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Thousands of years you shone Brightest in the beast’s breast The heart of the lion And forming a billion years before The ancients knew you
I want to tell the stars that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the nights I couldn't see. The nights they couldn't see me. Jealous clouds often hiding their beauty. I'm sorry for the nights I stared,
All the world is my stage, but I am not acting. Standing up for what's right and just. Sharing my passions and knowledge, about so many things... astronomy, history, ecology, the world in which we live.
The moon is determined Shining above for the world to see Showing his face in the day Where he is least welcome The moon is determened He smiles broadly in the light of his love
Though until today it was unseen everyone knew your heart was greedy eager to devoure any that came to close But who could have imagined the way it fiercly shines?
One day, we’ll surge past the exosphere, flying at two hundred ninety-nine million seven hundred ninety-two thousand four hundred fifty- nine
The Queen, in all her beauty watch her majasty dangle upside down from the cosmos hands reaching in regret (or vain desire?) frozen in stone and stars cemented in endless astronomy
To most people, a mentor, is a person Mother, father, brother, sister family or friend Rarely are they anything else My mentor neither lives nor breathes; She does not speak or sigh,
The stars cry the hallows of heaven. They declare the name of our Creator. The thin air on the peaks of the mountains, Is the echoed glory of our Savior. The purple-black sky is the shadow cast,
You lasted only 21 years on this 4.5 billion-year-old rock we call Earth. On a universal scale, each second in Earth's time represents 440 years.
If I could find a mirror, I'd clean it through and through. Then, resolutely, I'd show a star to you. While superficially unassuming, Within the glass you'll find Ghosts of a cosmos once blooming;
How many universes are there? Few? Several? Many? What is the exact number? Nobody knows, but one is the safe answer. The cosmos is a large and mysterious place, Filled with untold and undiscovered elements,
From the tumultuous nebula I am born A protostar, volatile, sparking with excitement and fusion, the cold breath of the new year
II looked up and saw a solemn darkness with muted stars that dotted the face of the sky like freckles (nary a constellation in sight!).
The ancient Incans used the dark spots in the milky way as their constellations Instead of depending on the brighter points in the sky They allowed the emptiness to rule their life
Some days I long to be like the ocean Gently drifting in a world of deep blue And exotic life forms. The crest of my waves protect me from the terrors of hate And even at low tide I am still loved.
If I don't know where I'm from, you ask, how will I know where I'm going? Fair enough. Here's my best answer: I am from a little boy crying because I turned his amoeba of green paint into a t-rex.
The beauty of creation sings aloud High praises to the One who reigns above. From swirling galaxies and nebula To splendid, sparkling stars in heaven high, He shows us all His power and His might.
Encapsulated in an island of soot and ash, Shrouded in poisonous smoke, my eyes strain to see the star,
If I could stay up for 30 hours straight, I'd like to float in outer space, Around the revolving Earth below, I'd watch the sunlight scatter into darkness, Along the racing photon beams,
I fill my lungs With the nebulas and stars. Breathe in the frost of the moons, Exhale the rays of the suns. I let my eyes dance like stars In the cosmic heavens above.
Small towns with big voices No wandering sheet music can be found here I have no reason to search for it, I haven’t heard a stray tune The chorus has its prose, and its stories, and I hear them and feel nothing
I am honestly a bit disappointed.
When I look into night, The stars blue and burning wildly but silent, And I wonder of the worlds they light--
The newly forming star, the planets, red and blue, the black holes and white dwarfs, Discover scientific breakthroughs.
The world has turned its face from the Sun, And I don't know if it will turn again. In the dark black I stumbled over the Earth crying-confused Roadburn on my knees, gravel imprints in my gray-pink palms
look up to the sky not bird or a plane just the big blue sky and its nearing night some say the world is hidden without light but, you see, not just the stars come out at night
We are made of star stuff Sagan told me that. He taught me that I’m ancient And am new. God taught me magic lived And breathed and died. He taught me that the sky
Space is coolest in my mind, We are ever searching, And who know's what we'll find? To be an explorer is my wish, to see supernovas, pulsars, and even Pieces the Fish.
Astronomy The blue skies are viewed as the limit But I am not willing to admit That the clouds is where I want to stop There is a universe that goes on forever Just waiting for someone to discover
That night I had caught your eye a few times, but I was choking on my insecurity, words wrapping tightly around my throat. So instead you watched me with an intense gaze
Polaris...so very far awayI see your powerful glimmering greatness shining from the celestial sky.I long to reach and touch the spherical fire burning inside. -----
Like Jupiter, his face always features at least one giant red spot And Saturn's rings have found a second home beneath his eyes The stifling clouds of Venus emanate from his throat
Folly then, not folly now Earth about the sun revolves Aristarchus, show us how Minds resist yet thought evolves Puzzle through the paths so cryptic Crossing orbit and ecliptic Or lean
Zero Hour, 9AM. The ground rushes away from us at untold speed! Atop this giant rocket-propelled bullet we lift from the very sky itself! First stage disengaged!
I envy Gemini. I envy Orion. I envy Virgo.
Why is space so darkif there are so many stars,From depths of eternal nightThirty-seven light years pastUp in the northern skyblue arms reach out from withinleaves of light extending
Dedicated to the man whose quest for wanderers caused him to question that term's definition. ---
The dance of time is a rite of eternity, dynamic and never ending. These unremitting bodies harmoniously cycle, solitarily dissenting their vested round.
I like the intricacies of verse, multiple syllables strewn together in a formal translation, a bump and struggle for quick comprehension before the next lines are said. I’m not interested in vague references
Drops of starlight swimming through the atmosphere, the aquamarine sky swirling above. It's time. Silver seas calm, No breeze through the grasses. It's time.
Space can be compared to anything you might, From a mystical journey to even a sweet delight No one can know Space: friend or foe But even still we try with all our might.
The stars are specks of light, A broken string of scattered pearls, Dandruff, Dust on black velvet, Rice thrown on a wedding day, Snowflakes, White ashes on coal, Pebbles in a riverbed,
The stars they shine, like diamonds in velvet. So grand and so bright way up in the sky. A breeze blew by but I barely felt it. My mind mesmerized by those stars, but why? Then clouds rolled in and I let out a sigh.