Where in the night sky would I seek
to find the daughter of love,
while Phobos rounds Mars close cheek
tho' Deimos breaches slower above.
Never wanted to be less than whole
lost in a soldier's conquered dreams,
like fine wine alas asked to taste all,
love's sweet draught in moonbeams.
Never harbor a jealous heart
only serves to fulfill it's own needs..
to poison love's lasting waters,
and steal away bright moonbeams.
Laugh at all life's fortunes won
those red rosey skies full a sun..
yet all evenings lost it seems..
in moonbeams,
bright moonbeams,
oh, those
moonbeams.
pink dawn on red mars
as far off sun glimmers gold
more probes are coming
someday red roses
when the greenery arrives
and with it fresh air
blue lakes and swimming
with the clouds, winds and the rain
red planet next door
phobos and deimos
glow throughout a martian night
when skies are dreaming
the astronaut follows in silence
the trace of the beacon lights on the platform floor.
in front of him, the beautiful and sinister steel dome
floats supported by element 115.
the dome gates slide in pairs
at the top of the retractable ladder
and while the hangar resounds its footsteps,
softly the ship welcomes him.
he leaves and knows that those two satellites
are deimos and phobos,
but he doesn't find the landing boots,
the helmet has cracks that expand non-stop
and he forgets which buttons he should press.
there is no god there
to bless this spectacular death
and about those hands that didn't wave goodbye,
he doesn't like to remember.
today is one of those days
in which we are not in ourselves,
he thought,
still seeing the ship plummeting to mars.
days when we leave ourselves at home dreaming,
or that we send our image up front
so that we can wait for ourselves.
he regrets,
but it's time to give up,
forget everything and himself,
today is a day to not arrive.
Phobos and Deimos took a walk.
They stumbled upon a big moon rock.
A bit misshapen.
If not mistaken,
They told Mars, but he was not in shock.
As the rocket flies
in the domain sub celestial,
there are plenty, sturdy bodies,
which of origin are terrestrial.
Moons of Mars orbit at the different speeds.
Deimos is more than double the distance,
Phobos orbits closer to the Mars
and is four times as fast.
From them Intellect jumps to Jupiter or Eris,
Ceres, Makemake or the Pluto,
countless comets, asteroids
or the rocket with the humanoids.
Unfolding lunar spectacles:
expiring Suns, tiny stars,
of shining Galaxies
in great distance of the barren worlds.
Martian Olympiad
Imagine if our Olympic stars,
took spacecraft to host Planet Mars.
Defying gravity’s no longer in.
Athletes float in an atmosphere thin.
Space vehicles race the rocky craters.
Our hosts have skin like alligators.
We skate the polar ice crags.
Compete for gold in laser tag.
Most the events will take place indoors
galactica games and star wars.
Gymnasts will fly off the walls
suspended in space, never to fall.
Team sports are played on simulators,
medals to lick planetary invaders.
They’ll sleep by the Phobus and Deimos moons.
These things may happen, very soon.
8/8/16
In the catacombs of Ares there's
an ancient liar of Dragons on the
dark side of Mars, savage and
giant creatures with enormous
and powerful wings and with the
beating of their wings cause
great sand storms, blocking out
all light from the Martian moons
and all the stars...
Well these cold blooded reptiles
drink from the magma flow that
pours out of the Olympus Mounts
volcano, where the queen turns out
another hundred or so, as the elders
take off flying high in a pinkish-red
Martian sky, terrorizing the Marinerian
aliens everybody thought had died
and everybody says Mars is a dead
planet but that's what they want you
to think, it’s Nasa's best kept secret
by far and these Dragons, DRAGON’S
FROM MARS...
In the shadow of Phobos and Deimos
and Jupiter on the rise...
across the catacombs and canyons of
Ares and Olympus Mons...
It's like something from a sci-fi movie but
it is very real, as real as aliens are...
these DRAGONS, DRAGON’S FROM
MARS...
You ask me well how you know...
I am a Martian that came to earth a
thousand years ago...
The Mystique of Mars
Mars, fourth planet orbiting the sun,
was once a harbinger of hostility and aggression.
Aptly named after Roman god of war,
with sister Earth, it shares the same star.
Red, resplendent orb gracing the night sky,
like a whirling dervish, it artfully dances by.
Two moons captured in a strong gravitational grip,
Phobos and Deimos tag along on a wild cosmic trip.
From ancient times clouded in a veil of mystery,
we've tried to delve into its origins and history.
Is it home to an unfriendly alien race?
Or is it just a cold, devoid of life, kind of place?
While much about Mars is yet unknown,
perhaps, future generations will call it home.
Moon Maiden a-setting, enveloping Solaris;
Crater's a-sealing in the signing Polaris.
Aphrodite's Celeste from Alpha to Omega;
Zeus arriving in the beauty of Vega.
Flowing champagne, supernova musters;
Jupiters' becoming inside universal clusters.
Riding upon The Big Dipper's gravitation;
Luminous Milky way's guiding navigation.
Meteorite colliding into Saturn's rings;
A passionate showering, shooting comet brings.
Andromeda's ascendant, parachuting stars;
Crash-landing within the tastings of Mars.
Uranus azure entwine Neptune's sapphire heart;
Phobos and Deimos kiss on Earth's Lunas' part.
Mercury communing, Pluto platonic;
Catastrophic ecstasy gathering, atomic.
Interplanetary Venus imploding, explores;
Intergalactic Jove exploding, implores.
Dusking Asteroids' dawning on Auriga's course;
Surrenderings spent on the Trojan Horse.
© June 2nd 2013