He Met a Girl
• 04/20/23 at 08:40PM •He met a girl
and was smitten.
Who would have thought,
it was a new kitten.
He met a girl
and was smitten.
Who would have thought,
it was a new kitten.
NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:
Spanning light-years, this suggestive shape known as the Seahorse Nebula appears in silhouette against a rich, luminous background of stars. Seen toward the royal northern constellation of Cepheus, the dusty, obscuring clouds are part of a Milky Way molecular cloud some 1,200 light-years distant. It is also listed as Barnard 150 (B150), one of 182 dark markings of the sky cataloged in the early 20th century by astronomer E. E. Barnard. Packs of low mass stars are forming within, but their collapsing cores are only visible at long infrared wavelengths. Still, the colorful stars of Cepheus add to this pretty, galactic skyscape.
Photo by Jeff Herman
A World of uncertainty,
a sign of our times,
where other comments,
are manufactured by design.
Lies which are written,
though the truth was known,
only to be spread for gain,
by others who are home grown.
What has happened,
in a life we reject,
with indifference to others,
lacking common respect?
You called my name,
I turned to stare,
looking all over,
You were not there.
The echos in my mind,
were missing, no sound.
Have you found a new life,
has it been found?
I would read novels,
tales of western yore,
about Billy the Kid,
the Dalton Gang, and more.
The early days, in the West,
travelling before rail,
when covered wagons,
used the Oregon Trail.
Imagine the adventure,
as you travelled along,
miles after miles,
toward your new home.
I remember some stories,
told when on their way.
He wrote many novels,
about the West, Zane Grey
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There was a time,
remembering it well.
You told me then,
"Go to Hell."
I believe, I've found it,
a place I know well.
It's where you're living,
next to where I dwell.
Yesterday, the first day,
was where it began
beginning the path,
of where it will end.
NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:
On some nights the sky is the best show in town. On this night, auroras ruled the sky, and the geomagnetic storm that created this colorful sky show originated from an increasingly active Sun. Surprisingly, since the approaching solar CME the day before had missed the Earth, it was not expected that this storm would create auroras. In the foreground, two happily surprised aurora hunters contemplate the amazing and rapidly changing sky. Regardless of forecasts, though, auroras were reported in the night skies of Earth not only in the far north, but as far south as New Mexico, USA. As captured in a wide-angle image above Saariselkä in northern Finnish Lapland, a bright aurora was visible with an unusually high degree of detail, range of colors, and breadth across the sky. The vivid yellow, green, red and purple auroral colors are caused by oxygen and nitrogen atoms high in Earth's atmosphere reacting to incoming electrons. Open Science: Browse 3,000+ codes in the Astrophysics Source Code Library
Photo by Juan Carlos Casado
When words are too harsh,
and their usage, too mean,
one should apologize, quickly,
before mean, becomes obscene.
I seek not,
was said to me.
Why are you here,
knowing you cannot see?
Do you understand?
I'd like to know,
what you are seeing,
isn't a travelling show.
You're seeing life,
in reality time,
no rose covered glasses,
just life, so sublime.
Was it hard for you,
to even understand,
your journey through life,
as a lonely, old, man?
Westward, he rode,
over mountain and plain,
crossing many valleys,
of the lands domain.
Travelling on horseback,
he was doing his best,
pursuing the journey
of the first Pony Express.
Through the eyes
of the beholder,
her beauty came through.
She has skin like satin,
to name just a few.
Her lips the color of
the reddest rose,
the eyes were, as if,
made of coal.
When she smiled, her teeth,
white as new snow.
She was short, but was
proportioned, just so.
You would never leave her,
for there's no place to go.