Do you remember that time we danced on the moon, our bodies entangled, our breath in tune.
Yes, you took my breath away. Like I'd left the earth.
After you I was floating in space. You took me to a different place. Like I'd seen all the cosmos.
That night left me every kind of heartbroke.
If I could take that trip again I would, I'd go back, and see the moon.
Because I feel like that journey across the stars, just ended all too soon.
And I was wondering, if you did too.
I guess what I'm asking is, can we explore the unknown together. Not for one adventure, but every adventure after. How would you feel, about being astronauts forever?
Watching astronauts who fall in love is always fun.
These two had a united front that yelled out “one”.
The greatest relationship if extremely well done.
Two together, united in thinking is powerful, son.
AQUATIC ASTRONAUTS
beneath blue depths they train
it feels a lot like home no gravity
you see
moon shine and ripples
floating bloated bodies
and airtight head gear
of steel
here they speak universal
truths
vernacular bubbles
in claustrophobic
booths
delusional dialogue
hydra hallucination
days of depraved
youths
brains strain blended in bends
above harsh daylight hammers
pound
buried under static gales
where sanity is lost and
found
dispersed authenticity
drowns whilst spoken universal
truths
rest calm in underwater
booths
transcending
tranquil peace
resounds
(Astronauts train underwater)
© Kim van Breda—23 February 2015
Lost Astronauts
Another black day in our land;
Our hearts are filled with grief.
There is only one place to turn,
To find needed relief.
Dear God please meet them at Your gates
They dared to reach so high.
Is mankind growing much too bold;
Are we not meant to fly?
Our president has said it well.
“We didn’t see them land,
We know they have gone on to home”.
Someday we’ll understand.
You gave us need and ambition
In our short lives to find
The key to all the mysteries
Created by your Mind.
Please bless our earnest endeavors
To do the best we know
To get where we are going.
Where you would have us go..
We ask protection for the ones
Who carry out the plan
That You have firmly planted in
Resourceful mind of man.
Our nation is in deep mourning
Our hearts are full of pride,
For each of those brave pioneers,
Who dared to reach and died.
By: Joyce
Is that a sphinx we see on Mars
Resembling the one in Egypt
Just how were the pyramids built
And pharaohs placed in lavish crypts
When Mars’ oceans began to dry
Did species seek preservation
Did ancient astronauts arrive
To colonize a new nation
To date, the complex construction
Of Egypt’s tombs sparks speculation
Are Martians in man’s family tree
Hanging limbs, green blood relations
* For the "Sphinx Head on Mars?" contest
Astronauts - out to space
To extend the human race!
Look for planets and stars galore
The life will never be a bore!
Astronauts
Everyone makes mistakes, even scientists.
They used to think earth was flat.
Now, they fly around it.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 20, 2010
Poetic form: Kimo
As the vastness of heaven falls before my eyes
The twinkling of its luminous dwellers reveals presence
Allowing my eyes to focus on the depth of the skies
Feeling at one with the greatness of the many stars
I feel comfort in the genuine sparkle, almost as an accolade
Thereby warming me, welcoming me from as distant as Mars
My voyage is great, but not as when I return back to mother Earth
The big blue marble, as she calls me home, to the shores and land I love
To the many who care, who applaud my return, to the place of my birth
My untimely Lover,
Take in the notion that this
Is not the proper moment.
This is not the moment to be seen
Or get fed.
This isn't the part where the rain falls
Or when the clouds decide
That beacons should take over by dusk.
I have considered many long nights
Past the judgment of a juvenile mind
And they have all been but forgotten.
I have realized the sentiments
Of mothers built on morphine
But I have not dismissed
The outcome of subordinate fathers.
I stepped past an ugly lawn
With a proto type framework
And drifted between the lines,
Mingled with the guests
And smoked my lungs away,
Cried my eyes out,
Or left the football team stupefied.
With this injunction,
I'm compelled to leave a message
For a penny and a praise.
If this seems questionable,
My ill clad Lover,
Take the time to memorize
My most infamous traits.
I write smut for a living
And eat sex by the handfuls.