Harley White Poems

In keeping with norms for the current times
of names controversial in paradigms,
albeit the nebula also mimes
a term for the people in ice-cold climes,
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Wrote Faulkner, ‘The past is never dead.
It's not even past.' Those words he said
reverberate through all space and time
from dawn of our days to midnight's chime.
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There's a place in space of beautiful blue,
a galaxy cluster serene,
remote from the Earth, yet within our view
as seen on distant cosmic screen.
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‘Water' seems a fitting title
of this rhyme on something vital
for the beings we take care of
and the others we're aware of.
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Imagine a garden of cosmic sights
gargantuan in its scope,
a fertile field of celestial delights,
to carry on with the trope.
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If only you'd stated
How darkness you hated
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Out of sight is out of mind...
Fly-by-nights say so, although
Multitudes of people find
That distance makes the missing grow.
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Infinity is what we sense
when musing on the vast immense
with universes yet to mold
in starry heavens still untold
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Seasons pass in life's procession,
days and nights in swift progression,
granting pleasures with each clime
while future measures out the time…
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Seldom are insects my poetry themes
though butterflies have been versified twice,
but the jewel bug is a type that gleams
with hues iridescent to eyes entice.
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