NO, I didn't see any frickin Perseids! I've been working too many hours to play all night.
One night when cousin Oregon and I were kids we slept out in my front yard with the bugs and snakes. It was a super warm mid-August night. We counted sixty falling stars before we went to sleep.
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Ernie, that is beautiful. I love those first few stars gathering the dark around them.
Those are planets.
-like Venus and Saturn.
Hey! This is a no correction zone!
They aren't falling STARs either. But a twilkle in the night sky is generally refered to as a star. Works for me. Where's your sense of romance?
a twilkle in the night sky is generally refered to as a star
-that's pretty abstract Ernie.
Starkle, starkle, little twink,
who the heck are you I think?
I'm not under what you call
the alcofluence of incohol.
I'm just a little slort of sheep,
I'm not drunk like thinkle peep.
I don't know who is me yet,
but the drunker I stand here,
the longer I get.
So, just give me one more fink to drill my cup,
cause I got all day sober to Sunday up.
LOL!
that's why we like it here
o Ernie, sigh, thank you for poetic those lines. i'm a new person after reading them behind. Your sense of romantic unknowing strengthened my wings of imaginagation and fine tuned my radar for noninvestiganment. I realize now that Suzy's heavenly ignorance was only due to because of my spinning planetary misunderstanding that ingornence might be blyss, and/but now due to because of your romantic exchange --everything twinkles * * * but ...
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!
Suzy
As you may know, I like poems by British Poets.
Of course, the most quoted lines in Thomas Gray’s poem:
“where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise.”
I seldom make that folly.
Worthy of note:
While some on earnest business bent
Their murmuring labours ply
'Gainst graver hours that bring constraint
To sweet liberty:
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign
And unknown regions dare descry:
Still as they run they look behind,
They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.
I know this chick up on Bell Springs Rd. They say she has a snatch of fearful joy. Her boyfriend died working in the woods, chasing the promise of the dollar sign in the sky. But that's off topic and there's more civilized questions to mull over.
Okay, back to British poetry and stars and stuff like Venus... and Adonis. Who is Adonis? Where is Adonis? What is the fate of Adonis? He who was on earnest business bent? And also what is the fate of the queen of love...
Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn,
To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn!
and then ...
And in her haste unfortunately spies
The foul boar's conquest on her fair delight;
Which seen, her eyes, as murder'd with the view,
Like stars ashamed of day, themselves withdrew;
whole thing, if you can stand to look
-hey, don't work too hard Ernie,
ox,
s
Never mind the Perseid Shower, methinks the authoress of certain posts contained herein is evocative of said planet Saturn on these mid- to late-summer nights: “Dim and white”.
I prefer my women as the specter of the Red Planet Mars is truly presented in the southern sky: Brazenly bold as brass.
Oh, and I hope no emergency 911 calls come in for Ernie while he's incasapitated.
I prefer my women --Brazenly bold as brass.
-omg! That is sooooo totally awesome. I can see that poor little shy Suzy peeking out at things now and then from behind her veil of twinkle is totally out of her league. Sounds like you'd be into this girl I know from Bell Springs.
But to change the subject from women to men and such, hey Riv, you must gnow that Saturn's an old man with bad knees whereas Adonis ... did you read the poem? It's about love and capacities. And death.
Suzy.... that warn't me.
And I loved the poem!
And I would never suggest that you are more saturnal than Brazenly bold as brass... LOL!
I'm sorry OMR. Please forgive my misreading. I think that maybe our bold Anonymous was having a midsummer night's dream
Those aren't stars...those are government spy satellites peering down on the workings of Southern Humboldt and Northern Mendocino...beware the giant proliferation of diesel Ford F-250 trucks! Those are Blackhawk agents in our midst! If you must look up at the stars...wear eye protection so they can't scan your eyeballs!
Don't let the stars get in your eyes, don't let the moon break your heart...
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