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“Make Believe
When I wake up in the morning
Not all is what it seems
I drift through a world of make believe
Between my real life and my dreams.
Strange Adventures from the space book
That I read the night before
Crowd in upon on my drowsiness
Through imagination's door.
Between sleeping and waking
The alarm clock's jangalang cry
Becomes the roaring fire-railed rocket
That hurls me through the sky.
My bed's a silver spacecraft
Which I pilot all alone
Whisp'ring through endless stratospheres
Towards planets still unknown.
Outside through the mists of morning
The spinning lights of cars
In my make-believe space voyage
Become eternities of stars.
Is that my mother calling something
That my dreams can't understand?
Or can it be crackling instructions
From far off Mission Command?
Gareth Owen”
―
When I wake up in the morning
Not all is what it seems
I drift through a world of make believe
Between my real life and my dreams.
Strange Adventures from the space book
That I read the night before
Crowd in upon on my drowsiness
Through imagination's door.
Between sleeping and waking
The alarm clock's jangalang cry
Becomes the roaring fire-railed rocket
That hurls me through the sky.
My bed's a silver spacecraft
Which I pilot all alone
Whisp'ring through endless stratospheres
Towards planets still unknown.
Outside through the mists of morning
The spinning lights of cars
In my make-believe space voyage
Become eternities of stars.
Is that my mother calling something
That my dreams can't understand?
Or can it be crackling instructions
From far off Mission Command?
Gareth Owen”
―
“But who can quantify
the algebra of space,
or weigh those worlds that swim
each in its place?
Who can outdo the dark?
And what computer knows
how beauty comes to birth -
shell star and rose?
-Technicians by Jean Kenward”
―
the algebra of space,
or weigh those worlds that swim
each in its place?
Who can outdo the dark?
And what computer knows
how beauty comes to birth -
shell star and rose?
-Technicians by Jean Kenward”
―
“The Tenth Planet
There was this buoyant blue balloon
That felt a little spare.
It had been given life on Earth,
Was puffed with human air.
It bumped into a telescope
And glanced at outer space;
It thought it saw some more balloons
Each with a friendly face.
It gazed on all the planets
That lay beyond the moon:
Mars, Jupiter, Saturn,
Uranus and Neptune.
And further out was Pluto.
A cold and distant sphere;
That had to be the target,
The lonliest by far.
So the balloon floated upwards,
Sneaked through the Earth's thick clouds;
Saw stars above get closer
And, down below, the crowds.
The Earth itself got smaller,
A mottled ball of blue;
It too was balloon-like
From a certain point of view.
Out, out into the darkness
The balloon kept to its course.
It kept away from comets
Speeding among the stars.
Mars was red and arid,
Jupiter was gas,
Saturn's rings were brilliant,
Uranus a great mass.
Neptune was a freezeup
And - furthest out of all -
Pluto, the ninth planet,
A revolving snowball.
Past Pluto was a dark spot
Where a planet ought to be
The balloon took its position
To orbit endlessly.
Back on Earth astronomers
Studied evidence of a new, 10th planet
And called it Providence.
They say they'll send a spaceprobe
To Providence quite soon;
They'll either find some sign of life
Or burst their own balloon.
Alan Bold”
―
There was this buoyant blue balloon
That felt a little spare.
It had been given life on Earth,
Was puffed with human air.
It bumped into a telescope
And glanced at outer space;
It thought it saw some more balloons
Each with a friendly face.
It gazed on all the planets
That lay beyond the moon:
Mars, Jupiter, Saturn,
Uranus and Neptune.
And further out was Pluto.
A cold and distant sphere;
That had to be the target,
The lonliest by far.
So the balloon floated upwards,
Sneaked through the Earth's thick clouds;
Saw stars above get closer
And, down below, the crowds.
The Earth itself got smaller,
A mottled ball of blue;
It too was balloon-like
From a certain point of view.
Out, out into the darkness
The balloon kept to its course.
It kept away from comets
Speeding among the stars.
Mars was red and arid,
Jupiter was gas,
Saturn's rings were brilliant,
Uranus a great mass.
Neptune was a freezeup
And - furthest out of all -
Pluto, the ninth planet,
A revolving snowball.
Past Pluto was a dark spot
Where a planet ought to be
The balloon took its position
To orbit endlessly.
Back on Earth astronomers
Studied evidence of a new, 10th planet
And called it Providence.
They say they'll send a spaceprobe
To Providence quite soon;
They'll either find some sign of life
Or burst their own balloon.
Alan Bold”
―
“The geometry of sky
extends its angles. Look,
beyond the hemisphere
of pen and book.
Technicians by Jean Kenward”
―
extends its angles. Look,
beyond the hemisphere
of pen and book.
Technicians by Jean Kenward”
―
“Supposing
A sinister spacecraft came down on the field,
And a hatch in the saucer slid back and revealed -
A nightmare of Martians, all grey and green streaks,
And they each had three legs and three eyes and three beaks!
...
Eric Finney”
―
A sinister spacecraft came down on the field,
And a hatch in the saucer slid back and revealed -
A nightmare of Martians, all grey and green streaks,
And they each had three legs and three eyes and three beaks!
...
Eric Finney”
―
“The Doomed Spaceman
...
And now I'm lost in the heavens
My meanderings
Further immeasurably flung than Saturn's
Exquisite rings
Into space that's unutterabl lovely with misted light
And every dusk is a dawn and every
Day is as night.
...
Ted Walker”
―
...
And now I'm lost in the heavens
My meanderings
Further immeasurably flung than Saturn's
Exquisite rings
Into space that's unutterabl lovely with misted light
And every dusk is a dawn and every
Day is as night.
...
Ted Walker”
―
“The Eagle Has Landed
The airlock swings open -
Behold! A new world:
obsidian black sky
lit by the sun's
fierce glare.
Inch
Down the ladder -
The first man on the moon!*
Look!
The first footprint.
Listen!
The first word
splitting the still dead silence.
Dead dust
dead rock
dead black sky
A dead dead world.
Zombie in a moontrance I*
trip
stumble
fall
rise
before the slow dust settles.
Adrian Rumble”
―
The airlock swings open -
Behold! A new world:
obsidian black sky
lit by the sun's
fierce glare.
Inch
Down the ladder -
The first man on the moon!*
Look!
The first footprint.
Listen!
The first word
splitting the still dead silence.
Dead dust
dead rock
dead black sky
A dead dead world.
Zombie in a moontrance I*
trip
stumble
fall
rise
before the slow dust settles.
Adrian Rumble”
―
“to define yourself. Instead of I am not good enough to get accepted, replace it with I am good enough. Teach your outer self to recognize the unlimited potential of your inner self. In this way, you imaginations can become reality. 45.- Stress and anxiety only exist in your mind”
― Wayne Dyer: 50+ Wayne Dyer Best Life Lessons
― Wayne Dyer: 50+ Wayne Dyer Best Life Lessons
“Retired
...
And he could hardly believe it
that in his helmet
and his bulky space suit
he'd stirred that far dust.
Iain Crichton Smith”
―
...
And he could hardly believe it
that in his helmet
and his bulky space suit
he'd stirred that far dust.
Iain Crichton Smith”
―
“The Beautiful Strangers
...
Poets are cosmic
...
James Kirkup”
―
...
Poets are cosmic
...
James Kirkup”
―
“A man without decision of character can never be said to belong to himself . . . . He belongs to whatever can make captive of him.”
―
―
“The Doomed Spaceman
...
Weightless, helpless, I'm locked on a track I can't reverse;
For once glimpse of home, I would give back the universe.
Constellation by constellation,
I journey through. My destination
Nowhere but death.
Ted Walker”
―
...
Weightless, helpless, I'm locked on a track I can't reverse;
For once glimpse of home, I would give back the universe.
Constellation by constellation,
I journey through. My destination
Nowhere but death.
Ted Walker”
―
“On some other planet
in some other time zone,
there are intelligent beings
who feel very much alone.
On some other planet
one that we can't see,
there must be one person
who's a duplicate of me.
John Rice”
―
in some other time zone,
there are intelligent beings
who feel very much alone.
On some other planet
one that we can't see,
there must be one person
who's a duplicate of me.
John Rice”
―
“Man and Height
7.7 million pounds of thrust
pushing Apollo 16 up into
the speechless oceans of space.
Its exhaust plume disappeared
about 4 to 5 miles up, and
turning from the television
I saw my baby son achieving
a record 5 building bricks high.
John Rice”
―
7.7 million pounds of thrust
pushing Apollo 16 up into
the speechless oceans of space.
Its exhaust plume disappeared
about 4 to 5 miles up, and
turning from the television
I saw my baby son achieving
a record 5 building bricks high.
John Rice”
―
“We’ve learned,” he says, “that over the history of our planet, Earth and life have co-evolved. Changes in the environment affect life, and changes in life can transform the environment. This is a lesson to ponder as we think about our future as well as our past.”
—Andrew H. Knoll PhD—
From—Cambrian Ocean World: Ancient Sea Life of North America (Life of the Past).****couldn’t find this title****”
―
—Andrew H. Knoll PhD—
From—Cambrian Ocean World: Ancient Sea Life of North America (Life of the Past).****couldn’t find this title****”
―
“Song in Space
When man first flew beyond the sky
He looked back into the world's blue eye.
Man said: What makes your eye so blue?
Earth said: The tears in the ocean do.
Why are the seas so full of tears?
Because I've wept so many thousand years.
Why do you weep as you dance through space?
Because I'm the Mother of the Human Race.
Adrian Mitchell”
―
When man first flew beyond the sky
He looked back into the world's blue eye.
Man said: What makes your eye so blue?
Earth said: The tears in the ocean do.
Why are the seas so full of tears?
Because I've wept so many thousand years.
Why do you weep as you dance through space?
Because I'm the Mother of the Human Race.
Adrian Mitchell”
―
“Rockets and Quasars
Rockets and quasars
Planets and stars.
I'm fed up with Earth
So I'll see you on Mars.
John Rice”
―
Rockets and quasars
Planets and stars.
I'm fed up with Earth
So I'll see you on Mars.
John Rice”
―
“Help me, Lord, I'm slipping through.
Help me, Lord, I'm falling.
I'm being pulled in to a dense black hole from which there's no returning.
It's yawning wide; it's sucking me in, but there's nothing to see. It's black as sin.
Help me, Lord, I'm sinking down.
Help me, Lord, I'm drowning...
Adrian Rumble”
―
Help me, Lord, I'm falling.
I'm being pulled in to a dense black hole from which there's no returning.
It's yawning wide; it's sucking me in, but there's nothing to see. It's black as sin.
Help me, Lord, I'm sinking down.
Help me, Lord, I'm drowning...
Adrian Rumble”
―
“A Close Encounter
...
You are welcome to visit our land, if you can.
Step inside, Earthling. Do not be afraid.
We have ideas to exchange and thoughts to trade.
There is much to be learned from each other.
...
Adrian Rumble”
―
...
You are welcome to visit our land, if you can.
Step inside, Earthling. Do not be afraid.
We have ideas to exchange and thoughts to trade.
There is much to be learned from each other.
...
Adrian Rumble”
―
“There is no need to stand for what is right. People are entitled to their own opinion and they are right in their own way. By choosing to be kind, you avoid the conflict of explaining why you are right. You are only feeding your ego for justifying the reasons why you are right. Choosing to be kind means accepting the reasons why people do what they do. By living your life in this manner, you drive away hostility and”
― Wayne Dyer: 50+ Wayne Dyer Best Life Lessons
― Wayne Dyer: 50+ Wayne Dyer Best Life Lessons
“Count Down
A ten wolf pack
On a nine tree hill
Howls eight notes
That shiver the seven skins of man
And make him try to kill
By counting
The six hours to dawn
On his five-fingered hands,
Whilst four legs scuttle
From the skill of the howl
To the three-dimensional dark
Of a hole
Watched by two measuring eyes
Of an owl.
So the one moon
Is hunted down the round sky.
Night, wolves and moon
Are over the hill,
by and gone.
The count down is done.
The sun
Rockets into sight,
Begins its climb
In a giddy light
As ten birds sing
On a nine tree hill...
Julie Holder”
―
A ten wolf pack
On a nine tree hill
Howls eight notes
That shiver the seven skins of man
And make him try to kill
By counting
The six hours to dawn
On his five-fingered hands,
Whilst four legs scuttle
From the skill of the howl
To the three-dimensional dark
Of a hole
Watched by two measuring eyes
Of an owl.
So the one moon
Is hunted down the round sky.
Night, wolves and moon
Are over the hill,
by and gone.
The count down is done.
The sun
Rockets into sight,
Begins its climb
In a giddy light
As ten birds sing
On a nine tree hill...
Julie Holder”
―
“At last, in the year 2000, the report of an Independent Council proved it beyond refute that Hillary Clinton was very much a part of the incident and that she had provided factually false information. But as earlier there was insufficient evidence to indict her because of her claim that she hadn’t known at that time that the information was false or that it would result in the loss of employment of many people. Filegate”
― Hillary Clinton: The Top 25 Reasons She Should Not Be Elected President
― Hillary Clinton: The Top 25 Reasons She Should Not Be Elected President
“Epitaphs for some Space Beasts
...
He died because he split his skin.
He should have opened first the tin!
The sharp-toothed CATTYBAT lies here.
It bit a thousand legs each year.
One night while dreaming in its bed
It bit itself and woke up dead!
...
Wes Magee”
―
...
He died because he split his skin.
He should have opened first the tin!
The sharp-toothed CATTYBAT lies here.
It bit a thousand legs each year.
One night while dreaming in its bed
It bit itself and woke up dead!
...
Wes Magee”
―
“The Spacefarer
This account is true
In event
And of myself.
Light years of traveling
The darkness
Have left only I,
Writing on dumb screens
Words too loud to voice.
My thoughts strike
The anvil of silence
And no spark is made.
I cower in the silence
That crashes around me.
I am frightened at my own being
Hudded against controls
That guide the ship
Through seeds and stones of fire
That does not warm me.
No one who has not known it
Can imagine the coldness
Of the absence of the sun.
We found no life
That had shadows
Or could speak to us.
I grive for my kind,
For landscapes and horizons,
For the lusty life of animals.
I hold myself in my arms.
I drink my tears
Because I cannot bear
To lose them.
The course is set
But will I stay it?
No being out of its world mould
Can truly know the journey's end.
I sing no more.
I still my hope with my fear,
I still my body
Not to draw the eye of imagine fate.
Will I dare this way again?
My heart misses its wandering beat.
I am bringing the treasured bodies
Of my brothers
Back to their birth planet.
Will the Earth Race
Be at home to us
When I knock?
Julie Holder”
―
This account is true
In event
And of myself.
Light years of traveling
The darkness
Have left only I,
Writing on dumb screens
Words too loud to voice.
My thoughts strike
The anvil of silence
And no spark is made.
I cower in the silence
That crashes around me.
I am frightened at my own being
Hudded against controls
That guide the ship
Through seeds and stones of fire
That does not warm me.
No one who has not known it
Can imagine the coldness
Of the absence of the sun.
We found no life
That had shadows
Or could speak to us.
I grive for my kind,
For landscapes and horizons,
For the lusty life of animals.
I hold myself in my arms.
I drink my tears
Because I cannot bear
To lose them.
The course is set
But will I stay it?
No being out of its world mould
Can truly know the journey's end.
I sing no more.
I still my hope with my fear,
I still my body
Not to draw the eye of imagine fate.
Will I dare this way again?
My heart misses its wandering beat.
I am bringing the treasured bodies
Of my brothers
Back to their birth planet.
Will the Earth Race
Be at home to us
When I knock?
Julie Holder”
―
