Best Armstrong Poems
"Pops" is gone
Master of the trumpet
He dazzled
with his artistry
We listened
and watched
The man could rip
out a tune.....
But if the truth be told
He is gone
He's with Bix, Miles
and the others
"Gone from the world"
Cyclist Lance Armstrong
Claimed he did no wrong.
But the seven-time Tour de France winner
Was busted, confessed and became a sinner.
The end of an era has come and gone
Right before our eyes;
With the man who first stepped on the moon
Having said his last goodbyes.
While tens of thousands of engineers,
Scientists and lovers of space
Helped lift him up and get him there,
No one else can take his place.
From his childhood to the final countdown;
Separation to “The Eagle has landed,”
There was something unique about Neil Armstrong
Who never once felt lost or stranded.
While planting America’s Stars and Stripes
And walking in lunar dust,
Not hardly for himself alone
But for every one of us.
Seemingly, so long ago
But then again, not long at all;
America never felt so good
And we all walked ten feet tall.
When Neil returned
The fires burned inside our homes and hearts;
As the promise of a new age dawned
We believed in a brand new start.
From earth to sky we’d learned to fly
And Neil Armstrong took us there;
First of his kind to sail through time
And walk where no one else dared.
The end of an era has come at last
As time and history march on;
And some men’s marks are made to last
Not least of all, Neil Armstrong’s.
Lance expects forgiveness now
For coughing up the truth,
Even though the clues were there
For any paltry sleuth.
Confessing all on Oprah’s show,
He hopes to get on track,
Believing that the sport would gladly
Want to have him back.
After years and years of lying,
While his fans continued hoping,
It’s a bit anti-climactic
To admit that he was doping.
A hero who has fallen
Often stays down in the dust,
For it’s hard to get your base back
After you’ve betrayed their trust.
now is all there is,
that's the nature of the beast,
relatively speaking
advantaging 'those' who control time...
now is a situation of absence and meaning
'those'...are us and our day to day routines
slowing down, to take advantage of the scenery...
remember the most wonderful childhood song,
'what a wonderful world' by louis armstrong...
well, now is all there is and it is a wonder(full) world...be strong
The great man is dead
And he may find in this voyage
So many Columbus that left us blind
Without knowledge
Of earth indisputable speck
Steering the shipwreck
With malfunctioned cameras of dream.
The great man is dead
What this this new situation for him
Who made the first step
Through the wilderness of galaxies
On the threshold of the moon
Ambiguous mystery of origin
That makes man's giant leap?
The great man is dead,
An an entire age follows after him
Dwindling our thirst for adventure
By the measure fear
Of what our puny worth affords.
He was our Balboa there.
Death is something that happened here
A long before parachute sail
Confronted the invisible with dead arguments.
Death then is his escape
The brilliant subplot of faith
Refuting all the universe as strings
For why die to become what already are
Stars die to become stars
He dies to give back to dust
What dust has denied it wants to be.
The death of great men
Still make us see, how common we are
How similar from birth to end
How flimsy the mirage in which we pretend.
Shall I tell him farewell
Whom I soon shall meet
Not differing in status, not separated by class
Just dust of star become food for grass
That shall in one soon season
Become indistinguishable from us
Little specks
In the universe of great mysteries.
Let me salute him who fired boyhood to believe
Life is greater than man's logic perceives.
The coal and blackened hands.
Zero was the cardinal sin.
After the lunar walk,
you flinch back in horror.
A gaint leap has ended
in a coal tar pit. Are you
sure we have landed
at a right spot ?
Extraterrestrial. An immune
disorder. Your autism
was evolving into a
monster of twisted brain.
Outside your home
dozens of bodies were found.
What were you doing
when genocide started.
Satish Verma
Louis: How are things down there? Hear the Northern and Southern States are
having quite the disagreement. Congrats for becoming president.
Abraham: You're right about the unrest. I just hope a war doesn't break out soon.
How did you get so far- and even leave Earth - in the first place?
Seems to me it would be colder than ice out there!
Louis: Thank goodness for rockets and spacesuits. That's what enaabled me to
travel to the moon - not that I expect you to understand in your time! And believe
me you're right about the cold! Feels great to be weightless too.
Abraham: Man on the moon sure is quite the achievement. Probably beats all these
appointments I have! Well, have to sign bills, meet people, and so forth. Have a
great time and bring back a moon rock!
Louis: Thanks and hope you don't get too busy! Going to spend a while out here
and hooray for America! See you later.
ARMSTRONG IS GONE.
This great leg who steped places
Not all men would treck
His vibrant head that was always
Blessed
Not all sence can learn,
Armstrong, destinies wagon, the
Golden legend
Surgion of human endervoles, even
The best among animals prefrence,
Your gaint visit to the clouds
Where the moon permanently rest.
II
My lips are sealed
See this almond tree thick and rich
But she thinks real deep in memory
Of her greatest fallen leaf.
Armstrong the transparent king,
How can I be your next of kin?
Your family never needs to weep,
Mankind must forever celebrate your
Skin,
The gentle key who unlocked every
Troubled wind.
III
Armstrong will no longer talk,
His works created the word rejoice.
My loyalty is all you read
As my voice stands still,
Lower the stars let's all sing
Like the breeze coordinate this
Flag with easy.
Time to become the man of dust
To reincanate and meet his
Favourite Lord.
Armstrong is physicaly gone,
Possitively sure the moon forever
Appreciates your intelligent touch,
The new baby Armstrong will
Soon be born.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA
Here lies the body of keegan armstrong
who has nothing but a feeble arm
Not for work but daily meal raise
After a plentiful meal,he sits calm
Boasting of how strong his arm could be
i've got
the world
in my hands
it's time
to make
my stand
fighting
for the love
in your hands
it's hard
to move
alone
under water
sometimes i think i'm going down
sometimes i feel i'm gonna drown
sometimes i feel i can't feel
so i go under water
i don't want to hear it no more
i don't want to hear it no more
i take my chances
i'll capture hope in the moment
there is no tomorrow
no matter who is there
i'll save your ashes
but you're just a moment
you're just a moment
just a moment too much
under water
sometimes i think i'm going down
sometimes i feel i'm gonna drown
sometimes i feel i can't feel
so i go under water
i don't want to hear it no more
i don't want to hear it no more
"i can't swim, so i'll walk the moon instead"
Neil Armstrong in nineteen-sixty-nine
Moonwalked on the moon, the first in line.
There have now been twelve
Humans, no elve.
Don’t you think this is mighty fine?
From afar a sound of "Blues" so tender
Like Satchmo strumming his trumpet
His loud voice calling us together
Makes me in verses break into yesterday
Oh Louis...raise your voice to everyone
Make the trumpet's call sound loud
Chase away the fears of the crowd
And those outside who think they're alone
Oh Louis... now release the husky voice
Nice and slow, neither hot nor cold
Let it come in that bittersweet jazz
That speaks of the wonders of this world
Alberto Secama 15 May 2020