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Daydreaming is great for any artist

There’s a wee pub just off Princes street where it meets Frederick street in Edinburgh and it’s one of the watering holes of the best of Scottish writers since it opened. I like to drink Guiness there because, well, it’s a thinking man’s beer and you get a contemplative head when you sup it, especially after the second pint.

On this day, I sat waiting for a poet friend and found myself alone surrounded by framed quotes of literary geniuses, (not all of them Scottish btw) Anyways, I scribbled a few of them doon and this one is inspiring, so I’m sharing and suggesting that next time yer in the toon, ye get yersel intae Milne’s bar and order what ye want, but the place has got its ain charm whatever profession yer in.

Sláinte and power ti yer pen 🙂

Let us therefore agree that a reasonably good standard of writing is a mark not of preciosity,

but of good sense,

not of prissiness,

but of efficiency;

that such a standard can be attained by anyone with a little effort;

that the effort be worthwhile.

That it requires neither hair-splitting nor self consciousness,

but merely a willingness to acquire good habits.
Sir Ernest Gowers.

Time’s measure, the clock
Pulses along, never to stop
Be it nano-seconds,eons
Or crumbling rock
Only Black holes
(Allegedly)
Can store its tock
Clip its wings,
Freeze its flock

Brig Portrait
I am no cosmogonist for suggesting
That the end and the beginning
Are one and the same
Winter opposes summer
Death, life and so forth
On a perpetual journey
Of violence, rest
Love, hate
Science fact
Metaphoric beliefs
Everything shares one common truth
The unzipping of creation
The four bases
Adenine pairs with Thymine
Guanine pairs with Cytosine
All split open
Then reborn in puzzling sequences
Ribo and Deoxy Nucleic Acids
Forged from a star collapsing
On the edge of our solar system
Gravitating, tugging, pulling, spinning,
BOOM!
Just like the other BIG-inning
Circa 14 billion years earlier
But before that
The quiet, stillness, nothing
How do we know?
After…
The present
The future
The past
Alpha and omega,
First and the last

Hello  and many thanks to my new readers and followers. I’ve also been very impressed by those of you who do take time to read my work.

Depending on what rocks your boat, you can never really get bored with the sky at night and with today’s new technologies in telescopes (in space) we really are on the verge of seeing the marvels of things that were just too far away to learn about in the past. What’s actually visible inspires and spaceweather, such as borealis, noctilucent clouds and the frequent meteor showers we can see – given the weather is with us – are worth piling on the layers and getting out there to witness. I do or I’ve just been out there camping, fishing, even hungry and homeless on a couple of occasions, but I can’t say I’ve ever found them anything short of inspiring. I also like to pass time by counting meteorites against satellites or I join the dots and think about the size of those Goliaths like Sirius, Betelgeuse, Acturus.

Also, for those of you who enjoy things celestial, there is a fantastic resource here (https://www.zooniverse.org) that are always looking for help identifying blobs in space and other stuff.

My last poem about the aurora borealis (Lambent Scent) was well received and I forgot that I had written a few more about their brilliance. Here is another…Borealis

Borealis Bliss

As if looking at the sunshine

From ten metres under an unpolluted ocean

(If one exists that is)

A wave, here and there

Carries the shaft of that sunlight

For a split second

Rolls it in a long dancing ripple

Where it meets a rip tide

And frantically disperses

Its colours, they are better than fine

They are in comparison to St Elmo’s fire

Occasionally dusted with violets, crimsons

But nearly always nuances of electric green

They differ too,

Take tonight; a corona

Not a school of celestial sardines

Fleeing imaginary porpoise

Or a well seasoned wood

Being devoured by flame

I learned through the Internet

There are seven different orchestras

Each a random, inviolable masterpiece

Of stardust and magnetic collisions of

Ionosphere’s molecules and Van Allen Zone

They amaze my brain each time

No matter how faint

With wonder and brilliance

And enough inspiration

To drag my tired self indoors

Pick up a pencil

And shutter my thoughts of them

I have a small collection of my astronomy poetry ‘What IS The Stars’ that I’ll make available for a free download in the next months. Reading about e-publishing is one thing, but the actual formatting and doing it is taking a bit longer than I anticipated. Advice of you who have been there already is welcome.

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We’re all born into violence, of sorts. Not all, but some of us and we know that the power of the pen is mightier when it comes to healing those wounds. Fighting the demons along the way or carrying them with us until the last breath…well that’s an ongoing battle and we’re the only people in charge of that outcome.
Some encouraging but somewhat harrowing reminders of others are here in this blog and may offer you faith in wherever you might be right now…hopefully reading and reconsidering a plan of attack to WIN!
Be well.

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