Best Launch Pad Poems

A spaceship called Hope... made from future's grand mist, 
is perched upon a launch pad of manic chemicals, and loss.
With stun gun emotion, mother earth regurgitates.  
5-4-3-2-1
Her metal finger meets the button...
she releases her ballast...
Blast off! 
My brain engulfing G forces.
Soon to become a...

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I am not a sanctuary
do not come to me for sanctuary, 
I am a supernova,  the Saturn V rocket
prepared to penetrate the highest blue sky
with a 6.5 million pound payload ride,
my rocket shell steams in idle
while erect in your atmosphere
the liquid oxygen and hydrogen
of...

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SPEEDING ROCKET

Standing huge and massive on the launch pad, so many tons of power
wait to be primed, one way ticket to the stars, waiting to be launched.
It will circle the planet and then land safely, but it wants to go so much further.
This will be...

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Columbia soars high up from it’s launch pad, or so it seems
Seven men and women like children, fulfilling their most dreamt about dreams.  

Cocooned inside their spaceship, our earth, they now see as a whole
A pity we can’t all see the big picture and...

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It’s heading for our planet at ten thousand miles an hour
To stop it all the experts say we haven’t got the power
All the nukes in all the world won’t constitute a plan
So someone said, ‘All we can do is call on Turbo Gran.’

The call went...

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"I only wish that ordinary people had an unlimited capacity
for doing harm; then they might have an unlimited power
for doing good."--Socrates

BLASTING OFF

What if human beings
Were not broken sinners
But the resilience of life
Creating long-term winners
Sitting on the launch pad
Engines primed and ready
Blast off is a go!!!
Lifting...

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A beautifully perfect July sky, exploding in holiday brilliance, held its collective breath as I carefully secured my bottle rocket for lift off.  At that precise moment, Ms. Filipski decided to violate my airspace and with pinpoint accuracy, I scored a direct hit from...

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Cruz croppin' cruz control,

contralateral craw fishing on the soul-

grounding intimidation,

growling conversations,

growing in the grooms greatest advantageous...

Glowing-
gory the launch pad goal,

cloning calamity's spindrift off the walls of the show....

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Son of a legend, and the greatest of Danes,
A towering keeper with success in his veins,
From a boy at United he’s developed and grown,
And now Kaspar Schmeichel as a Champion is known.
 
A tireless worker on the right of defence,
With both pace and great timing...

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Waves pushed a torrent of power and might.
Against the tiny creature seemingly lost in the night.
With only the moon to navigate her path,
Little seahorse galloped—
	Giddy up—giddy up—
Hungry suitors let her pass, tonight peace without wrath.

Hippocampus—was her genus, a clever equine design.
Upright she rocked, the shallow...

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Whilst sitting on the Launch Pad
They await the final countdown
Their rocket – called TAKE 5, begins to shudder
The Captain is well known, and called BUTTERFINGER  Boris
The other crew are MIKE and IKE and a female they call Doris

Rising with a roar like thunder
The MILKY...

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If I could close my eyes and click my heels
and travel back in time, 
I'd be at Apollo 11 Launch Pad,
on July 16 of 1969.

The original crew was only three,
but now there'll be one more.
We're headed for the moon,
where no one has been before!

Four days...

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A Voyage Where Adventure Must Invite:
Off Mega-Hurts (MHz) - - - -  thru Giga-Bites (Gbyte)
And Reboots, Resets and Reduced – Sites
… into CyberSpace’s Secret – Flight…

An Inner Sanctum – Leaving from A Void
of Dreamless Drones or Disposable Droids
whose Mechanical Moves are quite Paranoid
Poised to...

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Under the scorching spotlight sun,
this fan stands
fearing losing sight of a star.
Behind, watchers arm
themselves with binoculars.
Our eyes lock.
Lips prepare for
salty launch pad palms
depositing
lover's rockets.
Arms rise carefully.
Wrist rotate positioning
invisible spacecrafts
parallel to the earth.
Hot breath blasts
kisses flying,
floating in orbit
untouched
by gravity before colliding.
Now, one supernova sits
in a constellation
of...

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Last time thoughts of boosted hope
came toppling down from the launch pad
of inert indecisions 
Malfunction of a dilithium crystal heart ... 
another failed relationship
doomed to never takeoff from the start
Second stage of salvage effort
were just discarded arguments and disappointments
Time and energy wasted ... 
hope...

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