Poem 21 comes on the heels of an auspicious day. A lot of folks suffered from eclipse fever. Here is a small tribute to the great deal of fuss made about a heavenly matter. Thank you Haley H. for the inspiration. And to all you flat earthers out there, eat a bag of eclipse.




A solar foofaraw.

A celestial event.

Looked right in it’s maw,

and retinas are spent.


Tinfoil and pinholes,

promised safe views.

A collection of assholes,

on channel five news.


Looking up to the heavens,

instead of their palms.

Hapless expressions,

on science savants.


A great galvanizer,

this grand foofaraw.

Succinct synchronizer,

elliptical law.


When events in the sky,

pull you up from below.

Keep a well focused eye,

on the coronal glow.


These events are rare,

and define the space-time.

Perceived solar glare,

amplifies the sublime.


Look up, look up!

A newer reality.

Truly abrupt,

passed its totality.


A box of used glasses,

and plenty of tricks.

Another one passes,

goodbye eclipse.








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