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Man sent a machine

Man sent a machine
Made by his own hands
Hubble out into the universe
The tool maker
Physical manipulation
Dense nerves
Appendaegble digits
Opposable thumbs
Of primates that makes man an animal
Interphalaged articulation
Man move all but the mountain
Which are the dictates of nature’s
That will not reveal to man’s eyes
The dimensions that makes up life
The strings that binds complex and delicate
In the animal organs.
Man’s muscle belly of his forearm intrinsic.
Medico-legal practice determines sex by hands.
Hubble spectrograph man’s metal eyes.
Man microsecond mechanism quantum.
Man a buddle of energy in balance
Falling forward
The habit of the art of walking
Itself a spiritual practice
Meditation in action
As earth carries us through our desiny to dust.
Earth talking the walk
Walking on hands with spatial awareness
Of nature’s foot hold, land.

poem by David E. Patton
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A Request To Use The Hubble

I wonder if it is possible,
That I could make a request...
To use the Hubble?
And have it not be considered,
An act of good natured vanity.

'The hubble?
What are you talking about?
What is a 'hubble'?

The telescope!
Hubble Telescope.
The one used by scientists,
To locate something in the universe...
Light years away!

'For what purpose?
IF that was possible? '

I've read something by a poet,
That was so far above my head...
My binoculars,
Can not detect the meaning.
That's how far out,
The message is.

It is in a place and time...
That will take millions of years,
To comprehend the sense of it!
And I have a need to locate,
The mind that has created this.

'For what purpose?
IF that was possible? '

'Something' COSMIC is attached,
To the mind of this poet.
And other poets have yet to know it.
And I suspect,
A digesting done comes from dimensions...
No one but that poet can detect.
And I'd like to give it a try.

'Are you pulling my leg? '

Now why would I want to do that?
Are you now implying I am a magician?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tour Of Heaven

he took me on a tour of heaven
just so that i could see.
what the future would now hold for me.

he allowed me to look down upon the earth
with all its aches and pains.

he said: this is why i took you
for an angel you will be.
to help relieve the world
of all this misery.

i walked throughout the heavens
in total amazement and awe.
the poor, the sick, the rich and famous
all this is what i saw.

there was so many colors
more than this earth could ever see.
flowers of every nature, and the buzzing
of all the bees.

every type of animal that
we've seen upon the earth
walking amongst the people
and not looking to hurt.

you could walk up to any animal
and pet and play with them
for they are there for you
and want to be your friend.

i did not want to leave there
but there was a job he said
i must do.

to join all the other angels
and to show mankind
that there is an escape
if you take the time.

then GOD gave me my wings
and he set me free
to touch the hearts
of all humanity.

poem by Louis Rams
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Hubble Spectrograph Slices Time

park dugout canoe
leave trees standing
knowledge is growing

through Hubble telescope viewing
invisible universe backbone mapping
list astounding revelations exciting

multi-wavelength colorful pictures
newly revealed far-flung galaxies
densely packed dust star clusters

biblical eerie 'pillar of creation'
beautiful 'butterfly' 'bug' nebula
birth of planets around alien stars

probing composition structures
of atmospheres on other worlds
galaxies star clusters studied objects

Hubble imaging across wide slices
of space electromagnetic spectrum
from ultraviolet to near-infrared light

spectrograph slices across billions
of light-years to map filamentary
structure of accelerated universe

to trace distribution of elements
fundamental to life possibilities
reveals never-before-seen infant

galaxies that once existed
when the universe was less
than 500 million years old

astronomers with ambitious star plans
use Hubble to make deepest-ever
portrait universe in near-infrared light

Hubble is significantly
more well-equipped
to explore probe further

characterize the behavior
of mystery dark energy
mysterious little-understood

repulsive force
that is pushing
our universe

further apart at
an ever-faster
increasing rate

mysteries
great cosmic mysteries
await solutions

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Nature that Washed Her Hands in Milk

Nature, that washed her hands in milk,
And had forgot to dry them,
Instead of earth took snow and silk,
At love's request to try them,
If she a mistress could compose
To please love's fancy out of those.

Her eyes he would should be of light,
A violet breath, and lips of jelly;
Her hair not black, nor overbright,
And of the softest down her belly;
As for her inside he'd have it
Only of wantonness and wit.

At love's entreaty such a one
Nature made, but with her beauty
She hath framed a heart of stone;
So as Love, by ill destiny,
Must die for her whom nature gave him
Because her darling would not save him.

But time, which nature doth despise
And rudely gives her love the lie,
Makes hope a fool, and sorrow wise,
His hands do neither wash nor dry;
But being made of steel and rust,
Turns snow and silk and milk to dust.

The light, the belly, lips, and breath,
He dims, discolors, and destroys;
With those he feeds but fills not death,
Which sometimes were the food of joys.
Yea, time doth dull each lively wit,
And dries all wantonness with it.

Oh, cruel time, which takes in trust
Our youth, or joys, and all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave
When we have wandered all our ways
Shuts up the story of our days.

poem by Sir Walter Raleigh
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Thirteen Lines

A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation –
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! –
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth –
Evolution saw to that.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Diamonds and Rubies

humankind is nature's
selected alter ego
two legs, two hands
and a privileged brain
to share all the egos
nature spreads all over

the diamonds, the rubies,
the emeralds, the pearls
and every enchanting land
in the sea of space here
and beyond

humankind is nature
personified, the circulation
of energies, the love,
the growth, the searing
of offsprings, the building,
the demolitions, he is nature
walking and talking
he is nature seeking
a more efficient creation
for all

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Practice Maker Perfect

D. roberts / e. gold
If practice makes perfect
Lets try that old embrace
In some romantic place
Where we can take out time
If practice makes perfect
Just close you eyes again
Well try those sights again
And make them more sublime
Were in loves kindergarden
Learning from a to z
And if its fun just starting
Think what its going to be
If practice makes perfect
Lets have that kiss again
We mustn miss again
Were not doing bad right now
Were not doing bad
Lets practice some more
Were not doing bad right now

song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Animal Instinct

Suddenly something has happened to me
As I was having my cup of tea
Suddenly I was feeling depressed
I was utterly and totally stressed
Do you know you made me cry
Do you know you made me die
And the thing that gets to me
Is youll never really see
And the thing that freaks me out
Is Ill always be in doubt
It is a lovely thing that we have
It is a lovely thing that we
It is a lovely thing, the animal
The animal instinct
So take my hands and come with me
We will change reality
So take my hands and we will pray
They wont take you away
They will never make me cry, no
They will never make me die
And the thing that gets to me
Is youll never really see
And the thing that freaks me out
Is Ill always be in doubt
The animal, the animal,
The animal instinct in me
Its the animal, the animal,
The animal instinct in me
Its the animal, its the animal,
Its the animal instinct in me x2

song performed by by Cranberries
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Peace on Earth

Peace on earth not by chance,
Let faith love and charity
Spread the desire to melt the ethnic stance.
Hold hands together we are all the same,
Hold hands together we are all to blame.
You can feel it in the global heartbeat,
As you hold a babies hand
You can see it in a child’s eye,
As it reflects pure faith in its protected land.
You can see it in a dropp of rain
As it splashes on the growing grain.
Hold hands together you Muslims and Jews,
Hold hands together you Christians and Catholics.
All you Hutu’s and Tutsi, Sunni and Shiites,
Asian and African come on, come on,
Join the bands, hold your hands.
Don’t let the human’s race to destroy this place.
Hold hands together we are all the same
Peace on earth it can be done,
For our divine kingdom come.
Hold hands together we are all to blame,
Hold hands together as we are one,
Then thy will be done
By Christ, Mohammed, Budda and
The Rising Sun
Amen.

poem by Ken e Hall
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Practice Every Step

Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.

There's no sleeping for someone who has a place to go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.

Focus on that goal,
And tighten on your hold,
And...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.

Practice every step.
Do not second guess what it takes.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.

Every journey taken,
Must be thought of as a race...
And,
Practice every step.
Practice every step.

There's no other way to straighten out a crooked road,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.

No matter what you're told,
There will be some doubts and woes...
But you,
Practice every step.
Yes you,
Practice every step.

Woes you hold will eventually go,
So...
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.
Practice every step.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fear of the unknown

The wind was strong and the dust blew viciously.
Walking on a dirt road, not sure of my destination.
I encountered a coyote standing in the distance. My
first thought was to turn and run and then I
realized that might not be a good idea. I slowly
walked, placing one foot quietly in front of the
other, while keeping my eye on the coyote. The
animal did not move, it stood in the same position.
Fearful as I was, I didn’t want the animal to know
my fear. I bravely took step after step and walked
toward the road. Finally I reached a crossing in
the road. When I turned to look back the coyote
was gone. At that point, I felt sure I was safe and
continued to walk down the road. When I
approached an old shack at the road clearing, I
noticed paw prints on the soft ground. Immediately
I thought, what animal made those prints, surely
it wasn’t the coyote that I encountered earlier,
certainly not, don’t be silly I thought to myself.
Once again I continued to walk forward. I could
feel butterflies in my stomach. What were those
prints on the ground. Trying not to think about it,
I began to walk faster and faster. Suddenly I
heard a noise, it sounded like a scratching noise
behind me. Oh what now, could that be the
coyote. My heart was racing and the sweat
poured down my face causing my eyes to sting.
My vision blurred by my perspiration, I was beside
myself and was feeling very sick to my stomach.
Never before, have I been so afraid, never so unsure
of myself. I wanted to run, but once again
wondered if the animal that was following me
might run and attack me.

poem by Melvina Germain
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The animal in me

Is it legal for me
To call myself an animal?
Whilst human is what I try to be

For the animal in me
Is transparent to see
If I get scared I plea or flee

Sometimes I show bravery like a lion
With nerves of steel made of iron

Sometimes I give off a scent
In the heat of the moment

As a woman I have my season
When you can capture me on the heat
Till today, I do not understand the reason
Why I hunt then, like an animal hunting for its meat

The animal in me is confused
The human in me is amused

Is it legal for me
To call myself an animal?
Without being a cannibal

I know my right from wrong
Taught by my guardians tongue
But even an animal knows where it belongs
Whilst trained with the right punishment song

The fact is actual
I am an animal
Being human is my identity
While the only difference of reality;
Is the language! Ah ha! The language!
The language in which we all engage

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Walking The Floor On My Hands Over You

Walking the floor on my hands over you
I just cant believe what youre trying to do
Spinning around and around and you know im
Walking the floor on my hands over you
Walking the floor on my hands over you
I just cant believe what youve been trying to do
Spinning around and around and you know im
Walking the floor on my hands over you
Everybody wants somebody
And I can make it just for you
Wont you tell me please tell me
What youre trying to do
Everybody says you want me
Baby Im not too sure
Just what youve been doing
It should be against the law
Walking the floor on my hands over you
I just cant believe what youre trying to do
Spinning around and around and you know im
Walking the floor on my hands over you
Well you got me
I dont know whats going down
Tell me where you want me
And put me back on the ground
Everybody says you want me
Baby Im not too sure
Just what youve been doing
It should be against the law
Walking the floor on my hands over you
I just cant believe what youre trying to do
Spinning around and around and you know im
Walking the floor on my hands over you
Walking the floor on my hands over you
I just cant believe what youre trying to do
Spinning around and around and you know im
Walking the floor on my hands over you
Walking the floor on my hands over you
Walking the floor on my hands over you

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The Maker

Oh, Oh Deep water
Black, and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted mile
I'm a stranger
in the eyes of the maker
I could not see
for fog in my eyes
I could not feel
for the fear in my life
From across the great divide
In the distance i saw a light
Jean baptiste
walking to me with the maker
My body is bent and broken
by long and dangerous sleep
I can work the fields of abraham
and turn my head away
I'm not a stranger
in the hands of the maker
Brother john
Have you seen the homeless daughters
standing there
with broken dreams
I have seen the flaming swords
there over east of eden
burning in the eyes of the maker
burning in the eyes of the maker
burning in the eyes of the maker
burning in the eyes of the maker
oh river rise from your sleep

song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Walking

Take your left foot,
Bend the knee.
Move the foot forward.
Place it down.
Then do the same thing,
Wth the right foot.

'Suppose I started with my right foot?
Would that make a difference? '

Try it and see which makes you feel comfortable.

'I like this.'

Now...
Don't be frightened.
But next week,
'We' are going to attempt to do this...
From a standing position.

One moment.
Do you have a question.

~Yes.
Is it possible you can slow down a little.
I am taking notes and you are going too fast.~

No problem.

'What are you calling this? '

~Right.
What is this called? ~

Walking.

~Do you mind spelling that? ~

W-a-l-k-i-n-g.
Walking.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I will fight in the United States Senate this year to fund a servicing mission to Hubble by 2008, a mission that would potentially increase Hubble's power and efficiency by a factor of 10 and allow us to look back almost to the beginning of the universe.

quote by Barbara Mikulski
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'Til I Get It Right

(Red Lane - Larry Henley)
I'll just keep on falling in love till I get it right
Right now I'm like a wounded bird hungry for the sky
But if I try my wings and try long enough
I'm bound to learn to fly.
So I'll just keep on falling in love till I get it right
My door to love has opened up more times than in
And I'm either fool or wise enough to open it again
'Cause I'll never know what's beyond the mountain
Till I reach the either side.
So I'll just keep on falling in love till I get it right
If practice makes perfect that I'm near 'bout
As perfect as I'll ever be in my life
So I'll just keep on falling in love till I get it right.
--- Instrumental ---
If practice makes perfect that I'm near 'bout
As perfect as I'll ever be in my life
So I'll just keep on falling in love till I get it right...

song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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A Beautiful World Life!

Creation of beauty is for attracting each and everyone;
Appreciation of beauty develops love between hearts!
Outer and inner beauty reflects real personality of one;
Mutual attraction of beauty leads to procreation ever.

Beauty, love and life are unique aspects of man’s world;
Those are not detected in other planets of the Universe.
Colourful beauty of life thriving on love is a wonder here
Depends on the preservation of Nature and culture ever!

Beauty lies in thinking, speaking and working in the world;
Doing things to perfection makes beauty and brings joy!
Intellectual thinking, gentle doing and spiritual meditation
Are all adding beauty to man’s nature to divine nature!

Nature is the mother of Earth fostering beauty and love
To enrich life with joy and pleasure leading to divine bliss!

poem by Ramesh T A
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I Left My Love Behind I Left My Life Behind

I left my love behind I left my life behind
Now I am just an animal no more a human,
Animal who eats drink sleep and reproduce
I killed my conscious and awareness too
I do everything walk, watch TV look for family
But never follow desire talking to my love on phone
Suppress my feeling to look at him even on internet
May be every human is doing same as I did
Leave his love behind and walk away from life
Just keeping animal alive

poem by Saloni Choudhary
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On the incredibly subtle art of walking

You’re walking down Princes Street
or across the market square, or
in front of the museum, or
towards the bus or rail station..

and he’s there, with his poster on a stick
and handmedown clothes; and
despite lowering your eyes, he says to you,
‘Do you have Faith…? ’ but of course he means
that other sort… or higher sort…or whatever…
and smart answers will drip off him
like the rain that’s dripping from his mac…

so, no use pointing out that every step
you quickly take in passing him..
is taken in a total faith, unquestioning…

Walking is very, very tricky…if
you never learned… or have to learn again…
you want to move forward: shift your centre of balance
dangerously forward to be off-balance…
counteract that by extending one leg firmly…
now, with that leg as lever, return your centre of balance
through the centre of the body, to your other leg,
which you then extend, repeating the mirror-image
(without prior thought…) of your previous action;
now add to this exquisite balance,
a swerve to left or right to avoid
the oncoming pedestrian who believes
his ego has the right of unswerved way…

Congratulations! You’ve just managed
two steps, in one of the most intricate manoeuvres
a human being has invented, since… since when?
(Of course, you don’t believe in evolution,
Adam walked upright, right…?)

Yes, you have faith, my son… but
try not to think too much about this
as you walk…yet, perhaps
a little wonder, even gratitude
would do no harm… now,
where’s my walking-stick?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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