SATURN'S RINGS

The rocky rings that surround
Saturn’s floating sphere
Will always man astound
On our small planet here.

We know so little about
The content of these rings,
Are they, gas, ice or rock,
Metal or other things?


The sun, whose prism light
Is cast upon the rings
Presents an eerie sigh
Visions of our dreams.

Man has, through the ages,
Viewed them mysteriously.
Studied and contemplated
And wondered quite seriously

What has caused these formations
In the quiet black of space
Among other creations
In this desolate, soundless place?

ODE TO THE COSMOS

The Cosmos is a collection of magnificent sights,
Of burning suns, like campfire lights.

Nebulae stretch into a spider web cloud
Of incandescent dust, scattering out..

The sedulous planets cast a silvery glow
From light reflecting from pole to pole.

Against the dark void, stars flicker and burn
As nearby planets forever turn.

Comets of colored gas blaze a spectacular trail
Past solar systems and stars they sail.

The galaxies__foggy, whirling spirals of light,
Like a milky helix of thriving life.

Radio waves broadcast a magnetic song
Emptying into space, then forever gone.

White dwarfs and red giants populate the night
Bursting super novas…………..a recycling of life.

To the Cosmos, with jubilant exultation
Where “Life” is an eternal celebration.

AFTERMATH

America, America”…………………………….
Gone are your “amber waves of grain”
For now those “beautiful, spacious skies”
Give us radioactive rain.

Those “purple mountain majesties”…………….
Are blown to dust again.
No more “fruited plains” for now
“Life” is deadly dust in the wind.

“America, America”…………………………..
What will become of you?
The nuclear war of yesterday
Destroyed all, but a few.

“America, America”………………………..
We survivors are a small lot.
YES, MAN CAN SURVIVE A NUCLEAR WAR,
But my question is:
FOR WHAT?

The Last Day

Enraptured by the veiling fog
Walking on this cosmic bog,
Amethyst clouds enshroud my vision_
Ahead I see a slight division
Of coral land that rises high,
Into the glowing orchid sky.

It’s so pleasant being here,
No smog, no crime, no hate, no fear.

Drifting softly lavender clouds
That linger so close to the ground.
This place is like a Shangri La.
It’s beauty leave me quite in awe.

But soon our mother ship arrives
To take us back…..back in time,
To old earth as it was before
It had it’s last and final war.

We were sent here long ago,
By a time-machine, you know.
It brought us safe and quickly to
This sphere of lavender and blue.

To keep us safe from earth’s demise,
Sometimes I wonder if it is wise
To return “home” after so many years,
I guess we have the same old fears.

Earth won’t be the same to us
Because when we return, I trust
It will be before we were born
On some sunny, cheerful morn.

When earth was calm and bright and new.

As I stroll across my misty world
For the last time, my mind unfurled,
Absorbing every sound and smell
Upon this planet on which I dwell.

So that my memory will hold
All these things my heart enfolds
When I return to planet earth
And gaze across it’s width and girth

I’ll remember……….
THE LAST DAY

The Telescope

I built this telescope with dreams.
Through the lens I can see the future.
The mirror holds reflections of man’s conquests.
The length of the tube is the endlessness of space…
The total sum of which is the destiny of man.