Best Spacemen Poems
Retrorockets blasted
Spaceship settled down
Soft landing on a planet
Dust plumes swirling ‘round.
Crewmen tested atmosphere
Before exiting the door
Donned cumbersome spacesuits
With a planet to explore.
Soon, strange life forms appeared
One tall, one nimble and small
Each wore purple leaves, from purple trees –
that’s all.
The small one plucked purple pears
But before she ate, gave one to her mate
The spacemen shouted quickly--
“Stop! Please wait!”
--James Tate
Categories:
spacemen, science fiction
Form:
Rhyme
I said to the Mountains, tell me the story of the Sheepdog. But would it be Honorable for me to inquire about the Black bull?
The boisterous Animal that took away the Inspiration of the Sheepdog? The story is foretold that the Kettle shall never call the pot; black.
A vision is given by the visionary. He alone knows the riddles behind every detail. But like a butterfly, will he ever fly? Or will he remain stagnant in his own environment?
As the time of the kings, when the morning sun and dew have nourished The plantations. When man stood in the Mirror of greatness.
A time when the strange word "slave Trade" was beneath the earth; came the Imperialist. How then did we came into Such dismay?
Far now, out of our country to serve a Foreigner; a black Bull with crooked Horns. For your destiny is far lost and Your brow will sweat blood.
Thread the corn field and the sugary plant; follow the dreams of the black Bull. Your longing will only be quenched by the bull whip of the black Bull,
Because you dedicated your days to the Idols. Forsaken the One who flew you Out from the House of Bondage, and Placed you in his plantations to grow like the Cedar of Lebanon.
But words will not fail me, if I Mentioned not the sheepdog and the Black Bull. I will not say goodnight until The Drummer sleeps.
A time for mourning, and a time for Oppression, but all is well when the Story is told. I'll not say goodnight until The drummer Sleeps.
Goodnight, the drummer can now sleep, But for how long? When the sheepdog's Lack of conspicuous vision is now his Greatest opposition.
The sign of the time is coming for him to Regain his rightful position. But won't it Be such a hyperbole if I call not such Claim to attention.
Can I tell the story of the greatest Adventure and leave out the black Bull?
As surreal it may sound, with an empty Space of words,mystery and mythology And all?
The real world is that the tribute will go To the black Bull. He has stolen the Remembrance of the sheepdog.
All the meaningful things and conquest.
All left is now a dream, a song.
Like the nostalgia of the Spacemen, who reached the moon but lost their space ship. A lost dream.
Categories:
spacemen, abuse, africa, black african
Form:
Bio
Little lad and big dog,
Big dog and little lad,
A childhood shared in friendship,
A boy and his yellow lab.
The beginning passed through worried eyes,
As adults watched the transition,
But sometimes, fun was this new journey,
For the boy with imagined visions.
One day they would be explorers,
Making their way down sunlit canyons,
The next they would be Spacemen,
Still in space, each others' companion.
A warm heart, a steady step,
Confidence built each day,
Small dangers were averted,
And always disguised as play.
This dog had intuition
The boys Parents saw clean and true,
No need to fret with this well trained pet,
They had seen what this Lab could do.
The boy was never lonely,
With his saviour by his side,
To him it hardly mattered now,
The day that he turned blind.
Good dog :-)
© July 2013
Categories:
spacemen, best friend, dog,
Form:
Couplet
I hope I'll soon awaken from this nightmare of grief
I fell asleep and woke in scenes from The Twilight Zone
The world is a mess with horrors far beyond belief!
Worse than any Rod Serling episode would've shown
It's an alien nation, but the odd spacemen are human
Insurgents with weapons, threatening to declare war
Skin of white, brown and black; all of them fumin'
Setting fires of destruction; acts of violence I abhor
I try to rise from my bed, but I envision ugly views
of a monster trying to rule Earth, disguised as a germ
How surreal is this kind of attack? It must be a ruse!
Should such a horrible dream continue, long-term?
Breaking News!! There's been a fraudulent election
America has been disgraced by President, Don Trump
who claims FOUL, causing a rebellious insurrection!
Impossible! No decent Pres could be such a chump
And then it became even more unbelievable to me
The world learns the germ lives in a human's breath
Never again will I watch The Twilight Zone on my TV
if it leads to nightmares filled with so much death!
Sunlight warmed my face, and I woke in a fright,
recalling that my nightmare was founded on facts
How bizarre are these times of preposterous plight
in an alienated world, guilty of so many hideous act
Categories:
spacemen, grief, surreal,
Form:
Rhyme
I dreamt of being transported to a strange alien land
The sky was splattered with lumps, of red gooey sand
Spacemen appeared through it, with rubbery hands
This wasn’t on my bucket list, I could not understand
Another blip sent shockwaves, from above my head
These spooky apparitions, where filling me with dread
Holy smoke billowed up, and was starting to spread
Tears filled my eyes, forming a most peculiar watershed
Consciousness was with me, but sanity was in doubt
Behind the holy smoke, a blurry spaceman called out
“Bring a crossover line, we’ve got to clear the mouth
It’s not looking too good, we better take another route”
Metallic objects clanging, triggered anxiety all around
The holy smoke dissipated, making a hissing sound
Alone and frightened, I was now sliding underground
Buried in a noisy tunnel, claustrophobically profound
Lights flashed over and over, in a flicker show display
I could see a picture emerging, maybe groundhog day
Perhaps a Dali painting, morphing surrealistically away
Which blended eerie intrigue, into perplexing dismay
I cried for holy smoke, as breathing was no easy task
Instead it was replaced, by some tightly fitted mask
A voice said “no more smoking for you, don’t even ask
Do you enjoy life in oxygen tents, and nebulising flasks”………..oh!
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
spacemen, allegory, dream, surreal,
Form:
Rhyme
Singers , Spacemen,
Their passings are remembered,
All ways with us all.
Categories:
spacemen, death,
Form:
Haiku
They say by the end of this current decade,
space travel will be the way to go,
those flights fifteen hours long
from London to Hong Kong
will take thirty nine minutes or so.
It all sounds quite appealing
but I have a feeling
the reality won't match the dream,
the brainstorming sessions
and artist's impressions
will not all quite be as they seem.
For the spacemen today
before they fly away
must be physically fit, at their best.
They undergo gruelling routines
'till their bodies are lean
and must pass a battery of tests.
There's no way that I
would be passed 'fit to fly'
undergoing 3G stress on a launch,
my eyeballs would burst
and what could be much worse
is what such force would do to my paunch.
My initial delight of making such a flight
has suddenly now lost all its fizz,
with a tear and a sigh
I wave 'bye' to Shanghai,
and so Skegness this summer it is.
Categories:
spacemen, humor, space,
Form:
Rhyme
Boy asks priest:
Sir, I've seen spacemen that need to wear spacesuits because it's cold in outer space
do those who go to heaven also need spacesuits because of the cold?
Priest responds: No my son, souls do not feel the cold in heaven.
Boy responds: If souls cannot feel cold, how can they feel hot in hell
Good question
Categories:
spacemen, child, heaven, religion, space,
Form:
Didactic
It’s forty tears ago this month
That earth day came about
When it was first suggested
It’s success showed lots of doubt.
For many, many years
According to our sources
There wasn’t much concern
For the Earth and it’s resources.
During the 1960’s
Conservationists wished to learn
But womans rights and Vietnam
Were much more of a concern.
Our spacemen took some pictures
And Earth did not look good
This resulted in a movement
To get it looking like it should.
In 1969 off the coast of California
A lot of oiled was spilled
Countless fish and vegetation
And animals were killed.
Soon this lead to Earth Day
Thanks to Denis Hayes
A Harvard student who rallied people
To Conservation ways.
He used the mail and telephone
Any means that he could get
Obviously back in those days
There was no Internet!
Over 20 million folks took part
in the very first Earth Day
There were lectures, games, and concerts
to help to show the way.
To have success and reach our goal
we must practice Conservation
that will be the only way
our Earth will have salvation.
Ralph Taylor
Categories:
spacemen, health, hope, peopleearth, success,
Form:
Rhyme
a sun sent heat growth comes gently
warnings of warmth hardly noticed
not by any act of man but all natural
she prepares metamorphosis in quiet
like poorly dubbed Godzilla films
watching an eight minute delay
with a red shift she swallows those around
bounding great grasshoppers man leaps away
home worlds made for those left alive
searches for second suns are vain
it requires too much for survival
a trip far too distant with ships too slow
our system becomes desolate
as our mother cools down we thin
with hope man may attempt growing grasses
but we are simply planting astroturf
the most unforgiving winter
will freeze remaining humankind
just as she gave us life she takes it back
her layers spread as dissipating smoke
only a gaseous ghost will stand
man is forgotten in the fog
all hope will lie in shots out in the dark
technologic prayers sent out too the deaf
out in the hollows are spacemen
left watering the astroturf
Categories:
spacemen, science, science fictionhope,
Form:
As two Martian brothers went out to play
They argued as to what it would be today
Flipping a coin the younger boy won
“I know just what would be a lot of fun.
Let’s play like we are spacemen from Earth
And we’ll make a movie to show we were here first
And let’s pretend that I win the Spaceman award”
“Hold on you droid, if I’m on board,
You will never win the spaceman of the year award”
“I will so. Honestly I get so bored.
I win the toss and you fuss”
“But, You haven’t the love of humanity for it, you woos”
Cranking up the old rusty government reject garbage can,
The imaginary thrusters coughed, and man,
did they begin to rise. .
“I don’t need to love no stinking humans to win no prize.
Get off of my Space Ship, alright”
“Well, slow it down dude, I can’t jump off at the speed of light”
Apr 28 2010 For Matt’s “Poems to Movies” contest
Categories:
spacemen, imaginationlove,
Form:
Rhyme
We drank tang because the astronauts did...
Our plastic spacemen sashayed in sandboxes
we made lunar capsules out of tinfoil
on Halloween spacemen mingled
with mad clowns jack o lanterns and ghosts.
Santa said ho ho ho from under paper mâché moon glow.
Anything was possible...
there were starry miracles
beyond our four-block world
because the astronauts told us so.
Apollo 1...when the fiery mare first appeared.
Kicked a blazing horseshoe into our satin minds.
Anything WAS possible...both ugly and divine...
We still drank tang but childhood was incinerated.
Categories:
spacemen, age, america, space,
Form:
Free verse
Life on Earth is riddled with mysteries,
Including massive monuments of stone;
Fashioned before recorded histories.
Evidently, early Man wasn't alone,
Some stones can not be moved, even today.
Many maintain that aliens came here
Years ago, to visit; but they didn't stay.
Scientists suggest evidence is clear;
Technologies unknown today were used.
Early Man's mega-sites fill us with awe,
Requiring us to admit, we're confused.
In Man's ancient past, He sketched what He saw;
Etchings of strange star beings He called Gods,
Some resemble spacemen; what are the odds?
Categories:
spacemen, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Acrostic
Sunset
Deep into that darkness sun setting
the termination brought such sorrow
Sky - sky - sky! Lo lowers in the skies
my mind always strays to space darken now the sunset
It was out of place, boldface, sly! yon moon
through which came segmenting, segmenting, segmenting
Goodbye, goodbye! Says I to the sun bye-bye
The homesick horizon hooraying
The splendid sunup shuttling now lowering
Only this and a sundown towards the grounds
While I pondered, last and rundown
Instead I uncovered the astronautics
The moonlit midnight maneuverings
In there stepped a blue sputnik Russia calling…
The soviet plot unsettling America was leading
And the spacemen never cutting
the tin never putting, moon rocks and butter
only this and a sociology
I awoke and flung the realm
Frozen plutonium ice cream?
I crave the current, celestial close
somewhat louder than the prose
to warn me about the day
I crave the sub terminal, Shavian sunshine yet sets anyway
Night has dawn
Light has fallen
As the sun sets…
8/13/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Categories:
spacemen, adventure, analogy, sky, sunset,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
It is how you see things, perspective, what angle do you view it from
Hierogliphic writings alongside pictures of supposed spacemen in some long dead Egyptian Kings tomb.
We have all seen the documentaries, the speculation and expert opinion
Triangular spacecraft with a tall skinny big eyed being with his head a fish bowl on
It must be true, aincient alien drawings from a time of Nekhebet, Rameses and others
Alongside indecipherable writings of a time long past relating fantastic story covers
But what if
Only the other day my young boy drew a picture of some fantastic nonsense with light
If he had drawn it on a rockside, in ten thousand years, it just might
Create speculation and disbelief, become the topic of controversy, conspiracy, am I right
Tom was doodling, being creative, using his mind and imagination
Maybe ten thousand years ago, others were doing just the same thing in a long past civiisation.
Categories:
spacemen, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme