StarPoet Newsletter Vol. XIII, No. I

Saturday, 31 December 2011 21:00 Last Updated on Monday, 02 January 2012 10:10

The StarPoet Newsletter
Vol. XIII, No. I (January 1, 2012 C.E.)

We seem to be at the start of a new calendar. Only fifty-one newsletters to go until year's end.

Early night, winter chill,
Winding blowing down from Cleveland,
We met here along the Potomac
To share our once distant lives.

Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2012 C.E.


It's all downhill from here. Spring, Summer, then the Autumn are only an Equinox and a Solstice away! I hope I change all the year dates. .

StarPoet for a new year
The Language of Our Oppressors
At the moment before the Alpha Point blows, Is the universe one, many, or singularly none? At the moment of instantiation all possibilities exist Then are quickly fixed, clickety click, into the spacetime We all perceive; but who is to say we don't overlap With some other other to form a fine blend of universe Not unlilke an oak-barrelled whiskey.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (January 2012)

There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth...not going all the way, and not starting. -- Buddha

as the year wore down
Christmas Eve in Washington
Christmas Eve and all around Autos scurry for food and presents Through snowless ground Beneath sunglass skies; Washington in December Between disasters, Marking the calendar Until November, Wondering if the other shoe Will fall before then.
Lisa Jain Thompson (January 2012)

Christmas is ours alone
Post Celebration
The presents are open, The kids are gone, Sharon and I are decompressing, Looking forward to morning And a quiet Christmas Together. — Lisa Jain Thompson (January 2012)

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. -- Seneca

for the old school
Next Year
Next year, just like the old, I do not plan to die in this one either, I will go on, continue on my way, Until the moment I choose not to. I am the daughter of the victors of the world war, My parents stopped both the Germans and the Japanese, Gave birth to me, and landed six times on the moon, Put tail fins on a car and then took them off. I shall not disappoint them by quitting prematurely Or surrendering to the doubters and disbelievers, We will prevail, I will prevail, The world will miss us when we pass.
Lisa Jain Thompson (January 2012)

The beginning is the most important part of the work. -- Plato

would you like to swing on a star, take a trip to Jupiter and Mars?
Halfway to the Stars
I have a little saloon singer inside my head Singing "Fly Me to the Moon", slow and sultry, A slinky sequinned dress, scotch and soda On the piano next to a smoldering unfiltered Cigarette in a faux crystal ashtray. She just won't shut up this morning And undoubtedly plans to continue singing Until I butcher the song back home tonight When I karaoke it sans dress, sans scotch, Sans cigarette and faux crystal ashtray.
Lisa Jain Thompson (January 2012)

are you ready?
Until Death or Cylon Attack
Begin. Again? Yes, again. Why? It's what you do. It's what we do. What is? Begin again. Enough questions. Begin. Five-Six-Seven-Eight.
-- Lisa Jain Thompson (January 2012)

Start every day off with a smile and get it over with. -- W. C. Fields

observation
Bystander
The Bystander in the Oval Office, Well spoken user of large intellectual words, Seems just as lost as his predecessor, A man of few, often quite mispoken ones.
Lisa Jain Thompson (January 2012)

StarPoet
Stars Burn Out
Sun-like stars burn out After ten billion years -- we are half-way through Our death sentence; We must be gone Before we burn out Or we shall be no more. It's not too late To start planning our escape, Pick out a new planet Around a young star And build the star drive That will take us there, But we must engage, Discard our petty differences And apply ourselves To the problem at hand: The continued existence Of the human species Among the many races In our galaxy.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (January 2012)

No river can return to its source, yet all rivers must have a beginning. -- Native American Proverb

if you look around
Dance with What Brung Ya
I see tailights end to end, Dark gray clouds, smoking vents, What a great change the new year has brung. There are mobs in the streets, homeless war vets, Screaming obscenities and smug Presidents, What a great grand change the new year has brung. I see crumbling bridges, smokestacks and lightning, Houses without people, gay Christmas shopping, What a great grand change the new year has brung. There are iPads and Kindles, Droids and Blackberrys, Shiny new cars and heritage turkeys, What a great grand change the new year has brung.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (January 2012)

this was bouncing around inside my head. probably better with a smoky internal contralto singing the melody that goes with the words.
*Song for You* With you, with you, with you, with you, You, with you, with you, with you, I will not leave I will not go I will not wander From you, from you, from you, from you. I promise I'll be here for All our tomorrows With you, with you, with you, with you, Take me now Take me once Take me always and forever With you, with you, with you, with you, You, with you, with you, with you, With you, with you, with you, with you, My love.
— Lisa Jain Thompson (January 2012)
Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning. -- Winston Churchill


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