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#1 RoundStars

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Posted 02 April 2011 - 11:56 AM

I stumbled across this today while Googling something or other.



ORION

Eight stars pin
his frame
to the night.
He lies just above
the trainyard,
almost ready
to rouse.

Not quite yet.

Eight silent silver bells
take all evening
to stand
just as our star
fades him
back to sky.

Lauren Gunderson

#2 rick rian

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Posted 02 April 2011 - 07:10 PM

Very nice, thanks for posting that. :waytogo:

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Posted 10 April 2011 - 07:01 AM

I think that I shall never see
an Ethos that belongs to me
the mind, the eye, the soul say yes
the wallet though, still screams ES

#4 Astrojensen

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Posted 21 June 2011 - 03:42 AM

:funny:

Good one cheapersleeper!


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Posted 11 July 2011 - 05:32 PM

I stumbled across this today while Googling something or other.



ORION

Eight stars pin
his frame
to the night.
He lies just above
the trainyard,
almost ready
to rouse.

Not quite yet.

Eight silent silver bells
take all evening
to stand
just as our star
fades him
back to sky.

Lauren Gunderson


Thanks for sharing this - I was pleasantly surprised.

(Cheapersleeper - a nicely executed piece of doggerel - and I am a great admirer of doggerel!)

#6 David Knisely

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Posted 12 July 2011 - 01:16 AM

Here is mine:

A MARTIAN FACE-OFF

On planet Mars, on ancient plains
there sits a feature, somewhat strange.
A geologic oddity,
to interest those from Planet Three.

From orbit high, the Viking probe
took stock of all which lay below.
To find a site for a fragile lander,
it took some shots which raised some dander.

One image of the northern lands
in Cydonia Mensae's desolation,
showed a knobby hill of oval form
which has acquired a reputation.

Just two-point-six kilometers
in length, and two in width,
its resemblance to a human face
is crude, but hard to miss.

Uneven eyes, a lumpy brow,
an angled mouth, as if to scowl,
make this low hill no monument,
except to those who "wish" for it.

The scientists who first spied this feature,
saw not the hand of intelligent creatures.
On a cold cratered world of dust and stone
this "face" appeared fashioned by nature alone.

But those who wished for alien nations,
refused to consider this explanation.
With no hard facts to support their inklings,
they abandoned much of their critical thinking.

They accepted on faith that the "face" was intended
to show that red Mars was once quite inhabited.
But "their" city of stone with its pyramids and vistas,
still looks like a bunch of low mountains and mesas.

These "believers" took data from each Viking image,
and numerically crunched it to get a new visage,
with conjured detail and more constitution,
well beyond Viking's camera's true resolution!

They measured up angles, lengths and some distance,
to build up support for "their" Martians' existance.
Neglecting to notice, in a great show of comedy,
that what they had done was just mere numerology.

Some cooked up conspiracy plots in abundance
to explain Mars Observer's quick disappearance.
They once again failed in their efforts, so labored,
to notice that spaceflight is still prone to failure.

And then came Mars Global Surveyor's first picture
of Cydonia's illustrious "mystery" feature,
with resolution ten times that of old Viking's portraits,
to reveal all the details, and to end all the nonsense.

The image showed what science long ago had concluded;
this "face" is just natural; an old mesa eroded,
with worn rocky ridges, some cracks, and, at last,
no hint of the Martians, either present or past.

And still, Mars sits silently, waiting for history
to push mankind's science to solve its great mysteries.
Yet the "face" does indeed have a message to some:
"Please leave all of the crackpots behind when you come.".


David Knisely
D.W.K. 4/7/98

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Posted 04 September 2011 - 05:44 PM

I think that I shall never see
an Ethos that belongs to me
the mind, the eye, the soul say yes
the wallet though, still screams ES


Great--and to think I used to believe that your screen name was just a joke. :lol:

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Posted 13 October 2011 - 07:24 PM

My Star

All that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
(like an angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
Now a dart of blue ;
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue !
Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled :
They must solace themselves with Saturn above it,
What matter to me if their star is a world ?
Mine has opened its soul to me ; therefore I love it.

Robert Browning

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Posted 08 November 2011 - 10:27 PM

I think that I shall never see
an Ethos that belongs to me
the mind, the eye, the soul say yes
the wallet though, still screams ES


:lol: Your poem fits very well your posted philosophy. :lol:

#10 Wes James

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Posted 17 November 2011 - 06:07 PM

Here's one my wife wrote for an astro-themed poetry challenge on one of her poetry forums:

Hubble

Far beyond
the realm of Earth
I fly
collecting light,
the birth of stars
and eons past, unfolding
in the mirror of my eye.

Coaxing from those frames
universal timelines-
fourteen billion years and counting

as I sip

galaxies and nebulae
in Ritchey-Chrétien Cassegrain
acts of requisition

digital data
transferred
back to earth
from apertures that widen-
wonder stretched
across the widest field.

Concave and convex
to catch a million miracles
in glass ground to infintismal shine-
spherical aberrations corrected.

Defining Galileo’s dream
to see more, see farther, see deeper-

buoyant on the breath
of God’s own sigh.



She is not into astronomy... she just had to go with a topic and research it.

#11 Kaelin

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Posted 06 December 2011 - 10:56 PM

My reply to the original post here arrives late in the year, but since we're in the season,
I offer my parody of “A Visit of St. Nicholas” —-with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore

‘Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through his house
A stargazer was stirring, clicking his mouse;
His mounting set up in the backyard with care,
In hopes that clearing skies soon would be there.

He could’ve been nestled all snug in his bed,
But visions of nebulae danced in his head;
And grabbing a kerchief to dust a lens from its cap,
He caffeined his brain to shun a long winter’s nap--

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
He sprang from his chair to see what was the matter:
Away to his set-up he flew like a flash,
Hoping his ‘scope didn’t loosen and crash.

The moon, on the breast of new-fallen snow,
Gave a luster of mid-day to objects, ya’ know:
When, what to his wandering eyes should appear,
But a case full of eyepieces amid his old gear;
Fellow geeks always bought these, so lively and quick,
He knew in a moment they’d all be heartsick.
More lenses he now owned and savored his claim,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name--
“Now, Brandon! now, Nagler! now, Ethos! and Vixen!
No coma! Flat fields! Star parties I’m blitzin’;
To the top of each planet, to the top of Straight Wall,
I’ll dash to see nebulae, faraway all!”

He gathered his new gear, so pleased he might cry,
And carried all to his ‘scope, its mount to the sky,
So, up past his house-top his ‘scope aimed anew,
A case full of lenses—and such neat stuff too.

With stars all a-twinkling from heat off the roof,
The night sky unveiled its warp and its woof;
As he drew up a chair, and was turning around,
Down next to his ‘scope the ‘gazer came with a bound.

His parka lined in fur
From his head to his foot,
And his clothes came all furnished
With pockets to boot:
This new bunch of toys
He now kept near his back,
And he thrilled like a youngster
As he opened his pack;
His eyes how they twinkled!
Each eyepiece how merry--
Were just what he wanted,
Whence they came he was wary;
Ev’ry ocular gleamed
Each drawn up with a bow,
Who could’ve left them and
Left no tracks in the snow?

He thought for a bit
Of this season of year,
And thought it unlikely he’d
Earned such good cheer.
Still he was thankful
And humbled quite by it;
He vowed to do better
And stay on a diet.

He was chubby and plump--
His right jolly old self;
From too much late snacking
In spite of himself.
A wink of his eye,
And a twist of his head,
Soon gave him to know
Where each eyepiece might thread.

He spoke not a word,
But went straight to his work,
And logged all his sightings:
Then turned with a jerk,
And laying his pencil
Aside of his prose,
And giving a nod,
To his warm room he rose.
He sprang to its desk,
Jotted notes in a whistle,
And away he then flew
To look through a Plössl:
But all heard him exclaim
Ere he gazed in the night,
“Merry Christmas to all,
And to all A Clear Night.”

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Posted 08 December 2011 - 12:56 PM

Well done, Roy!

:applause: :applause: :applause:

Thanks! :bow:

#13 Kaelin

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Posted 08 December 2011 - 08:06 PM

You're welcome, Rick. Had fun putting that together.

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Posted 22 December 2011 - 12:51 AM

Here's one from Robert Frost. I like the middle verse.

Choose Something Like a Star

O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud --
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.

Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says "I burn."
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.

It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats' Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.

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Posted 27 December 2011 - 10:52 PM

This is taped to the tube of my scope. I put it there to always remind myself that it is the beauty of the heavens that keeps me interested in astronomy.

Walt Whitman
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WHEN I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
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Posted 28 December 2011 - 11:37 AM

Nice one Ed, always liked Whitman. Here's the last four lines from "The Song of Wandering Aengus" by Yeats:

...And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

The full poem is beautiful and not entirely astronomy themed. See here: http://www.bartleby.com/146/9.html

Here's a haunting rendering by Donovan Leitch, (Album: HMS Donovan, 1971)
http://www.youtube.c...h?v=UQUT6mS0eY8

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Posted 06 January 2012 - 04:57 PM

With the full moon's impending arrival, I am reminded of a planetarium program I wrote many years ago titled "Myths and Mysteries of the Moon." It was a show that explored lunar mythology and the discoveries of the Apollo program. It ended with the following text:
"There are special nights when each of us has gazed upon the Moon and felt its fascination. Sometimes, when I search for the location where the astronauts first landed, I feel a tinge of sadness.
Poor, Moon. You are the smaller, hand-me-down world, dressed in somber grays - dull compared to your beautiful sister bedecked in blue and white. In her ocean's mirror, you are forever forced to see a battered and scarred reflection.
On Earth, breezes blow and the air is filled with the sounds of life. On the Moon, the only caress comes from the hot, atomic wind of the sun and there is no sound - only silence. For what seemed an eternity you have been a dead world. Then suddenly, for just a brief moment, we reached out from our planet and the Moon became "alive." With that one touch, our ages old companion would be forever changed. Until we return, keep to your cold course through the silent, star-filled night. Until then, mysterious Moon."

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Posted 10 January 2012 - 09:37 PM



SIRIUS CONSIDERATIONS

A stellar dance in field of view
Observers call "bad seeing."
Shifting colors, shimmered hues
Their ire guaranteeing.

Cool their newts and aim their dobs
To fix this star of magnitude
Which restless tweaking of those knobs
Adjusts both az and attitude?

Main sequence star of steady light
With tiny white dwarf double-
What cause, this muti-colored blight
Astronomers deem trouble?

Spectographers asure all variance
Is optical illusion,
Blame atomspheres of humid air
For mass photon confusion.

If stellar turmoil here below
In paint and mirrored diction
Reflects more of a rosy glow,
Forgive--art being a fiction.

Of astro-physic principals,
A poet had no inkling-
But penned his lines to Mozart's song
Because he loved your twinkling.

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#19 Matthew Ota

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Posted 31 January 2012 - 03:35 PM

Twinkle Twinkle little star
Now I know just what you are

...cuz I study astronomy.

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Posted 05 April 2013 - 05:32 PM

Found in an old observatory manual...



Night




MYSTERIOUS Night! When our first parent knew
Thee, from report divine, and heard thy name,
Did he not tremble for this lovely Frame,
This glorious canopy of Light and Blue?
Yet, ’neath a curtain of translucent dew,
Bathed in the rays of the great setting Flame,
Hesperus, with the Host of Heaven, came,
And lo! Creation widened on Man’s view.

Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed
Within thy beams, O Sun! or who could find,
Whilst flower and leaf and insect stood revealed,
That to such countless orbs thou mad’st us blind!
Why do we then shun Death with anxious strife?
If Light can thus deceive, wherefore not Life?

By Joseph Blanco White

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Posted 01 November 2013 - 10:45 AM

I have a short one:

The City of Lights is a rare place to find
Where people do not swarm the streets
And street-lights do not gaze down at them, endlessly.
It is a peaceful place
Lit up,
Not by artificial desire
But the silent midnight cloud,
Of a Bright, Celestial Fire

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Posted 16 November 2013 - 03:48 AM

Jupiter and Ten

Mrs. Chub was rich and portly,
Mrs. Chub was very grand,
Mrs. Chub was always reckoned
A lady in the land.

You shall see her marble mansion
In a very stately square, --
Mr. C. knows what it cost him,
But that's neither here nor there.

Mrs. Chub was so sagacious,
Such a patron of the arts,
And she gave such foreign orders,
That she won all foreign hearts.

Mrs. Chub was always talking,
When she went away from home,
Of a prodigious painting
Which had just arrived from Rome.

"Such a treasure," she insisted,
"One might never see again!"
"What's the subject?" we inquired.
"It is Jupiter and Ten!"

"Ten what?" we blandly asked her,
For the knowledge we did lack.
"Ah! that I cannot tell you,
But the name is on the back.

"There it stands in printed letters.
Come tomorrow, gentlemen,
Come and see our spending painting,
Our fine Jupiter and Ten."

When Mrs. Chub departed,
Our brains we all did rack,--
She could not be mistaken,
For the name was on the back.

So we begged a great Professor
To lay aside his pen,
And give some information
Touching "Jupiter and Ten."

And we pondered well the subject,
And our Lemprière we turned,
To discover what the Ten were;
But we could not, though we burned!

But when we saw the picture,--
Oh, Mrs. Chub! Oh, fie! Oh!
We perused the printed label,
And 'twas Jupiter and Io!

by James T. Fields (1817-1881), found in Anthology of American
Poetry, pp. 234-235, edited by George Gesner, Published by Avenel
Books / Crown Publishers, New York, 1983

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Posted 24 November 2013 - 01:41 PM

I originally wrote this in swedish but did a quick translation for fun.

Interstellar voyage

Towards unknown star we travel
our vessel like a needle
by speed of light
traversing the stellar ocean

In sarcophagi we lie
frozen in rows so long
protected against the time that passes
our destination takes many years

At last we are awakened
thawing after all this time
this is our new home
we are so alone






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