Stratosphere of Joy
He whose life that is not well spend,
Have not yet reached the stratosphere,
His mind is not completely bend
That the joy of life is at the end,
But once in his life, he shall go here,
And be with us in the stratosphere.
In May, when sunshine arise
The droppeth of fear subside;
Inter-relating with the God
In the stratosphere of joy,
Where gloominess is out of sight,
And only joyfullness reigns;
Yet amidst the life, He once thought,
That theres no stratosphere of joy,
But now, openminded he is,
He now know he can exist,
In the stratosphere of joy
And dance with glee and joy.
poem by Andre Jose Surigao
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When we deal with questions relating to principles of law and their applications, we do not suddenly rise into a stratosphere of icy certainty.
quote by Charles Evans Hughes
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Some Believe
Some believe 'The end is near'
Some believe to quell their fear
Some believe that Christ is near
Enters soon Earth's stratosphere
(ROTMS)
poem by Ray Lucero
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Civilization... wrecks the planet from seafloor to stratosphere.
quote by Richard Bach
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War is a way of shattering to pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking in the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent.
George Orwell in 1984
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There is no sudden leap into the stratosphere... There is only advancing step by step, slowly and tortuously, up the pyramid towards your goals....
It may well be said that the answer to the question: Of what do the cosmic rays in fact consist before they produce their familiar secondary radiation phenomena in the earth's atmosphere? can only be obtained from numerous measurements in the stratosphere.
quote by Victor Francis Hess
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Sport Yer Feelings
She needs to know anything
Stratosphere
but i've never seen anything out of my block
i was sick when chances were given
If she could teach me her secret dance steps
we'd dance through fields
through lands of sadness
she got a spot
for some blue samba
you're a blessing in disguise
have some rest a day or two
and yer nerves may too
as i'm in
a place which i've never been
since you do not have your lens
you should trust me takin' you there
seems like dance hall but it's a kitchen
seats are free there's no one in there
you're so smart
i'm just stoked
we flow out in the country yard
have some rest
a day or two
and yer nerves may too
song performed by by Yuppie Flu
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Mental Image
Forty words:
Salvation lies far over
the rainbow...
where in time, all spirits fly.
God's blessings never die.
Having lived in this world
through love and sorrow,
at the rainbow I did peer,
imagining a 'Homestead'
of beauty, high above the
stratosphere.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Layers
Above are layers of atmosphere, stratosphere,
Below layers of topsoil, rock and clay,
People in layers rich and poor,
Cities built on top of cities, on top of cities.
Layers of thought conscious to unconscious,
Felt in layers asleep to awake,
In a dream of a dream, of a dream in a dream,
In a dream of a dream, in a dream.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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Smooth Velvet
Bright stars are coming out
the deep dark sky to light.
Glinting from far above
such blackness to ignite.
They beam towards the earth,
from so many miles away.
Worlds that now are empty
of life. They’ve had their day.
Tapestry of diamonds,
on lush smooth velvet seen.
Sparkling, all these jewels,
with the moon in between.
Twinkling with goldenness,
pin points in the blue.
Shining every night-time,
giving an awesome view.
Bright stars are coming out,
the air is fresh and clear.
No clouds to hide their rays,
they pierce the stratosphere.
The heavens are so vast,
with planets everywhere.
Will earth finally be,
another shooting flare.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Guy Has The Best
Guy with no last name is the best,
He is a way, way above the rest.
For they are not in his stratosphere,
He has cute eyes, and a cute rear.
I have the experience I'm totally sincere.
I imagined me flying in to see him,
on one of my many trips,
pay him to be a masseuse
and massage my hips.
Hey, you have to have an entourage
Guy with no last name has a great sausage.
Italian sausage that is,
That was the favorite dinner in my house as a kid.
My cousins where Italians so we picked it up from them.
I digress, yes, Guy is the best, I do confess.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 16,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Pegasus
Lava gouts from the volcano's jagged neck,
hot and thick as a gorgon's blood
and snakes into the sea's cold check,
where seething baleful steam clouds scud.
Pale ashen horse heads for the stratosphere.
Flailing hooves split white moonbeams
scattering red and gold, sear shear,
for the morning and evening sun to glean.
Gentle sweep of noctilucent wings
filters moonlight, blue as fabled springs.
poem by Diane Hine
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Progress
Say yes to a real life ambition, say yes to our hopes and our plans
Forget about your indecision, lets get the beast off our land
A tree that can grow no longer, a beach that has got no sand
I would pay out a kings ransom, if we could just understand
Got your last meal, filled up with pesticide
Hamburger chain third world infanticide
Got robot car your jobs will disappear
Its the politics of a brand new year
Manhattanization is coming, open your eyes if you dare
Carry us on to the crossroads, come to your senses and care
16 million, I cant hear you at all
Some say thats progress
I say thats cruel
You may be safe in your hemisphere
But theres so much junk in the stratosphere
We got our eyes on the firmament, hands on the armaments
Heads full of arguments, and words for our monuments
I wont deny it, can we survive?
Some say thats progress
I say thats cruel.
(moginie/garrett)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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That Moment...when the Button was Pressed Parody Ted HUGHES – Crow
When the button was pressed and the mushroom cloud
finally drifted away
like an ozone layer stripped from the stratosphere
And the only face left in the world
lay melted
between waxed hands sticky with weight,
and the genes were mated forever
and the greens mutated forever
and the shadow-doll lolled upon the gravel
of the abandoned world
Alongside the abandoned gavel
and the bell that tinkled never
God returned to Her drawing-board
to discover the decimal point of error.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Fly For Free
A shimmering scarlet Sun is setting
Forever fading away, begetting
Sparkling silver stars to my sight
Winking wildly on this cloudless night.
You step outside, looking to the sky
Your arms outstretched, trying to fly
So I hoist you up high on strings
My angel without any wings
For someone so heavenly
Should be allowed to fly for free.
Such a happy life follows me
When you are all that I see.
Your heart will never stall
With me you’ll never fall.
Do you see why
I search the sky?
With dreams deep in your eyes
Cast aside all the wherefores and whys
Be showered with petals of flowers
Hearts bonded by affectionate showers.
Open your arms wide to me
A ticket to heaven I guarantee
I will make a stairwell of stars
With moonbeam banister bars
By shaking the sidereal leaf tree
Stellar steps allow you to fly for free.
The stratosphere soaks my skin
Air lifting my spirits within.
You thrill the tranquil
So life never stands still.
Do you see why
I search the sky?
Slumbering stars become a shadow
Trying to eclipse the Sun’s amber glow.
The day has only just begun
But we look for mischief and fun.
Many smiles come from prank’s disaster
So much hot air from our laughter
From being such fools and buffoons
Filling ourselves like helium balloons
Until we ascend with grinning glee
Floating on sunwaves to fly for free.
Set afloat on cloud nine praise,
In the sky our souls liaise.
Only you can pull my smile
Until I look somewhat senile.
Do you see why
I search the sky?
poem by Dale Mullock
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Im Sticking With You
(reed)
Im sticking with you
cos Im made out of glue
Anything that you might do
Im gonna do too
You held up a stage coach in the rain
And Im doing the same
So youre hanging from a tree
And I made believe it was me
Im sticking with you
cos Im made out of glue
Anything that you might do
Im gonna do too
People going to the stratosphere
Soldiers fighting with the cong?
But with you by my side I can do anything
When we swing
We hang past right or wrong
Ill do anything for you
Anything you want me too
Ill do anything for you
Oohoh Im sticking with you
Oohoh Im sticking with you
Oohoh Im sticking with you
Notes: corrected by moenkemeier
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Save Our Sky, Be Ozone-friendly!
Three atoms of Oxygen,
That will make Ozone!
Which is in the Stratosphere,
The Shield’s almost gone.
Absorbing the U-V rays,
That comes from the Sun;
Ozone is so essential,
No more is this fun.
Ozone-holes are increasing,
Stop this if you’re wise;
Blame Man for its depletion,
Skin-Cancer’s on the rise.
Hundred chemicals almost,
Can de-ionize!
Fluro-carbons and Halons,
Mostly terrorize.
These are being widely used,
Phase them out, O Man;
They can cause Cataracts too,
Beware, Ye human.
They cause global-warming, so
Let the Ozone be;
Use those substances only
That’re Ozone- friendly.
September 16 th each year,
Is celebrated always;
As the World’s Day to preserve,
The OZONE LAYER.
BY Dr. JOHN CELES
dedicated to the World Environment Day
poem by John Celes
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PMS Crossing Gender Boundaries
my headaches two three days
in a row couple of days ago...
lots of them end of the previous
month did too much work...
running my marathon gauntlet
amazing miracle record set
333 plus a sonic boom blast
new stratosphere sped horizons lit
read it as a post...
modern syndrome
many of us suffer...
regardless of gender
our Olympic paces effort strides
fleeting frames immortal flames
character mold passion sacrifices
constant aspiring dedication routines
spot real post mission successes
produce differing laurel accolades
earth needs less profit warmongers
more courage nature peace lovers
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Vegas 2000
Year 2000 early spring,
I was staying in
the “City of Sin”.
Staying in hotel
called the “Stratosphere”,
I went to the top,
and looked down with fear.
Now I heard Tom Cruise
took the sky jump down,
I’m afraid of heights,
I don’t want to break my crown,
better to walk around the town.
We walked down the stip,
looking at all things hip,
like the Treasure Island ship.
That was some kind of a show,
a spectacular in itself
with things a glow.
Now many sights we did see,
like 2 parrots flying to their
masters as pretty as can be.
All good things do come to an end,
I had to get back home with my friend.
A baby was crying on the plane
now my birthday was that very day.
I gave her my doll Melodie,
she stopped crying but wouldn’t
give her back to me.
So I played to her like Melodie
needed to sleep by counting sheep,
she then smiled and gave me a wink.
That little incident made my trip,
I should put into a cartoon strip.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.21,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Vegas 2000
Year 2000 early spring,
I was staying in
the “City of Sin”.
Staying in hotel
called the “Stratosphere”,
I went to the top,
and looked down with fear.
Now I heard Tom Cruise
took the sky jump down,
I’m afraid of heights,
I don’t want to break my crown,
better to walk around the town.
We walked down the stip,
looking at all things hip,
like the Treasure Island ship.
That was some kind of a show,
a spectacular in itself
with things a glow.
Now many sights we did see,
like 2 parrots flying to their
masters as pretty as can be.
All good things do come to an end,
I had to get back home with my friend.
A baby was crying on the plane
now my birthday was that very day.
I gave her my doll Melodie,
she stopped crying but wouldn’t
give her back to me.
So I played to her like Melodie
needed to sleep by counting sheep,
she then smiled and gave me a wink.
That little incident made my trip,
I should put into a cartoon strip.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.21,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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