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My Telescope

my hearts beating
noticably without warning
racing this tune
writing a poem

stuck in the underworld
forever starless night
light abandoned me
then I saw the stars in your eyes
you pulled me out
like a lifeguard
giving me back breath
awakening my soul

Now I see
A myriad of stars
I look up
I see you
Flashing and blinking
Your shooting
Across the night sky
In through
My telescope
My telescope

The universe
Has never looked so grand
In all my years now
Possibility floods in
Like molten lava
You branded me a new name

Now I see
A myriad of stars
I look up
I see you
Flashing and blinking
Your shooting
Across the night sky
In through
My telescope
My telescope

poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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Lost Love’s Distance

The astrophysicist aimed the telescope at Antares.
Oh, this red giant of the Milky Way Galaxy is so beautiful, he said.
Almost as bright as the stars Aldebaran and Regulus.
Have a look, he told his assistant.

Almost as bright as the star Aldebaran and Regulus,
Repeated the assistant.
Yes, the professor said, it shines like a brilliant diamond
in the night sky, surrounded by colorful cosmic clouds
And winding dust lanes.

Then five years elapsed and one moonless night
The astrophysicist again aimed his telescope at Antares.
But he could not concentrate as his thoughts
Constantly returned to his lost love.

One chilly day he met her at a cozy restaurant.
They sat and ate and sipped their coffee and talked.

You were once so close to me, he said to her.
Yet now you are drifting more and more away.
I feel as if you were farther away than Antares.
You know how far it is?

Yes, I know, she said. You were a good teacher.
Antares is about 250 light-years distant from the Earth.
That’s pretty far away since light travels very fast,
At a velocity of 300,000 kilometers each second.
In other words the distance between us
Is 250 times 10 trillion kilometers, and still growing.

Then the waiter came and brought them the bill.

poem by Paul Hartal
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Flashing, Flashing Lights

rays of flashing lights, flashing in the dead of night
so I screwed up and pulled the red handle, the screaming fire alarm sounds off, so I figured it was a water line, yet no, a dry air system, so I summoned the guard, my racing heart beating hard, flashing lights, alarm silenced, yet lights still flashing, flashing into the night

poem by Matt Mondschein
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The Next Generation Space Telescope, which will be located much further away from the Earth than the Hubble Space Telescope presently is, will also explore the infrared part of the spectrum.

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song performed by by Billy Idol
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I Wish

Staring into the night
Come on shooting stars
Let me with on you
Remove these scars
Come on rain
Pour down on me
Wash away my pain
Come on day
Take away the night
Come on future
Get rid of the past
Give me a fighting chance
Come on love
Give me something
Give me lust
Come on courage
Give me some life
Come on commitment
Give me forever
Come on beauty
Give me you
Hello thunder storm
Give me lighting too
Come on shooting star
I have all these wishes so far
Come on happiness
Give me you
Go away loneliness
Give me you
Take my money
Give me health
Go away hunger
Let them eat
Shooting stars i need you tonight
Before day light

poem by GJC boyle
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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
sympathy for astronomy's grand
ideal of mapping heaven the last
frontier - mine is to get home

In one piece…

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Stars, Stars, Stars

They twinkle, twinkle since birth for years,
Or vanish in strange ways, I’ve fears;
In countless numbers in clear blue Sky,
Fixed in this firmament, down they pry!

They appear one by one as you try,
Staring with intent, gazing at Sky;
The more you look, their numbers doth swell,
Beaming white light while simmering still.

Some gorgeously large as Morning-Star!
One can’t say how far away they are;
Stars laminate the Sky around the Moon;
By the light of Dawn, they are gone!

Some are light-years away from the Earth!
When seen by telescope, there ain’t dearth;
Stars conglomerate to form Galaxies;
The Sun is just one of these starry seas!

A Star-full Sky in azure back-ground;
What a treat to the eyes from the world!
A starless Sky hath not much beauty;
And laments with rain all o’er the Earth.

Why didst the Creator put them above?
Mute witness to His great work, behove;
Perhaps, they’ve this duty till Doomsday,
And hurtle down to destroy the world!

poem by John Celes
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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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Galaxy

The Galaxy

On the terrace in the sun I closed my eyes
and saw coloured light dancing under my
eyelids like a galaxy that only existed inside
of me… or is the real galaxy an illusion.
Scientists watch stars in their great telescope
but only see what is in their heads…
And we agree because we too only see what
is in our own mind. Ruby stars and pink moons
and the dream of immortality that our souls
fly to a mysterious planet like our own where
death has been vanquished.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Milky Way Galaxy

At night the sky
Becomes an entire new world
To the human eye

The moon
Sometimes as round as a soccer ball
Appears as it begins to get dark

A million tiny bright lights
Called stars
Appear like specks of dust
Out of nowhere

And soon I am outdoors
Observing the planets like mars
And also the Milky Way galaxy
With my trustworthy telescope

poem by Emily Krauss
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The Star Splitter

`You know Orion always comes up sideways.
Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains,
And rising on his hands, he looks in on me
Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something
I should have done by daylight, and indeed,
After the ground is frozen, I should have done
Before it froze, and a gust flings a handful
Of waste leaves at my smoky lantern chimney
To make fun of my way of doing things,
Or else fun of Orion's having caught me.
Has a man, I should like to ask, no rights
These forces are obliged to pay respect to?'
So Brad McLaughlin mingled reckless talk
Of heavenly stars with hugger-mugger farming,
Till having failed at hugger-mugger farming
He burned his house down for the fire insurance
And spent the proceeds on a telescope
To satisfy a lifelong curiosity
About our place among the infinities.

`What do you want with one of those blame things?'
I asked him well beforehand. `Don't you get one!'

`Don't call it blamed; there isn't anything
More blameless in the sense of being less
A weapon in our human fight,' he said.
`I'll have one if I sell my farm to buy it.'
There where he moved the rocks to plow the ground
And plowed between the rocks he couldn't move,
Few farms changed hands; so rather than spend years
Trying to sell his farm and then not selling,
He burned his house down for the fire insurance
And bought the telescope with what it came to.
He had been heard to say by several:
`The best thing that we're put here for's to see;
The strongest thing that's given us to see with's
A telescope. Someone in every town
Seems to me owes it to the town to keep one.
In Littleton it might as well be me.'
After such loose talk it was no surprise
When he did what he did and burned his house down.

Mean laughter went about the town that day
To let him know we weren't the least imposed on,
And he could wait---we'd see to him tomorrow.
But the first thing next morning we reflected
If one by one we counted people out
For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long
To get so we had no one left to live with.
For to be social is to be forgiving.
Our thief, the one who does our stealing from us,
We don't cut off from coming to church suppers,
But what we miss we go to him and ask for.
He promptly gives it back, that is if still
Uneaten, unworn out, or undisposed of.
It wouldn't do to be too hard on Brad
About his telescope. Beyond the age
Of being given one for Christmas gift,
He had to take the best way he knew how
To find himself in one. Well, all we said was
He took a strange thing to be roguish over.
Some sympathy was wasted on the house,
A good old-timer dating back along;
But a house isn't sentient; the house
Didn't feel anything. And if it did,
Why not regard it as a sacrifice,
And an old-fashioned sacrifice by fire,
Instead of a new-fashioned one at auction?

Out of a house and so out of a farm
At one stroke (of a match), Brad had to turn
To earn a living on the Concord railroad,
As under-ticket-agent at a station
Where his job, when he wasn't selling tickets,
Was setting out, up track and down, not plants
As on a farm, but planets, evening stars
That varied in their hue from red to green.

He got a good glass for six hundred dollars.
His new job gave him leisure for stargazing.
Often he bid me come and have a look
Up the brass barrel, velvet black inside,
At a star quaking in the other end.
I recollect a night of broken clouds
And underfoot snow melted down to ice,
And melting further in the wind to mud.
Bradford and I had out the telescope.
We spread our two legs as we spread its three,
Pointed our thoughts the way we pointed it,
And standing at our leisure till the day broke,
Said some of the best things we ever said.
That telescope was christened the Star-Splitter,
Because it didn't do a thing but split
A star in two or three, the way you split
A globule of quicksilver in your hand
With one stroke of your finger in the middle.
It's a star-splitter if there ever was one,
And ought to do some good if splitting stars
'Sa thing to be compared with splitting wood.

We've looked and looked, but after all where are we?
Do we know any better where we are,
And how it stands between the night tonight
And a man with a smoky lantern chimney?
How different from the way it ever stood?

poem by Robert Frost
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Little Red Light

Sitting in traffic on the Tappan Zee
Fifty million people out in front of me
Trying to cross the water but it just might be a while
Rain's coming down I can't see a thing
Radio's broken so I'm whistling
New York to Nyack feels like a hundred miles
It's not right
It's not fair
I'm still a mess
And you still don't care
I go to work
I come back home
But you're still gone
And I'm still alone
And the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
On my big black plastic Japanese cordless phone
Oh no
Stuck in a meeting on Monday night
Trying to get the numbers to come out right
I'm getting tired, I think I just might need a drink
And as I'm reaching in the bottom drawer
I'm dreaming 'bout the way it was before
Life was so easy I never really had to think
It's not right
It's not fair
I'm still a mess
And you still don't care
I go to sleep
When I wake up
The pain sets in
And it never stops
And the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
On the desktop mailbox of my big black laptop
Oh no
It's not right
It's not fair
I'm still a mess
And you still don't care
I go to work
I come back home
But you're still gone
And I'm still alone
And the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
On my big black Radio Shack digital portable phone
Oh no

song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Telescope

To trust your judgment
Sanguine and skeptic
And seize the esoteric
Elucidation of yourself
That you had found in
A sphere of naked honesty
And, exhume an omnipresent lie
And regress back into your chrysalis.

To defy abandonment
By entangling your strings
Like a gamine arachnid
And prance in the threads
Like a jocund circus geisha
And when you look at the audience,
More apt, their absence, fall from grace
With a shattered skull.

To look at the telescope
And muse upon the remote
Islands in the vale galaxy
That tinkers in your eyes
Extemporizing a vicarious
Understanding and acceptance
And, understand that your vision is deluded
You're at the wrong end of the telescope.

poem by Norman Santos
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Voyage Through The Night

He says he has not slept for five years.
Every night through the window hole
He has escaped to the night sky
To mingle with the teeming stars!
He says he has not slept for five years.
Every night he has ridden a comet
To reach the farthest sky and beyond
And cartwheel on shooting stars!
He says he has not slept for five years.
So that not one night goes amiss
In his cell of suffocating walls
With an iron crown and chained feet
On a spiked bed shedding endless tears!

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Strange But True 3 - Ball Of Light

Through my life, I have been plagued
with things I can’t explain.
One night while I was living in Canada,
my parents, my sister and I were walking home,
after going to see a film at a local cinema.
We stopped for a moment to cross a road,
when out of the heavens a ball of light fell,
no larger than a baseball
and disappeared behind a garden wall.
At first we thought it to be a shooting star,
and was about to make a wish,
when the ball of light again appeared.
It now streaked upwards and disappeared
into the night sky among the stars.
Now, I’ve seen plenty of shooting stars,
when they fall they stay put.
Whatever this ball of light was,
it only stayed for a few moments,
before it rose and flew away.
Sometimes as I look at the stars,
and I wonder where the ball of light went.
I had never seen its likes before,
nor have I seen it since.
Just another little mystery
to enter into the scrapbook of my life.

poem by David Harris
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Desires and Disillusions

heaven, grant me my wish
i want a sky, so clear and bright
with stars like pearls in the oceans of galaxies
and a crescent moon that will smile at me

heaven, please make it real
i want that starry night to suddenly turn so dark
and from nowhere i would see a spark
a star will fall and will glitter at my sight

heaven, that star will fulfill my childish wish
and i will wish that she'll be with me tonight
together we will watch the rain of fire
with shooting stars in that starless romantic sky

heaven, grant me my wish
i want a star to send her my message
i want a star so that she won't forget
she will remember forever that flash of my love

heaven, that is my wish
a shooting star for my miss..

poem by Mhawi Rosero
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Well Take The Night

Roy orbison/will jennings/j.d.souther
Baby its hard sometimes to wake and face this life everyday.
Sometimes its bad enough to stop and through the good all away.
Tonight lets put the world aside and let go toghether.
The night is one place we can hide in each others arms.
Dream on forever.
Come on baby,and well take the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is right.
Dreams are shining in a magic light.
Come with me,oh well take the night.
You and me,oh well take the night.
Baby, well take the night.
Look up and let the night unfold.
Hold on to the feeling.
Reach out and let it touch your soul.
And give in to love,love is believing.
Come on baby,and well take the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is right.
Dreams are shining in a magic light.
Come with me,oh well take the night.
You and me,oh well take the night.
If everystar should fall.
And tomorrow lose all meaning.
We would still have had it all.
Its locked away inside our hearts.
There for the dreaming.
Come on baby,and well tale the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is bright.
Dreams are shining in the magic light.
Come with me,oh well take the night.
You and me, oh well take the night.
Come on baby, and well take the night.
While the stars are willing and the moon is bright.
Dream are shining in a magic light.
Come with me, oh well take the night.
You and me,yeah well take the night.

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Our First Date (Tri-fall)

The silence around us
as we see
the stars shooting across the skies...
From this beautiful grus
above me
the stars reflect into your eyes

The moonlight shines on you
in this night
bringing out your amazing smile...
And when the morning dew
comes in sight
our night together was worthwhile

This night was our first date
only us
I'll never forget holding you...
And as we accept fate
with a buss
the start of new love as sparks flew

poem by Adam McKim
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Under A Starry Sky

the perennial darkness
that surrounds me
doesn't allow me to discernl
day from night
i sit in my southwest balcony
edging on such a night
of myriad stars insulating me
from the earthly existence
and when stars descend
to brush past my cheek
i come back to life with a start
thinking you broke all the cruel
barriers to come to me to
plant a tender kiss on my
forlorn cheek on a night as this

now night wraps me
in a blanket of
perpetaul passion

13jan2010
13.36hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Lost Love’s Distance

Flashing, Flashing Lights

Shooting Stars

I Wish

The Quiet Path

Stars, Stars, Stars

A Request To Use The Hubble

Galaxy

Milky Way Galaxy

The Star Splitter

Little Red Light

Telescope

Voyage Through The Night

Stars In The Night

Strange But True 3 - Ball Of Light

Desires and Disillusions

Well Take The Night

Our First Date (Tri-fall)

Under A Starry Sky

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