The kids that play, in the spring dusk
a faraway yell;
The wind that words, through roses’ lips,
Whispers and stays.
The open windows that breath the hours,
My empty room,
A train coming from an unknown land,
My lost dreams.
Bells that fade away,
And the night that keeps falling on the city,
On people’s faces,
On the sky’s mirror,
Now on my whole life.
Oh, it all had to come about the way it came to be
That hopes and roses withered
That, like boats, the years left me
Left and faded away
That, like we would part at night
So many friends forever were lost
The place where as a child I grew
One afternoon I left behind
The pretty, simple girls – oh loves! –
Life was to take away – dance whirl
Even the pain, once fragrant,
Was to bear barren upon me.
All of it had to happen. Only the night
Wasn’t to be so sweet
The stars there blinking like eyes
As if laughing at me.
I just got to reblog this poem by The Bad Astronomer:
A Poem Beyond Belief by Phil Plait
A is Ad hominem, attacks quite insulting,
They may feel good but no good is resulting.
B is for Bible, they swear it’s all true,
But which version’s right? The Muslim’s, Mormon’s, or Jew’s?
C is Creation, 6000 years past;
But when looked at the evidence is always half-assed.
D is Debunker, it’s said with a jeer.
But we cannot debunk without bunk, that is clear.
E: EVP, hearing voices of dead,
but it’s really just patterns of sound you are fed.
F: The Face that’s on Mars is really a butte,
Is there on the obverse a giant patoot?
G is for Geller, a spoon he will bend,
Is it magic or powers, or more likely pretend?
H, Homeopathy, infinite dilution,
Perhaps better known as persistent delusion.
I, Ideomotor, the dowser’s director,
It fallaciously points on a randomized vector.
J is Junk science, it’s always reforming,
from alt med to New Age, and anti-global warming.
K is for Karma, you reap what you sow,
but if it’s not coincidence, then how would you know?
L’s Levitation, they claim that they float
but I think it’s just bouncing they’re trying to promote.
M: Mayans said: doom in Twenty Oh Twelve,
In 2013 those predictions we’ll shelve.
N is Nibiru, a planet of vapor,
It never shows up but it looks good on paper.
O: Oxygen water, marks can’t get their fill,
What they don’t understand is that they don’t have gills.
P: Faces in patterns is called Pareidolia,
In clouds it’s mundane but in pastry it’s holier?
Q is for Quacks, their science is lacking,
They’ll sell you snake oil with the government’s backing.
R: Repressed memories, bad things you’ve forgotten,
But it’s really the premise behind it that’s rotten.
S: Sylvia Browne, who randomly guesses,
That people believe her is why it depresses.
T’s for Trudeau, and the trash that he’s sellin’,
But credit card fraud? FTC: "He’s a felon."
U, Unidentified, the definition’s specific,
But it doesn’t stop cranks thinking they’re scientific.
V is Vaccines, which clear germs up quick,
But some folks don’t like them, they fight little pricks.
W’s for Woo-woo, Randi’s favorite word choice,
And who’ll argue with him? He gave us our voice!
X is for Xenu, scientologist’s Satan,
Give us all of your money, your engrams we’ll straighten.
Y is for Yeti, the Bigfoot, Sasquatch,
A whole lot of nonsense without a single hair swatch.
Z is for Zetans, those E.T. mind readers,
But they disappeared as they followed the Lieder.
Now you know your ABCs,
Don’t fall prey to fallacies.
source: Bad Astronomy blog