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Thursday, October 20, 2022
Wednesday, September 28, 2022
Rollin' Rockets...
| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
| Daniel A. Stafford | 8/11/2000 6:12:32 AM 9/25/2022 7:40:04 AM | 2475 |
Rollin' Rockets
Rocket Cowboy full of dreams,
I really dig those blast off schemes.
Innovation all the rage,
Help us beat the gravity cage.
$10,000 a pound is sure steep.
If you can find your way into the sky,
At $100.00 a pound I think I'll try,
Take a shot at the moon,
Who knows, maybe a launch in June.
Can this vision be fulfilled?
If the bank won't pass the buck,
Well, please don't feel you're out of luck.
There are those who would up & cry,
If they could just get to fly so high.
The rocket of the future is on the verge.
Helicopter rotors with rocket tipped blades,
Visions in a thousand shades.
Space travel as common as flight,
Another launch most every night.
Lasso that buck and build your dreams!
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)2000
Author's Comments
I've followed some of the developments in rocketry
innovation in recent years. I really hope some of these
things come to pass, a new paradigm in rocketry might
just open the solar system for real, once the cost to get
up from Earth's gravity drops as these folks are envisioning.
See: http://www.rotaryrocket.com for just one of these ideas
that promise to change completely our future if developed.
| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
| Daniel A. Stafford | 8/11/2000 6:12:32 AM 9/25/2022 7:40:04 AM | 2475 |
City Glow...
| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
| Daniel A. Stafford | 8/10/2000 6:45:47 PM 9/26/2022 7:53:07 AM | 2408 |
City Glow
City Glow:
One of mankind's follies,
If you get your jollies,
From trying to see a star,
You certainly won't get far,
If you're in the city glow.
Under a cloudy sky,
Orange sunset that won't quite die,
It's even on the wrong side of the sky,
No need to wonder why,
Everyone's afraid of the dark.
It really can be beautiful,
And also when the Moon is full,
The stars hiding behind a man-made veil,
To obscure the astronomy trail.
Put your telescope away and enjoy.
Far away from the city, in lonelier nights,
Comes a breath taker, star light sights,
No scarce pin prick dancing here or there,
The universe in all it's glory, everywhere.
A falling star, brief, a satellite, so faint.
There really is a Milky Way, but it's not a candy bar.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)2000
Author's Comments
Just wishing I could have a better view of the natural night sky.
Once in awhile.
| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
| Daniel A. Stafford | 8/10/2000 6:45:47 PM 9/26/2022 7:53:07 AM | 2408 |
Total Comments: 2
Comments | |||
| Sue Allie | bttfly9@yahoo.com | http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Garden/9843 | 8/10/2000 10:01:03 PM |
| I agree. A nice cloudless night, far from the city and I know I would enjoy watching the stars eating a Milky Way. | |||
| Daniel A. Stafford | 8/21/2000 5:36:54 AM | ||
| Please visit http://www.darksky.org to find out how you can help reduce light pollution and preserve our natural night skies. | |||
Thursday, January 30, 2020
A Well-Watered Grave...
A Well-Watered Grave...
Sometimes forgotten old things bubble to the surface of your particular pool of time,
Most especially in this era of recorded everything.
An old TV show from over a decade ago,
From my zombie workaholic era,
I missed it working the graveyard shift.
The ghost of its two-season run haunted us this past month,
A glimpse into a time capsule from 2003,
One that died a premature death,
Despite its utter brilliance and highly poetic sitcom patina.
Georgia Lass may have been obliterated by a flying toilet from the cosmos at 18,
But was a badass soul-reaper and heart-stealer,
A stand-in for those we've lost in every decade of the last century.
I watered her grave when she smiled back at her headstone,
All dark humor and love that outlasts everything.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/29/2020
Author's Note:
A binge-watch of the 2003 sitcom "Dead Like Me" will stick with me for a very, very long time.
#Lifestyle #Poetic Memoir
Friday, October 26, 2018
The High Priestess Of Sound...
The High Priestess Of Sound...
This world we live in is all out of tune,
Changed to fix a mathematical error,
Sometime back in the sixteen hundreds,
A convenience for the composer's sake.
Don't worry the wineglass,
Darling,
It may shatter explosively,
Yet only if it is the finest crystal of purity.
Pure notes devoid of linguistic meaning,
Therein lies the magic,
The root form of creation and cohesion.
A community of pure sound.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10-26-2018
This world we live in is all out of tune,
Changed to fix a mathematical error,
Sometime back in the sixteen hundreds,
A convenience for the composer's sake.
Don't worry the wineglass,
Darling,
It may shatter explosively,
Yet only if it is the finest crystal of purity.
Pure notes devoid of linguistic meaning,
Therein lies the magic,
The root form of creation and cohesion.
A community of pure sound.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10-26-2018
Sunday, October 07, 2018
Public-Domain E-Book: "The Great Book Of Blizzard..."
Preface to "The Great Book Of Blizzard":
The
Poetry that is contained in these pages is the result of a lifetime
spent mostly in places with real Winter; The Great Lakes for the most
part, yet also the Great Plains, the Rockies of Colorado, and even
mid-North Texas and Northern New Mexico.
In
the face of Climate Change, I wanted to save and preserve what it was
like to live in these places in the era of actual Winters.
Many
of these poems are what I like to call “Poetic Memoir,” and are
based on real events in my life. Some are simply fantasy based on a
lifetime of experience with snow and Winter...real Winters.
Although
I have lived in Southern California for four years as of the
completion of this compilation in 2018, never forget that I am a
native of Wisconsin who spent fifty years in the Midle West of these
United States of America. My family still lives there, and lives with
snow.
For
those of you who find snowy Winters a novelty, or know it not at all,
I hope this book can give you a deeper understanding of what it was
like.
What
so many forget is that almost everything in nature needs a period of
rest and renewal before the busy regrowth of Springtime. Even
humanity needs – and mostly neglects – quiet time to turn inward,
reflect, and recharge.
Thank
you for reading.
With
love and light,
Daniel
A. Stafford
10/07/2018
This
book donated to Public Domain
Download .PDF e-book for free HERE.
Sunday, June 03, 2018
Twisting Bits...
Twisting Bits...
I've spun electrons since I was two,
Smoked a finger almost like Franklin,
I could easily imagine a key on a kite string,
And flying kites is a joyful bit of wistful magic.
I've flown phone calls,
Spotted airplanes,
And kept the internet humming,
Now I'm learning all about twisting bits,
Logic pretzels if you will,
As twisted as this ol' brain.
It's funny,
But to keep a career in what I've always done,
I have to become certied to nine levels,
Though most of the world thinks it's black magic,
See all the pretty blinky lights?
My head is so wrapped in this world,
Though life is warping by outside my bubble,
It's like a black hole,
Or maybe Hotel California.
Maybe the poetry Gods can sneak me out for a minute,
But the event horizon is pulling,
Pulling hard.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 06/03/2018
I've spun electrons since I was two,
Smoked a finger almost like Franklin,
I could easily imagine a key on a kite string,
And flying kites is a joyful bit of wistful magic.
I've flown phone calls,
Spotted airplanes,
And kept the internet humming,
Now I'm learning all about twisting bits,
Logic pretzels if you will,
As twisted as this ol' brain.
It's funny,
But to keep a career in what I've always done,
I have to become certied to nine levels,
Though most of the world thinks it's black magic,
See all the pretty blinky lights?
My head is so wrapped in this world,
Though life is warping by outside my bubble,
It's like a black hole,
Or maybe Hotel California.
Maybe the poetry Gods can sneak me out for a minute,
But the event horizon is pulling,
Pulling hard.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 06/03/2018
Monday, January 01, 2018
The Hollywood Bomb...
Post by AquarianM on Apr 3, 2012 at 9:28pm
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Windmills In Flight...
Post by AquarianM on Mar 8, 2011 at 11:19pm
Last Edit: Jun 28, 2012 at 11:18pm by AquarianM
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages
Thursday, December 14, 2017
On Wall Street...
Post by AquarianM on Oct 1, 2011 at 4:14am
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages
Thursday, August 24, 2017
Yuku Is Stinky...
Yuku Is Stinky...
Eat my pictures,
Thou black hole of the web,
This slow orbit to nothing,
I see it coming,
It's the Tapatalk curse,
The slow squeezing death,
We're all just frogs in your boiling pot,
You maddening beast from the depths of Hades,
Watching the magic fade,
I understand the Fey Folk now,
Thanks to Yuku.
The beast from Mordor is sniffing about the bushes.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/23/2017
Eat my pictures,
Thou black hole of the web,
This slow orbit to nothing,
I see it coming,
It's the Tapatalk curse,
The slow squeezing death,
We're all just frogs in your boiling pot,
You maddening beast from the depths of Hades,
Watching the magic fade,
I understand the Fey Folk now,
Thanks to Yuku.
The beast from Mordor is sniffing about the bushes.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/23/2017
Friday, August 04, 2017
Vortices…
Vortices…
Great spinning energy,
Red flame flecks like spinning burning leaves,
Bits of paper in an orange-lit cyclone of mind,
Special places where the fire is a healing burn,
Cracking open the shells of rebirth,
What is a disaster for the old is an usher,
So get ready to dance at the center,
Spinning,
Glowing,
Burning,
Whirling light in the darkness,
Who will be be left standing?
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 11/18/2016
Author’s note:
Every once in awhile I get flashes of insight, and they can be just subconscious imagery. I had a flash of this today. Like the place I was in was at the center of the fires of change, protected, just the place for an audience to ride it out.
Great spinning energy,
Red flame flecks like spinning burning leaves,
Bits of paper in an orange-lit cyclone of mind,
Special places where the fire is a healing burn,
Cracking open the shells of rebirth,
What is a disaster for the old is an usher,
So get ready to dance at the center,
Spinning,
Glowing,
Burning,
Whirling light in the darkness,
Who will be be left standing?
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 11/18/2016
Author’s note:
Every once in awhile I get flashes of insight, and they can be just subconscious imagery. I had a flash of this today. Like the place I was in was at the center of the fires of change, protected, just the place for an audience to ride it out.
Thursday, August 03, 2017
Fun House Mirrors…
Fun House Mirrors…
I watch the twists and turns of light,
Like a Fresnel lens of insanity,
A beacon of changing tune,
A hurricane-driven weathervane,
An egoic Super Moon of willful ignorance.
Day-by-day we must wonder and fret,
Twisted upon an impaling spike,
Awaiting a hail of stones,
Yet hoping for the kindness of a shovel and bath towels,
Receiving a schizophrenic cyclone.
We’ve eaten more trail dust and grime than an ancient cowboy,
Run over by our own cattle,
No real awareness of the deed,
Oblivious to the utterly warped light,
Of these fun house mirrors in every room we inhabit.
E. R. Murrow is spinning hard enough to burst into flames,
Mirroring our sad excuse for truths and portents.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 11/16/2016
I watch the twists and turns of light,
Like a Fresnel lens of insanity,
A beacon of changing tune,
A hurricane-driven weathervane,
An egoic Super Moon of willful ignorance.
Day-by-day we must wonder and fret,
Twisted upon an impaling spike,
Awaiting a hail of stones,
Yet hoping for the kindness of a shovel and bath towels,
Receiving a schizophrenic cyclone.
We’ve eaten more trail dust and grime than an ancient cowboy,
Run over by our own cattle,
No real awareness of the deed,
Oblivious to the utterly warped light,
Of these fun house mirrors in every room we inhabit.
E. R. Murrow is spinning hard enough to burst into flames,
Mirroring our sad excuse for truths and portents.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 11/16/2016
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Artists’ Card Project – Ace Of Hearts
Working on a project with 54 other
artists, mostly from the Madison, WI area, to create a deck of cards. I
picked the Ace of Hearts as my card. Here’s the final artwork version.
Keep looking up,
Dan
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| Click to enlarge pic |
He flashes through clouds and vapors,
Ducking birds on the wing,
Scarf whipping in the prop-wash,
A race with Cupid to be won,
For there in his sights lies the most tender target,
A beating lonely heart,
Wishing and hoping for just that one shot,
The one that ends it all,
In a flash of ever-after joy,
He tips the stick forward and dives for it,
Goggles gleamingly clear,
He pulls the trigger on love,
Raining it down from on high,
A bubble that can’t be burst,
Not even by the light of day.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 2014 Poetry & artwork.
Friday, July 28, 2017
Dreaming Of Being Tesla...
Dreaming Of Being Tesla...
There’s a beauty and elegance in the olden days,
A craft of the mind-to-hand,
A curvature of style and function,
Something at once cosmic meditation and genius inspired,
If only we had the old Gods of lightning again,
Miracles would charge forth electric,
Legends walk the land and the dream,
Power arcing in our hands.
A craft of the mind-to-hand,
A curvature of style and function,
Something at once cosmic meditation and genius inspired,
If only we had the old Gods of lightning again,
Miracles would charge forth electric,
Legends walk the land and the dream,
Power arcing in our hands.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/29/2014
(C) 08/29/2014
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Racing The Tide...
Racing The Tide...
I built a lovely sand castle,
It sat high above the surf,
The rooms and turrets lush.
Time washes by,
Foam bubbles back into the sea are swept.
Every detail and sconce was a moment of my life,
A palace of ephemeral wonders and thoughts flashing by,
Fish in the cloud currents.
The sea is rising,
The waves always roll and roll.
I race the tide,
Trying to recreate all the details,
Here upon higher sand,
A place to last a century or a decade longer,
Just to leave a trace.
My world is Pompeii,
I pray for wind in my sails.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/25/2017
Author's Comment:
My long-time personal website, Word Whizzyrds / Super Aquarian ( www.whyzzrds.com / www.superaquarian.com ) is going under. I can't afford the hosting costs any longer. I will still retain the domain names, and re-point them after it goes down some time in August. I've been duplicating as much as I can at superaquarian.blogspot.com , and am doing a little more every night. To be honest, if you look at it on a desktop, I think that the Blogger site is slightly more visually beautiful. There's no way I can transfer it all in the amount of time, however. I also can't duplicate some features, and there are links around the web that will go dark. Some of the MP3 links and pictures I have on poems in the archives of this site, for example. I do have a backup of the full site, but it took me well over a decade to get it in place. The domains will be pointed at the Blogger site after the original goes nova.
I built a lovely sand castle,
It sat high above the surf,
The rooms and turrets lush.
Time washes by,
Foam bubbles back into the sea are swept.
Every detail and sconce was a moment of my life,
A palace of ephemeral wonders and thoughts flashing by,
Fish in the cloud currents.
The sea is rising,
The waves always roll and roll.
I race the tide,
Trying to recreate all the details,
Here upon higher sand,
A place to last a century or a decade longer,
Just to leave a trace.
My world is Pompeii,
I pray for wind in my sails.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/25/2017
Author's Comment:
My long-time personal website, Word Whizzyrds / Super Aquarian ( www.whyzzrds.com / www.superaquarian.com ) is going under. I can't afford the hosting costs any longer. I will still retain the domain names, and re-point them after it goes down some time in August. I've been duplicating as much as I can at superaquarian.blogspot.com , and am doing a little more every night. To be honest, if you look at it on a desktop, I think that the Blogger site is slightly more visually beautiful. There's no way I can transfer it all in the amount of time, however. I also can't duplicate some features, and there are links around the web that will go dark. Some of the MP3 links and pictures I have on poems in the archives of this site, for example. I do have a backup of the full site, but it took me well over a decade to get it in place. The domains will be pointed at the Blogger site after the original goes nova.
Thursday, July 20, 2017
The Flying Saucer Era...
The Flying Saucer Era...
I look up at the night,
Always searching.
I'll never believe in that splendor being empty.
Arrogance doesn't become us.
I want to believe.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 07/16/2017
"Rembrandt Sleeping..." Poem #30
Monday, July 17, 2017
The Bean Diet...
The Bean Diet...
Bean burritos,
Three kinds,
Only a buck forty-nine.
Red beans and rice,
Maybe an apple,
Would be nice.
Wallet may be thin,
Yet somehow,
We'll win.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/15/2017
"Rembrandt Sleeping..." Poem #29
Bean burritos,
Three kinds,
Only a buck forty-nine.
Red beans and rice,
Maybe an apple,
Would be nice.
Wallet may be thin,
Yet somehow,
We'll win.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/15/2017
"Rembrandt Sleeping..." Poem #29
Saturday, July 15, 2017
Midnight Moo...
Midnight Moo...
A simple Trade Joe's delight,
Requires the cows to come home,
Full of chocolate dreams.
I dance to the 'fridge,
Beaming...
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/14/2017
"Rembrandt Sleeping..." Poem # 28
Author's note:
I love this stuff for making chocolate milk before bed, but have it only very rarely.
A simple Trade Joe's delight,
Requires the cows to come home,
Full of chocolate dreams.
I dance to the 'fridge,
Beaming...
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/14/2017
"Rembrandt Sleeping..." Poem # 28
I love this stuff for making chocolate milk before bed, but have it only very rarely.
Friday, July 14, 2017
Spindle...
Spindle...
Around,
The creation of sound,
Mostly bright colors,
Adapting to the time.
In a digital world,
Analog sounds sweet.
What lasts is what tells,
Long after the last album sells.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/12/2017
"Rembrandt Sleeping..." poem #27
Author's note:
If ever I am wealthy enough, I will buy a beautiful old console stereo, put in a top-of-the-line turntable and sound system, one that glows like stereos used to, and gently, reverently, set needle to vinyl...
Around,
The creation of sound,
Mostly bright colors,
Adapting to the time.
In a digital world,
Analog sounds sweet.
What lasts is what tells,
Long after the last album sells.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/12/2017
"Rembrandt Sleeping..." poem #27
Author's note:
If ever I am wealthy enough, I will buy a beautiful old console stereo, put in a top-of-the-line turntable and sound system, one that glows like stereos used to, and gently, reverently, set needle to vinyl...
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