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Stay,
tell the story,
of this odd array,
the lies of glory

A lifetime ago,
would you stay
and love me
or answer, Nay?

If you've found another
and go away.
Please don't leave.
I beg you to stay.

Long ago,
far in our past,
the plains, were
covered with
Seas of grass.
Blowing winds,
helped move the seeds,
choosing land, barren,
well in need of ground cover.
From little seeds,
the grasses awoke,
spreading roots,
to nourish
the land,
"America the Beautiful."

I love you so.
Yes, you and you.
I know not your name
or what you do.

Understand, please,
at this advancing age,
wanting grandchildren,
to turn the page.

No more the offspring,
to adore and nourish,
growing with a love,
we can cherish.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Venus and Jupiter may have caught your attention lately. The impending close conjunction of the two brightest planets visible in clear evening skies has been hard to miss. With Jupiter at the top, starting on February 21 and ending on March 2, their close approach is chronicled daily, left to right, in these panels recorded from Dhanbad, India. Near the western horizon, the evening sky colors and exposures used for each panel depend on the local conditions near sunset. On February 22, Jupiter and Venus were joined by the young crescent Moon. The celestial pair appeared to be only the width of a full moon apart by March 2. Of course on that date the two planets were physically separated by over 600 million kilometers in their orbits around the Sun. In the coming days Jupiter will slowly settle into the glare at sunset, but Venus will continue to move farther from the Sun in the western sky to excel in its current role as the brilliant evening star. Jupiter & Venus Conjunction Gallery: Notable Submissions to APOD

Photo by Soumyadeep Mukherjee

Why are there thoughts,
still stuck in my head,
as I'm trying to sleep,
on top of my bed.

I am tired now,
having nothing to say.
Please leave me alone,
my mind is in dismay.

Come sit with me,
here on the floor.
I will tell you stories,
from the days of yore.

Tales of an early
sunrise,
when day is abloom,
with a million sighs,

Sighs of I love you,
fill the morning air.
Words of joy,
none of despair.

Words which capture,
what you have done,
in the early morning,
with heat from the Sun.

Whence came I,
buffoon, which I am?
Are my emotions, playthings,
for this wretch of a man?

Please spare me the trouble,
don't waste my time.
If you don't like me,
I'll sit here and whine.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

In 185 AD, Chinese astronomers recorded the appearance of a new star in the Nanmen asterism. That part of the sky is identified with Alpha and Beta Centauri on modern star charts. The new star was visible to the naked-eye for months, and is now thought to be the earliest recorded supernova. This deep telescopic view reveals the wispy outlines of emission nebula RCW 86, just visible against the starry background, understood to be the remnant of that stellar explosion. Captured by the wide-field Dark Energy Camera operating at Cerro Tololo Inter-American Observatory in Chile, the image traces the full extent of a ragged shell of gas ionized by the still expanding shock wave. Space-based images indicate an abundance of the element iron in RCW 86 and the absence of a neutron star or pulsar within the remnant, suggesting that the original supernova was Type Ia. Unlike the core collapse supernova explosion of a massive star, a Type Ia supernova is a thermonuclear detonation on a white dwarf star that accretes material from a companion in a binary star system. Near the plane of our Milky Way galaxy and larger than the full moon on the sky this supernova remnant is too faint to be seen by eye though. RCW 86 is some 8,000 light-years distant and around 100 light-years across.

I love all,
the people I know,
even the ones,
called "Old, so and so.

The gloom,
from smog and haze,
hurts my eyes.
End of days.

If plants could speak,
what would we hear?
I need water and food,
and have other plants near.

Things I love to do.
Things I love to say.
Depending on thoughts of you
and my own disarray.