Best Cosmonaut Poems
Under starlit dome,
across the empty ocean,
I sail all alone.
THE BLUE MOON
Shimmer does it not this inspirational ivory opal,
Lightly dinted with a thin sheen of aquatic blue,
Illuminations elliptical transparent veil, a drapery
Suspended by heavens orbiting web called gravity!
Shingles tacked in by star nails, fastened against
The back drop of a vast blackened universe of mystery,
A mystical painting ever changing, a masterpiece
Created by the divine everlasting, the mood ring
Of inspirational thoughts glittering in the timeless
Sea of space!
Melting frozen ice jewels collide against the fire Rudy
Of the inner suns blaze, as the showering solar dust
Bursts forth falling into the cup of the big dippers crystal
Alignment, amongst the opulent elegance shown in the
Brilliance of the blue moon!
Let tranquilitY's cooling pools runith over in softness
Peace of serenity, I’ll bath within its optical illusions
Of beauty, a transcended spirit seeking freedoms
Dream escape beyond mine own earthly foot hold
Of reality!
A spinning cosmonaut existing in a lunar environment,
Dangling in a spiritual orbit of the heightened experience,
Destinies castaway swaying within the universal pull of
Brilliance, a mystical rose captured within a comets
Tail end of discovery!
Hail that man in the moon, for I wish to be consumed
Within this elliptical titan for which he lives upon,
So close almost to be able to touch by mine own
Mortal imagination, yet by reason the distance
Is just too great, I’m unable to bridge this vastness!
Inspirations muse this prisoner of the earth bound,
Let the shades of illusions not past me by this night
Of elliptical excellence, merging this transcend
Beneath the waves of light, to flex and bend
Unto space itself, drowning within the depth
Abyss beyond!
Oh to become one drop of polar frozen ice,
Floating within this bio-sphere of elliptical beauty,
A tears silent frail hush, to fall against the face of the blue moons
Passionate shine of night, in this single moment of liberation
I’ve found
The true peace of tranquility at last.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Dedicated to Mystic Rose whom
Inspired this poem with her picture
Of the blue moon!
And Kathy Ling my moon gazer
American cosmonaut
moonwalking
Humanity is tethered to the line,
sweating vacuum fear facing the void
Planet of the apes ...
backwards talking
Silent film projector reel
spinning in reverse ... time capsule re-entry noise
Caveman slug in a spacesuit
retrograde crawling
Mushroom cloud cinematography ...
flashback to the future Stone Age trajectory
And Superman in a Captain America spacesuit
ain’t trying to save no one
The giant red star of Krypton
orbiting Washington
is gonna explode,
sucking the Earth into a black hole
Listen to the Neanderthal war chants
devolving into military gorilla grunts
Toraburu ... Rising sun trouble coming
Hear the nuclear choo-choo,
rich uranium promises ain’t worth nothing
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Trouble means Toraburu,
choo-choo ... choo-choo
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Toraburu,
lost in space translation
Hear the choo-choo,
around the bend coming is nuclear devastation
And Super Tweetman in a Captain America spacesuit
ain’t trying to save no one
The white dwarf star of Krypton
orbiting Washington
is gonna implode,
sucking the Earth into a black hole
Superman can you climb
out of the bottomless black hole?
American cosmonaut
moonwalking ...
backwards talking ...
retrograde crawling
Toraburu ... Rising sun trouble coming
Hear the nuclear choo-choo,
rich uranium promises ain’t worth nothing
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Rubble piles of Toraburu,
choo-choo ... choo-choo
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Toraburu,
trouble for the United Nations
Hear the choo-choo,
around the bend coming is global desolation
Toraburu,
insanity curse is coming soon
Death smoke from the choo-choo,
will blot out the sun and moon
Woe, woe ... woe!
Superman is kryptonite sick
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Captain America is radiation sick
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
From the beginning of time there has been exploration
To undiscovered places by every rich nation
Mans great love for exploring has moved up a gear
He has accepted a new challenge; the final frontier.
Nineteen fifty seven saw the launch of sputnik one
Followed by sputnik two, the space race had begun
Russia was the first off the starting block
America was busy working around the clock.
The following year America entered the race
By sending explorer one up into space
Russia then sent up their first cosmonaut
America then followed with an astronaut.
America was now leading in the race for space
President Kennedy’s wanted a man, on the moons surface
The whole world was watching, they were eager to see
Eagle Landers touchdown in the sea of tranquillity.
Research and development is now taking place
To establish planet Mars as a forwarding base
Future missions will refuel and take on supplies
So astronauts can venture out into darker skies.
Look up on a clear night and look for the space station
Manned by astronauts from more than one nation
Mankind has shown that he has the capability
By developing spacecraft that was once fantasy.
There have been many celebrations and even some tears
Accidents have caused deaths of some brave pioneers
Two NASA space shuttles, Colombia and Challenger
Both exploded above the earth a tragic disaster.
Our sun will die out and mankind needs to survive
A new home is needed so humans can thrive
Mankind will colonise planets that’s a certainty
Using great minds to develop new technology.
Space exploration is new and is painfully slow
In the big scheme of things, we’ve a long way to go
But one day these dreams will become reality
As man ventures further out, beyond our own galaxy.
Written 30th March 2018.
Summer boulder-boots wear my thoughts
Thoughts warmed by winter coat maligned in poison oak
With an indelicate left-breast
Pocket inscription stating the obvious
“Boys Don’t Cry”
(Simply put and rich in depth, obviously)
All together, together all.
All together one we go
Neurotically traipsing unreceptive asphalt
Summer boulder-boots wear my thoughts
Warmed-Itchy thoughts are spoke-spun thoughts
By a girl…ewww
(And also by the she I’m so unwanted by, obviously)
With an indelicate left-breast and dysfunctional vocal-cords
Who fit me for the boots and gave me the coat
(I paid for the boots)
The receipt for the boots, under the total
Obviously (or incidentally) stated
“Boys Don’t Cry”
All together, together all.
All together one we go
Neurotically traipsing unreceptive asphalt
Summer boulder-boots wear my thoughts
Dizzy-Swarmed-Bitchy thoughts deplete the air
The air is cosmonaut thin
(Though I suspect thick by astronaut standards)
My lungs protest
With dysfunctional vocal-cords
From an indelicate left-breast that has a flippin’ boot receipt stapled to it
I remove my space helmet to smell the roses
And then
(Quite obviously)
Cry Like It’s
1999
All together, together all.
All together one we go
Neurotically traipsing unreceptive asphalt
Muah!
2/2/2016
I am a spaceman,
Sailing through th wasteland,
Litter'd with plastic stars,
Bitter'd by silver dust.
I am a cosmonaut,
Swimming across th cosmic sea,
Life anchor'd by a breathing rock,
Set silent, timeless & free.
I am in a magical place,
Dreaming your beautiful face,
I have lost my way,
My will to go nowhere,
Time has gone astray,
Too high in space, too high to care.
Apologies for the opprobrious actions that have been brought
For Thee, who descended from the exalted throne of Camelot
Patiently guiding and reminiscing of what has been forgot
My constituent tactics will forevermore be at naught
Ruminating and beholding rain for a garden's flowerpot
For introducing a valueless and unfruitful counter-plot
Being the barren soil, being the one who became a sunspot
Spoken before the unseen and plants encircled within earshot
The evoking morning rays of consciousness have caused some distraught
Occurred the substantial difficult admonition for one taught
Through time, traveling as a cosmonaut, change of heart, change of thought
Eons An Augenblick, please keep this seed inside the orchard’s plot
Updated 5/14/2019
A cosmonaut called Anatoli was diagnosed with acute E.coli
When he became somewhat delirious, they thought it was Bacillus cereus
When plated out under a prism, it looked instead like Botulism
Have you all gone off your rockers, it’s a strain of Staphlycoccus
And then thrown in just as a bonus, a rumour spread of Pseudomonas
No way you nincompoops cried Hans, it’s Candida albicans.
We’re all agreed the team replied........ just after Anatoli died!
STARGAZING
Twinkling stars stare, shine and sparkle.
Star gazing causes miracle.
Astronomy or Astronaut,
Cosmology or Cosmonaut.
Simply wonderful, amazing.
All are products of star gazing.
04/16/17
Stargazing Contest by White Wolf
Vostok 1
Within the time allotted
of eighty-nine minutes,
to orbit the planet Earth
at 17,500 miles per hour,
the Russian cosmonaut
inside the Vostok capsule
espies the distinctive
features of Earth,
from two hundred miles above
its surface.
And reflects upon
the physical violence
of energetic movement
that formed terra firma;
then watches the sun’s rays
penetrate the atmosphere
and thinks of the warmth
inside the magnetic shield.
He sees the beauty of the blues
deposited from frozen comets.
Out here, it’s so tranquil,
thinks Yuri Gagarin,
the first person in space.
“Cedar to Dawn,
I see Earth. The visibility is excellent, over!”
His message relays
to the Soviet command station.
Then, the Vostok retros fire over Africa
for gravity to force re-entry,
and readies himself for ejection
four miles above the Volga River
basin drainage system.
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Notes:
On April 12, 1961, Yuri Gagarin (1934–1968), aboard Vostok 1, launched from Baikonur Cosmodrome, Kazakhstan, USSR, at 6:07 am local time. The total mission lasted 108 minutes. He was the first person in space and the first person to orbit the Earth.
In order to escape gravity, the capsule needs to hit 7.9 km/s or 17,500 miles per hour, which is orbital velocity (approximately 20 times the speed of sound).
Vostok: “Vostok” means “east” in Russian.
Cedar (Kedr-Russian pine): Gagarin’s call sign.
Dawn (Zarya): Launch facility call sign.
On May 5, 1961, Alan Shepard (1923–1998) was the first American astronaut launched into space, and John Glenn (1921–2016) became the first American astronaut to orbit the Earth on Feb. 20, 1962.
As I sat at my window, gazing at the night sky,
All alone enjoying the scented breeze,
The darkness of night struck my vision,
My mind, heart and soul moved to a dream land,
I started feeling the lonely diadem,
Suddenly someone dropped a question into my mind,
Does God exist? If so where is he?
My thoughts rolled back to this world,
My mind started to map the answer,
Some believe their senses – that is science,
Some believe their conscience – that is faith,
A battle between science and faith,
My mind was blank,
I was desperate,
I need the answer,
Who can give me an answer?
May be an astronaut or a cosmonaut or an Astrologer,
Whom shall I seek?
My mind was in a fix,
I looked at the mystique sky,
Oh God please give me an answer for this?
A deep silence prevailed,
A twinkling thought touched my mind,
My doubt was cleared in a split second,
The great black stretch and the lonely shiny moon,
Struck me as a beauty,
I thought for a moment,
My god! who could have created this – My God
With a sigh of relief I smiled,
It was a smile of pride,
Only a mind more intelligent than human race could have designed this,
And my designer sustains his creation till today,
The answer is revealed,
God exists though unseen
And
As you read this he is seen.
Already accepted that he is the one of his kind;
he is never going to happen again, though,
he has shed and shared too much blood
for keeping himself alive -
always on the still
I am the cosmonaut of his existence;
the explorer of his oneness
for he is the macrocosm of my blooming.
The full Moon shines upon us on this Earth
Exquisite in its shape and in its girth
Lighting up the World from where ever we may be
In England, sunny Eastbourne, to Miami by the sea
Through a pair of good binoculars, I search the sky, what can that be
On a clear night with a full Moon, it’s the Sea they named Tranquility
And other Seas named Nectar, Clouds, and Showers and Serenity
As I gaze through my binoculars, skyward, into infinity
I behold a passing Spaceship landing on the Moon headfirst
I then begin to wonder and question the reality
How a traveling transient Spaceman can ever sate his thirst
For amazingly and despite those Seas, no water can be found or seen
For a dehydrated Cosmonaut to make a pot of tea named green …….
Written 23rd August 2017
Early November 2018
Sponsor: Brian Strand
1st placement
They say to be an artist you’re probably crazy.
They say to see in that kind of darkness you must be crazy.What they don’t know is most of us are.
How do you think I could navigate this mine field of my soul if I wasn’t!How can I ride these title waves of emotions like a Russian cosmonaut saluting my comrades as I ride these waves through my broken childhood. around every single broken heartbeat caused by another wasted words,the fine cracks shown through by the light left in my soul.As I ventured up my neurological system to the darkest recesses of my brain way in the back and at the bottom like a sock drawer without the socks.There it is,the hidden fears,afraid of rejection,creepy ass clowns, judge mental eyes as I stuttered over my words.Being alone,being a disappointment to my family,The utter panic of that sealed box being opened by the wrong people and used against me like I am being drawn and quartered for the whole world to see that yes I bleed too.So yes you have to be a little crazy to be an artist,to ride the waves to the
Abyss of darkness through the veins of your body to bleed onto paper what others don’t have the courage to say.~JAZ~
There once was a married cosmonaut
Who out in Space did what he shouldn't ought--
Kissed a pretty Mars bar
Made love to the North Star--
Sex with a slattern from Saturn he bought