Poems for Planets: Jupiter

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Even as the nights close out without a whisper of life across these pages, there forever remains the lingering promise of content. I never forget.

We are resuming the poetic planetary exploration with a look at Jupiter. This gas giant is the largest planet in our solar system. Methodologically Jupiter is the ruler of the sky, he bares close relations from the Greek Zeus, armed with a lightning bolt he sits at the throne.

Jupiter is the biggest planet in our solar system. Characterized by a gassy atmosphere, which earns it the name Gash Giant, and its sports a bunch a few rings and a lot of moons. Jupiter has the largest mood going. Ganymede, Jupiter’s largest moon, is larger than both Pluto and Mercury. How regal.

Without further delay let me get into it.

I present to you…

Jupiter: Acrostic

Jutting your royal rings into the thicket of this night,

Undying is your might that conjures that cutting light.

Pirouetting moons of many, score the air you breathe,

Inspecting your gaseous skies, in cries of “Glory Be!”

Titan features has this Ganymede who watches where you sleep

Eagle in eye, mighty in frame he rose from Zeus’ keep.

Raging for an age is the storm inside your heart,

the great red spot that rules the thickest of this night.

B.N.

Writing 201, Assignment 3: Acrostic – Trust

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Another day in the world of WordPress has provided another glorious opportunity to fine tune our art of expression, Writing 201, challenge number 3 is in play. The poetic form we have been given to play with today is “Acrostic”, spelling out a word, or words with the first letters of each line of our poem. The optional devise we can make used of today is the internal rhyme, and finally the prompt. Our poems have the option of addressing the topic trust, in any manner we see fit. This is my contribution. Enjoy!

Momentary truths are tested against forever,

Afflictions of affection, feeding a foul weather.

Summers of sweet escapes and serenading amore,

Quiver in moors, stagnant, stripped of any allure.

Unravelling vales falling, raising a stale wall,

Elaborate tales told, unfold to exhale all.

Roaring flames spasming, eating away the frame,

Attacking the strokes painted by pain of a known name.

Deceit is a small game in the dance of hidden intention,

Evading the truth for gain, only maims future ascension.