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Hideout by Clancy McCaffery
I have a hideout
It’s in the trees
I like to go up there
And plot and scheme
The Storm by Lois Resler
Sangre de Cristo Rocky Mountain WIND sculpts snow in Earth’s climatic cage,
Howling like a two-toungued HELL – positioning the Season’s primal rage.
Clouds dark threats SCREAM outloud, from their mystical place of birth,
Hurling Life’s DEEP questioning, “Is humanity alone, in this frozen Cosmic curse?”
The liquid oceans’ hidden splash is fissured in these cliffs,
And towering heights above treeline, fractured in mosaic rifts;
While the Galileo spacecraft’s data sent from distant stars beyond,
Continues searching for pin-downed life away from this milestone, stormy song.
The wind is laced with moisture flakes that SLAM landscape’s EVERY technology;
The liquid COLD erupts God’s plan, to morph the WHOLE biology.
I stand here small, a shivering dot – an equation to this storm’s holocaust;
A moment in my breakthrough life, studying Drake’s Theory in the frost.
The occurrence rate for existence, among planets orbiting sunlike starts,
And the mystery of how life took root, where I’m at – is creatively quite bizarre.
The range of physics laws, within this storm, multiples my quest and size
Of organic questions in the mess of THIS: The Creator’s perpetual surprise.
The puzzling washboard of relationships – from storm to storm to STORM – –
Fills knowledge hectares, cobbled tight, like a pilgrimage of worms.
Where are the OTHER deep-space plantes with multi-layered atmospheric dome?
And do they have intelligent life, with DNA and bone?
With a sense of folklore and dazzling awe, I face the wind-cold stormy LAND –
And REALIZE Earth – and Universal THINGS – – are exclusively in GOD’S COMMAND.
Bold by Grace Medina
Oh moon please don’t go
the sun takes control
leaving behind a heart of a soul
stars play in a
whirlwind of magic,
love a figment of
Flowers don’t bloom,
the cold wind hovers.
Three words so cruel and unwanted.
Be bold, the sun
Eight Planets by Milo Straight
The eight big planets around the sun
I’m going to tell you about each one.
First there’s Mercury
Then there’s Venus
We all know Earth because we’ve seen it.
Mars’ storms make it dusty,
It is also very rusty
Ceres, well it is really fine
Cloudy Jupiter needs a shine
Saturn’s rings of rocks and ice,
That could be our paradise.
Uranus is so very blue
Neptune is that color too.
Pluto is so very small
That is the last of them all.
le temps d’or by Audrey Sizemore
You are life
Its meaning caught in your movement
Like the waning sunlight on the water behind you
Your motion breaks the plane of plain existence
Defining what was always a mystery before
Describing the love of living
Existing is easy to explain
Right then for a fleeting moment
All the answers are there
Written by your body moving across the field
Until you disappear into the setting sun