Science
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I was thinking about how as a species we have gone from having too little access to information, to having a surfeit of it. Along the way, precious little has been done to teach us how to critically assess everything we consume now. This poem is about that. Enjoy! A Brief History of Information Overload…
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So, the area I live in is currently in the grip of a massive, late season ice storm. Today’s poem is in recognition of this and looks at the dangers of climate change and our role in it. Enjoy! Anthropocene Ice yet lies thick upon the ground, Though winter’s in the past, Now any day…
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Science tells us that the Earth has an expiration date. Not any time soon hopefully, but it’s definitely there. The only way to guarantee our long term survival is to become and interplanetary species and ultimately, an interstellar one. The Way Up Is The Way Forward I gaze up in the night and see, Stars…
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I am well aware that not everyone will agree with today’s poem and that’s okay. This post reflects my views on the current situation. Thank you for keeping any comments polite, respectful and brief. COVID 19 This virus, such a tiny thing, How quick, how far it spread. Around the globe in just a year,…
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So…. my muse appears to have taken somewhat of a sabbatical. I’m way behind on this with just two days to catch up. Without further ado… On The Necessity For Space Exploration The black so deep there is no end, This is the road we take. There’s all we need, all we could want, And…
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I’m a huge fan of “Cosmos”, both the Nat Geo series with Neil Degrasse Tyson and the book by Carl Sagan. This poem is an ode to them and also to “The Mars Generation” and it’s founder Astronaut Abby. Enjoy! On Going to Mars I walk across a dry, red plain, Towards a distant hill.…
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Earlier I was watching TED/Ed as one does when they are at work. And I came across this talk by Xiye Bastida ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBeU6UZyPjY&feature=emb_title ). It inspired today’s offering. On Xiye Bastida I just believe she said to me, as hope shone from her eyes. I know you don’t, and that’s okay, my dream fits…
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My grandmother lived to be one hundred and four years old. She grew up in London, England in the late 1800s before moving to the prairies in Saskatchewan, Canada. She went from living in the bright center of the British Empire to living in a sod shack. The last time I saw her, she was…
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The future is coming faster than we think. One day, not too long from now, we will be looking to colonize distant worlds. First within our own system and then someday… beyond. INTO THE DARK With thunder louder than the storm, Light brighter than the dawn. A mighty ship, heroic crew, Far from this earth…
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I know not everyone believes in the reality of climate change. I’ve read a lot on both sides of the question and to me it’s obvious that we’re having a huge impact on the planet. Wherever you sit on this debate, I hope you enjoy today’s poem. OUR CHANGING WORLD The climate’s changing very fast,…
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