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What Weather

by Angela Fletcher

The leaves are blowing away
Up, up, and away they go.
Swish, swoosh, they go.
Like a dancing ballerina
Up, up and away they go
Way up , in the sky.

The trees standing there,
Their branches all bare.
The wind whistling throughout empty branches,

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Progress Report

by Vikram Seth

My need has frayed with time; you said it would.
It has; I can walk again across the flood
Of gold sil popples on the straw-gold hills
Under a deep Californian sky that expels
All truant clouds; watch squads of cattle graze
By the radio-telescope; blue-battered jays
Flash raucous squaking by my swivelling head
While squirrels sine-wave past over the dead
Oak-leaves, and not miss you_although I may
Admit that near the telescope yesterday

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Lament

by Dylan Thomas

When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave

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The City Planners

by Margaret Atwood

Cruising these residential Sunday
streets in dry August sunlight:
what offends us is
the sanities:
the houses in pedantic rows, the planted
sanitary trees, assert
levelness of surface like a rebuke
to the dent in our car door.
No shouting here, or
shatter of glass; nothing more abrupt

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In A London Drawingroom

by George Eliot

The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke.
For view there are the houses opposite
Cutting the sky with one long line of wall
Like solid fog: far as the eye can stretch
Monotony of surface & of form
Without a break to hang a guess upon.
No bird can make a shadow as it flies,
For all is shadow, as in ways o'erhung
By thickest canvass, where the golden rays
Are clothed in hemp. No figure lingering

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Recent Sky Poems

Voice of the Voiceless

by Ayatullah Nurjati

In twilight’s fading glow, a voice stirs unseen,
It is the song of those from shadows gleaned.
They Walk with broken backs, hands worn and bruised,
Society’s edges, abandoned and used.

Is justice but a whispered prayer in the dark?
Or does it stand, a flame, a fierce spark?
To the powers that sleep in golden halls,
Hear now the cry from those who crawl.

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The Story Etched in Heaven on Earth

by Ayatullah Nurjati

Under the vast and silent sky, a young man raised his gaze to the twinkling stars above. He always felt that the stars held a special story for him, a story carved with light in the night sky.
On the other side of the world, there was a girl who also loved to look at the stars. She felt that there was something special every time she looked at the stars, as if they were whispering to her about a love she had yet to find.
One night, under the same blanket of stars, the young man and young woman found themselves thinking about love and hope. Unbeknownst to them, the twinkling stars above were actually forming a pattern that carried a message for the two of them.
The message was "A sincere heart will always find its way." The stars became silent witnesses to their meeting that had yet to happen, but was already written in the night sky. A love story carved in the name of heaven, waiting to be realized.
Sometime later, fate brought them together at an art event. They felt as if they had known each other for a long time, just as the stars told them on that silent night. Their love story begins, with the stars as silent witnesses who always remind them of the story carved in the night sky.

Jakarta, 3 January 2025

Symphony of the Stars in Galaxy Supercluster

by Ayatullah Nurjati

Beneath the vast and silent sky,
The stars awaken, twinkling high.
A symphony of light and grace,
In endless realms of boundless space.
Each star, a note in cosmic tune,
Their rhythm sways beneath the moon.
Through ancient whispers, they proclaim,
The story etched in heaven’s name.
Their voices hum through midnight's veil,
A melody that cannot fail.

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Hope Nebula

by Ayatullah Nurjati

In the dark night sky, I sail on the ocean of stars, looking for a ray of light, in a nebula of hope far away.

Cosmic dust dances slowly, whispering promises of the future, amidst the eerie darkness, I found a glimmer of light.

Oh, nebula, the vortex of dreams that never goes out, you draw a path in the dark, towards a day full of courage. Every colour you emit, is a prayer that floats into the sky, touching the throne of the Creator, carve your destiny with love and hope.

So let me fly, penetrate the endless sky, with the hope of being a guide, into a new universe.

Slipi. 05 December 2024. 9:19 PM

Dazzling Days Ahead

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

As long as I see the sky, I know gemmed sparkle ~ follows dogged blues.