Open Poetry #40 |
Hotline to NASA |
Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
“Hello, Astronomer, Sky lost a celestial object Which shines at the midnight Nothing since is quite perfect Without its radiant red light And it is the only gleam of beam For people who lost their dream. “ Nonsense. The moon is there Glaring its fine flair And graceful as usual, In her cheerful single stare. With my dear Hubble The image is much clearer. “sir, It is not the gaudy rock Changing face around clock It is the Mars, sir, The one always enchants my heart” Come to our observatory, lady I show you the clearest picture With the most advanced telescope To see the finest structure. “Sir,no measure is as sensitive as my feelings.” |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
I particularly LOVE the last line!: “Sir, no measure is as sensitive as my feelings.” Applause! |
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poettothecars Senior Member
since 2006-02-10
Posts 1093New Zealand |
seeing is believing or just to see in such belief a poet who cares |
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Andrew Sewell Junior Member
since 2007-04-16
Posts 24County Durham, England |
I really enjoyed the read, a very charming poem. Andrew |
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ScottHughes New Member
since 2007-04-03
Posts 3 |
Thanks for posting that! We all want to travel the stars. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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