or content of a purpose meant,
That may not produce the expected outcome...
Desired.
For example...
A name affixed to the planet Uranus,
May imply for some...
That you refer to manure.
And the use of it...
To encourage organic growth.
Some are not so sure,
If the usage of manure for this endures.
Especially,
When you are actually telling them where on a map to lick,
To help them to remember...
The attributes of planets in our solar system.
Learning is done by the application of tricks,
Sometimes.
When some minds decline behind the times.
Although there may be a few,
Who would rather kiss these aspirations.
And with them,
When they do...
The purpose meant and intent has more meaning.
'THIS has 'nothing' to do with typographical errors.'
I know.
As you can see...
I've done my best to correct any,
One may be inclined to find.
'And...
What about the attributes of planets in our solar system? '
That's not my interest.
Although Uranus is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Secret Long Elliptical Orbit
Recent discoveries really
point to revealed existence
of an old brown dwarf
an unborn twin of Sol.
Unlike known familiar
near-circular orbits
of known planets
in our solar system
this unborn twin
has secret long elliptical
orbit that seldom brings
it through core heart system
brings it through
core of our solar
system but once
approximately once
every 3600 years
heating up all planets
global warming
a solar event
all planets effecting...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Did You Understand It?
You've written something with several typographical errors.
And I question the correctness of your language usage.
Plus it had been written in mixed tenses.
I read it more than once.
And after the third reading it finally dawned on me,
You may have done this intentionally.
'Did you understand it?
What it was I tried to do? '
I'm not sure.
'How would you critique it? '
I don't know if I can.
'And you read it three times? '
At least.
'Why should I bother to correct it?
If 'you' read something I wrote...
THREE times?
And you have never expressed any interest before?
In anything I've ever done?
Why should I correct it?
This is the first time you and I have communicated,
In years.
Who knew...
All it took was a few errors,
To get you to give me what I have been wanting.
Here...
Read this! '
Your first and third lines rhyme.
But the rest of it...
Well,
I think this is a bunch of garbage.
'Thank you.
And all this time,
You had me believing...
You didn't care.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Solar System
What do the planets mean? and have you ever seen
Sunrise in the morn? it shined when you were born.
Saturn has rings all around it
I searched the sky and I found it
Solar system
Brings us wisdom
Then theres the milky way, thats where the angels play
Youve seen the lovers moon, looks good in the month of june
Neptune is God of the sea-ea-ea
Pluto is too far to see-ee-ee
Solar system
Brings us wisdom
The constellations are stars that form animals
Leo and capricorn, too
Star bright, star light
Make this wish come true tonight
If mars had life on it I might find my wife on it
Venus the goddess of love can thank all the stars above
Mercurys close to the sun
Youll see it when day is done
Solar system
Brings us wisdom
Solar system
Brings us wisdom
Solar
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Typographical Errors
Typographical errors,
I try to avoid.
Some I leave,
To create their own noise.
And something suspected,
To be out of place...
Usually gets more attention,
Than something correct...
One wishes to say.
And there are times it takes me,
All day to imperfect what is correct.
Especially if I want to emphasize,
My own perfection has defects.
I know! I know, that's hard to believe...
That I would take 'all' day to imperfect what is correct.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Notes from my Diary
Sunday 19 August 2012
No Hope for Me
Sitting in the sun - sitting in the car,
nice and warm, my daughter's music
vibrating in my ears, here at the car-
wash, she's paying for the privilege
to drive the sturdy Suzuki
I showed her my notebook covered
with lined paper in violet, purple, pink
and green, she ungraciously remarked
she was better at it, she had learnt at
school as I made a mess of Desifix
She coolly informed me there was no
hope for me when she saw my purple
plastic bag which I carried to strengthen
my purple aura tapering off to violet
and soft pink - I dream…
Later the day - 15: 15
My Own Solar Version
Delighted I rediscovered the solar system
model in ‘Space, The Hands-On Approach
to Science' - which I had used to create my
own solar version on the sunroom floor using
string for the planet's orbits - a soccer ball was
the sun in the centre
Mercury's string orbit fluctuated a lot, Venus'
orbit fluctuated more, hard to form orbits on the
floor - Earth & Mars represented by coloured
balls, difficult to fill in Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus,
Neptune and Pluto, orbits getting confused,
toys representing these planets
Thus the kids could see a solar system in two
dimensions - I love this book, love the library
as custodian of all the wonderful books that
fill me with ideas - wild and wonderful…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Moon and Mars were the two most likely candidates for life in the solar system; what exists beyond our solar system is mere guesswork.
quote by Walter Lang
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Legacy of the Purple Robe
The legacy of the purple robe,
Worn by the most powerful of kings, Gods, and highest of lords,
The purple robe of majesty, embedded with diamond galore,
The legacy of the apparel and the creator never seen before,
In correlation with the platinum crown,
The Creator of everything wearing the magic gown,
Beyond the planet Earth, the creator beyond the renowned,
Creator of the nine planets and the galaxy all around,
Beyond the sky, the solar system painted by the creator,
The creator without a name, the universe’s dictator,
Higher than Zeus, God, Allah, something much greater,
The creator with portraits of the universe, the painter,
Wearing the purple gown and the platinum crown, the God of all,
Within the asteroid belt, the universe’s wall,
In the creator’s portrait, the solar system enthralled,
Not a religion, but something higher than the skies,
Something invisible, looking down on the Earth with blue eyes,
Beyond religion, the highest of the power of gods refined,
The artist of the universe’s blueprint that’s intricately designed,
Creator of the moon, the grass, the mountains, and the sun that shines,
The purple robe beyond the stars, worn by the creator in the royal shrine,
The purple robe and the platinum crown, only worn by the most creative of mind,
For this creator was truly a painter, an artist of the universe,
Inflicted by hypergraphia and insanity of mind, the artist’s curse,
That sits above the realm of space when the planets dispersed,
At one point everything was one planet cluttered in space,
Until he created boundaries within the realm that separated planets in a linear trace,
Above the galaxy in the darkened realm beyond the stars the creator’s place,
Until he created the new portrait of the big bang, and the old blueprint was replaced,
Within one shattering boom of the storm, the portraits transformed in haste,
And the cluttered planet was forgotten forever without a trace,
Now separated in the solar system,9 planets are spread in space,
The purple robe, only worn by the artist and the God of everything,
Compulsively observing his portrait sitting on the different sections of the asteroid ring,
The platinum crown, and the purple robe, worn by the ultimate king,
Beyond religion, the highest power humans never seen,
The creator, that painted everything.
poem by Kurt Kacich
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To Correct An Error
an error is an error
and errors exist for the main reason that
they are meant to be corrected
it takes the eyes of the loving person
to correct the errors
of his beloved
gently and
carefully away from the mob
and the crowd that love
the mockery
of errors corrected in the middle
of the public halls
inside a closed door
i hold your hand
caress your face
and your hair
and kiss you and then tell you
you taste like a rotten apple.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Keep The Intent Of Your Purpose
Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.
Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.
It is difficult enough,
To constantly be bombarded...
From those events,
That fuss things up.
It's enough to want to cuss,
Everything believed to be corrupt.
But that 'outside' stuff that is happening...
Has a meaning that should awaken all of us.
Although there seems to be,
A slowing done of your focused flow...
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Don't let that motivation go.
Stay true to yourself,
Knowing your beliefs do not deceive.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Do not let that purpose leave.
Each day collect pieces,
Of your sanity.
Keep the intent of your purpose.
Be gentle and easily allow yourself to breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Solar Driftwood
The Big Bang.
The ultimate hero of low frequency. The divine intergalactical bass drum connecting
the tribes of our solar system.
If we could communicate from our tiny piece of solar driftwood into another galaxy
what would we say?
We can send out pictures, symbols, chemical formulas or language.
The magic of music is a sign of consciousness that could be understood on far-flung
worlds millions of lightyears from our horizon.
Music is an interstellar language from a highly insignificant planet one of nine in
our system which sails through time and space till the next one, the next inevitable
Big Bang...
song performed by by Yello
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Solar Driftwood
The Big Bang.
The ultimate hero of low frequency. The divine intergalactical bass drum connecting
the tribes of our solar system.
If we could communicate from our tiny piece of solar driftwood into another galaxy
what would we say?
We can send out pictures, symbols, chemical formulas or language.
The magic of music is a sign of consciousness that could be understood on far-flung
worlds millions of lightyears from our horizon.
Music is an interstellar language from a highly insignificant planet one of nine in
our system which sails through time and space till the next one, the next inevitable
Big Bang...
song performed by by Yello
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Purpose crosses disciplines. Purpose is an essential element of you. It is the reason you are on the planet at this particular time in history. Your very existence is wrapped up in the things you are here to fulfill. Whatever you choose for a career path, remember, the struggles along the way are only meant to shape you for your purpose.
quote by Chadwick Boseman
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Something Else Unstated
What is it that one 'should' expect to accept?
That which is told and thought to be correct.
Or another version of it,
To then be told what was first said and heard...
One should forget since it was not meant,
To be intended to be interpreted...
For anyone to take seriously.
'Then why say these things at all?
What is the purpose? '
~Today?
I've learned not to analyze one's intentions.
Or the depths of their honesty or purpose,
To avert away from it.
It has become too easy for anyone,
To change what they initially say...
For something else unstated,
They claim to have meant.~
'Why bother to make attempts,
To have a meaningful conversation? '
~How can that be done?
When people have not experienced,
The benefit or purpose of having one.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Uninformed Masses Believed Earth Was Flat
once uninformed masses
believed the earth was flat
during medieval dark ages
yet esteemed ancient Greeks
knew earth was really a sphere
calculated degree of horizons
now sol is a singular star believe masses
yet over 80% of all solar systems
according to NASA have multiple suns
bright stellar fires of smaller suns
some not much bigger than Jupiter
most common suns brown dwarfs
12 to 80 times Jupiter’s size brown dwarfs
found floating freely in interstellar space
also proliferate as binary star companions
is our Sol our sun really a singular solar system?
remember over 80% are binary solar systems
is it possible earth’s sun is a binary solar system?
accepted theory our Sun formed as a singular star
with a uniform proto-planetary disk yet evidence
from outer solar system is far more complicated
the Sun formed as part of a wide binary system?
the smaller partner of which is a sub-brown dwarf?
the early solar system two spinning gaseous clumps?
nursery matter orbits two proto-planetary disks
orbit around each other at 200 Astronomical Units
distance together from beginning of our earth’s
solar system now locked into a 3600 year binary orbit
the larger Sol 'classical’ proto-planetary disk
forms the Sun the second forms a sub-brown
dwarf plus independent proto-planetary disk
this scenario explains anomalies
of the Edgeworth-Kuiper Belt
and an inexplicable gap of objects
beyond 50AU it provides
a very sensible mechanism
a brown dwarf could form
beyond the classical proto-planetary disk
located in a wide binary orbit with parent star
as occurs in discovered CHRX-73 binary
do we live in a binary solar system with two suns?
with an old brown dwarf an unborn twin of Sol?
unborn twin a red light dim in a long elliptical orbit?
sweeping in through the core of our system
once every 3600 years recorded in Sumerian
cuneiform texts Marduk Nibiru Red Comet
next flyby with end of Mayan Calendar coincides
classified scientists see historic rises in solar activity
as primary engine of global warming what is driving?
increases in solar activity during latest solar minimum?
the Sun is warming the Earth what warmed outer planets?
present solar maximum was supposed to begin
an new 11-year solar cycle in March of 2008
yet it began early in January it peaks in 2012
it will be half again as violent as any in recorded history?
Our sun has been in a frenzy since 1940
Sol's South Pole 80,000 degrees hotter than
its North pole in recent measurement?
According to NASA our sun is imminent
to reach its most active state in recorded history?
is the sun binary curving through space?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Chaos, Order, Chaos, Beauty And Ugliness...
beauty must a purpose
have, for instance beauty that
gives peace and
harmony to the world,
presumably this world is a world of chaos,
and chaos is wanton
and understood to be messy and
undesirable, makes the mind
to lack the necessary focus
but what is focus for? what is thinking for?
again, you return to purpose
focus must have a purpose
and thinking must have another purpose
but what is the purpose of purpose?
seems that purpose is beauty
and that purpose without beauty is not desirable,
and so on and so forth,
people get so confused, they want order as though order itself is
beauty
as though it is one purpose that we need,
the universe must have an order
a system, every planet orbiting around the sun must have
a purpose
as though they are human beings like us
as though they are us
look at this poem, read it so well,
it has no purpose but to make you think
make you doubt
that perhaps beauty to be beauty must be wanton
and chaotic, which by itself is a reality
and reality is always
beautiful,
it has always a purpose and this is what you think it to be
right now, but is this really so?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Errors
there will be always errors
my errors
not yours, even your errors
shall be mine
for there will always be errors
that is too normal
for our lifetime
too short to be erroneous
but always real
too real to be touched
too exciting
to be always noticed
and too numb to be affected
by their
hypocrisies
you too? oh my, why?
don't you like to be the most normal
bird with only two wings
to fly?
how can you use a third wing?
to see with the third eye
aren't you funny to see
on this third
excess?
come, let us feast on these errors
drink these glasses of errors
be filled and vomit with errors
defecate these errors
and be empty again
after having learned so much
to become the
newest genius in this town
of errors.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I am a star because of you so far
I am a star
Larger than the moon
Size cannot be seen
I’m because of so far
My brightness and light
More powerful than the sun
It doesn’t feel
As the moon is so close
I am an outsider
And also an exoplanet*
To the solar system
And far away from light years
I ‘m also a moon
But not a parasite
And but more sensitive
To the dark and to the moon
But a star to you
Because of so far
Though I bring the light
To the thick darkness
You have been cheated and mislead
As it is moon
Because of we both are so far
At two ends
*exoplanet noun a planet that is not in the solar system
Udaya R. Tennakoon
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Black Matter Destination
It is not a problem, of course, the Milky Way is
still attracted by a heavy object in defiance
of the general Hubble expansion
It is a change of names and a location behind
the Great Attractor, the movement is the same
I am delighted that contrariness
Still marks the direction in which the Solar
System is taken while orbiting around the
Centre of the Solar System
Sitting tight in the Sagittarius arm, we are pulled
towards the Shapley Supercluster, a mysterious
Black Matter destination…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Lost As A Treasured Experience
If it was not meant to be taken seriously,
None of it would have been given to be taken
With a purpose to receive,
And comprehend its meaning.
Instead of comprehending the meaning of it,
It has been left to sit
As of its existence is there to provide,
One a uselessness.
And one who has decided,
That all there is to it was to use
Until the nourishment from it was exhausted.
Then an exhaustion from taking it for granted
Leaves.
If
It was not meant to be taken seriously,
What is the purpose for any of it to exist.
Just to please the existing of the unimportance,
To prioritize an increasing toleration of nonsense.
And
If nonsense continues to increase,
The purpose of witnessing any of this
Diminishes in value to be lost as a treasured experience.
Never to have been found worthy of its priceless blessing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Solar System Sunset
Our solar system – our Sun-King and his planetary minions
happily enthroned in Orion, looking out towards Sagittarius
prancing like a horse, gyrating up and down
while orbiting around the Milky Way centre
part of a star-supercluster speeding towards
an unknown destination attracted by invisible power -
has already completed the course
twenty-one times
dipping and rising like a horse on a merry-go-round
Leaving us with this question:
Will the solar system one day
disentangle itself and ride off
into a celestial sunset
free from its spiralling orbit
around the Milky Way centre?
poem by Margaret Alice
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