Hey, let’s go to the moon
Opportunity will be departing soon
Count is descending down
Orbit will be bound
Hear the roaring engines sound
Amazing adventure maybe found
Playing lunar,’ ring around’
Shooting off into the night’s air
Like a candlelight flare
Nothing can compare
Accepting this trusting dare
Lasting ten days
Going both ways
Checking neighboring planet’s backside
During the fly
Bye
Without a tourist guide
Bringing home souvenir data and results
Empowered using many energy volts
Time to take the darken path
And invade the heavenly wrath
Hiking a darken road
Being very bold
Artemus two mission easily sold
We have been told
Sun agreed wearing blinging gold
Shining bright
Heating our exploring knights
With illuminating light
Assisting them in this successful flight
I stood upon the Great Chinese Wall
and drank a pint of alcohol.
'Twas then I had a thought,
and heaved a heavy sigh.
A bird is happy in the sky
when he spreads his wings to fly.
He is so, is he not?
I saw a bird who could not be caught,
a little avian astronaut.
'Twas then I heard him call.
The inspector said, "how did he die?
It's simple. This wall is high,
but I would ask the question why
he took this foolish fall."
so
a possum who wanted to be
not a possum but a wallaby
but
a wallaby who wanted to be
a whatever whatever he
and more
like an adventurer high
in a hot air balloon
or an astronaut off
on a trip to the moon
or even
a rider of horses
bicycles, waves
an explorer of mountains
of oceans and caves
wow!
a whatever whoever
wherever he
oh possum
the wishes and whims
of a wannabe wallaby
Meaningless thoughts drift slowly across my mind
Surrounded by bright gray and ebony sky.
Magnificent desolation envelopes me.
No perceived horizon,
All is calm, devoid of
Air, wind, and rain.
I breathe and take in
The stark beauty of a pristine
Celestial world.
Undisturbed and powdered beneath my feet
The cratered landscape reminds me
That I am an intruder,
In a realm unfamiliar
But majestically beautiful.
Magnificently barren orb,
Glowing, mysterious
Forever our neighbor
Our stoic satellite,
The Moon.
Willie was a boy astronaut
the first one allowed in outer space
Not a commander, but a commander-in-training
Every night, he was on another adventure
Can he ever just stay home? His daddy asked.
No, Mommy said. He has wanderlust. He has to keep moving.
Maybe I could go? Daddy suggested.
Willie laughed that idea out the door.
Daddy, we are all kids.
The commander is only twelve.
Anyone older is not allowed.
Adventures of children, the best times of all.
I would love
to live on Jupiter and Saturn
but I will still miss everyone
because out here in the galaxy
is such a lonely place to be
without a sandy beach
or some coconut waterin zero gravity
to add some salt water
and vitamins to my soul
but at least there is still the sun
the only remnant of the beach outer space
to bring joy to the heart of this lonely astronaut
Astronaut clock with a willie weddie wee
Your moon landing knocked the punch out of me
I was holding my breath when I saw you on TV
If you think I was bad, you should have seen my brother Lee.
We were yelling and cheering when you took your first step.
With a hey robo, hey robo we were shaking streamers as others crept.
We are so glad to have you now sitting here in our room.
Please tell all of us the tale. We are about to put you on Zoom.
Fighting against the iron grip of gravity, its power over this vessel decreases and we slip through its clutching fingers.
Breaking through astronomical barriars into the darkness of space this force of earth no longer lingers.
Into an emense and endless galaxies of stars, we pause here and there taking in wisdom and enjoying each blissful atmosphere.
Into various realms of wonderous beauty attracting the higher vibrations of power and eliminating all fear.
The unceasing invigorating gracious energy is raising our conciousness to a higher place.
Transcending and connecting to an omnipotent force so compelling that we can actually see our true benevolent face.
For so long many ingrained misconceptions that have been taught must be purged in leveling up from how or what we should think or do.
Here in the emptiness of space there is no doubt that the light, this remarkable creative force is the presents of God in you.
When dawns your own world, when
From another's blank horizon
Rises your brother's habitation
Can it be overlooked then?
Stretching with the sympathies
Out from coldness of craters
Approached are the Maker's
Fixed sensibilities.
I ponder after gazing back at the brilliant blaze and flaming embers ever thrusting forward into the unknown abyss of endless space.
How wondrous and ominous are the surroundings generating an exuberant feeling of being part of this endless place?
Fairing ever deeper into unconquered regions with excitement and anticipation.
Discovering the pure evidence of the great power of light as each star pierces through this dark and wonderous constellation.
Filled with a fire for exploration in search of other sentient beings, seeking that which is a journey of wisdom and knowledge that never ceases.
A never-ending quest to discover new healing technology, or a relative, kin, a friend we have never met as the suspense of anticipation only increases.
There lies within a deep unexplained knowledge of so many events in our surroundings that most are unaware of and simply cannot see.
As even more senses come alive, the feeling of loneliness may set in although never really being alone, for the prime creator resides within the space between every atom, proton, neutron, and cell of everything there was and is to be.
Straddling fire, he rode bursting through space,
fearless trust wearing an astronaut's face.
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ASTRONAUT 2021
As certain as I see the world below
some things I'd overlooked, within my haste
come to my mind, and in it now, I know
we can't allow what time remains to waste.
What God's become, because we've let it be,
would change if only you'd see what I do,
spread out below, right here in front of me
a fragile sight--most delicate a view.
To see the whole thing, as it is complete,
the total world, big pictures only show,
is recognizing what's beneath our feet
was made by one who knows more than we know.
My question's not to ponder as to how
God made the world--but how to save it now.
© Ron Wilson aka
vee bdosa the doylestown poet
They blasted off, breaking the bonds of Earth,
reaching for the edge of space
Cracking a hole in the great blue ceiling
that will nevermore be replaced.
Astronauts in their cloaks of pride,
bravery, their Tour de Force, in place.
The spirit of the first explorer, Alan Sheppard,
rode with them as they harnessed space.
Astronaut Cat John is crazy he heard through the pipe.
He had no idea who was dissing him, but it sounded like a gripe.
He’s kind of handsome, another feline purred, she said it sweetly.
He would like to know who that was, he hoped it was Miss Sheetly.
Miss Sheetly became a member of the crew before they blasted off.
He was eager to know her better, she had no disease or cough.
Some idiots were hiding their ailments so they could take the ride.
They obviously cared nothing for the rest of the crew, clearly no pride.
Miss Sheetly is gorgeous, Cat John thought, and had a day dream.
He made her smile, laugh, and finally flat out love scream.
Could barely look at her when he saw her swish around the next day.
He found out the speaker had been Mrs. Rutherford, decrepit and gray.
Have you wondered what it’s like out there
Do you float along without a care
And you see the blue planet below
I think it must be quite a show
It always seems so exciting
To be an Astronaut is so inviting
But how would I get to space
I think I might be out the race.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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