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Looking back at the Earth, I can't really describe how beautiful it is from 300 miles up. Looking down, you can tell it's a planet. The sky is black. There's just a thin blue ribbon, what we see as blue sky on Earth. You realize how small it is and how fragile the planet is. - Astronaut Mike Good
I was given a wondrous gift at the time of my birth,
Born into a world I lovingly call dear Mother Earth.
She's beautiful but fragile and in order to keep her alive
I must do all I can to protect her and help her to thrive.
This gift provides me with all I need to have a good life
So I must take care I don't cause her any harm or strife.
She's wrapped in green tissue paper made from her trees
Tied with just a thin blue ribbon that floats in the breeze.
How orderly are her fields of corn and those of amber grain
When I look down while flying across her central plains.
Riding in an airplane, there are many other ribbons to see,
Nourishing rivers that travel from her mountains to her sea.
I've seen pictures of how our planet looks from up in space.
While standing on the ground it seems to be an enormous place
But to those men and women who fly high above the atmosphere
Earth is a tiny colored bauble on black velvet that they hold dear.
I look up, grateful for the protection of the thin blue ribbon sky
And for this planet that is such a beautiful home for you and I.
It's humbling to realize how small as individuals we really are
But gain better perspective from astronauts who see it from afar.
Life is all about family and love.
July 20, 1969, this day in history
Astronaut Neil Armstrong walked on moon, 240,000 miles
From Earth, a billion people
Listening at home:
“That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”
This same day near midnight
A small town in Taiwan island, a baby
Was born. I was born!
This clinic nurse in the lobby
Told my grandmother: “It’s a girl.”
Disappointing granny then
Turned around and went on home: without hesitation.
Everyone wished I
Was a boy!
Life is all about family and love.
Introspective, peacemaker, stammering, am I so.
My order sister
Too, born as a special child. She
Blames my mother granting me a prettier face. She
Demands everyone rewarding her undivided attention. I
Pretended permitting her full control over me – until, I
Ceased pretending!
A blessing or a curse, am I not.
Lack of nurturing,
false, no one – mom and dad did their very best.
Celebrate. I am the pretty one.
Life is all about family and love.
Grounded, stubborn, fearless, am I so.
Sunrise; sundown; circle of seasons,
presenting the most powerful version of me – fiercely, am I not.
Schooling, work, duty, responsibility, I am so.
Tearful five years of family revolution – a summon
From entropy, chaos! Three people
again one – the disgraceful one as I
was named!
Shocking, awakening, baffling, agonizing,
Life is all about family and love.
Eccentric, curious creature, solitude endeavor, am I so.
A grateful heart roaring
Abundant resources, reaching
Extraordinary heights, a lifetime student, am I not.
Millions of mistakes. Countless mis-turns.
Knowledge applied become wisdom.
Walking this lonely road missing
A mentor. Not a road less traveled, but
A road worth travels.
Life is all about family and love.
Ecstatic, untethered, blissed soul, am I so.
My father – a giver, a protector,
a provider – kindest man on earth.
Along the way, without permission, his little girl makes him proud.
Truly my father’s daughter. I am so!
Redeem mother’s homemade
Cooking once more. That’s one
Small step for the self-chained mother, one giant leap
For a tranquil daughter.
Life is all about family and love -- forgivingly.
It might be a T-Rex dinosaur
to scare off big bullies with a roar
or Archimedes to help with math;
while I linger, ponder, in the bath.
A space astronaut would be quite swell
to give me some super tales to tell.
A friend like a Prince, King, or Queen may
keep the bitter, spiteful boys away.
Perhaps that tin man who found his heart
because I do not know where to start;
just anyone who can show me how
Shelly, Byron, Leopardi, ciao!
Each night I lie, imagine my list
doctor, nurse, Olympic medalist,
the man who discovered old King Tut,
a dashing knight, a train driver; but,
I am blessed with Eugene - in pink hat,
who does not do anything like that.
1/28/23
It's fact or not
From here to way beyond Camelot
I live it up and laugh a lot
Take off like an astronaut
Took one too many dabs and shots
Moving at the speed of a half knot
I started seeing black dots
Ending up in a bad spot
I can't rely on hitting the jackpot
At one point I had stopped
I get carried away, myself I have to watch
So much life has taught
I know continual foolish choices come at a cost
Even when you can't stop yourself, followed by guilt and sad thoughts
I make dents and continue chopping
They continue prodding and mocking
As opportunity is knocking
It's typical no longer shocking
That this senseless crap goes on as Earth continues rotting
Yet it's an efficient system, hardly any secrets we've been unlocking
Prices going up, rarely dropping
Now what's the point in stopping
I never could
Time will tell if I ever would
Sacrifice it all for the better good
Few understanding
All good, neither does my true family
Now I'm off THC, Pharmaceuticals and Whiskey since you were asking
It's always been far from everlasting
Ups and downs with some contrasting
While time is passing
Sadly as of lately been doing badly
Unhappy, living crappy
While people remain tacky, chatty and snappy
Just rocking a pair of Khakis
Doing not too shabby
Staying aware and prepared because life gets wacky
This is global beyond Cali to Cincinnati
Meanwhile no
I'm aware of all these cheap blows
Stay on your feet and toes
Water at high speed flows
Mountains covered in ice keep froze
A world that revolves around money and kilos
Still full of greed to this day it seems so
It never does any good to free load
Nor getting caught up with your ego
Notions To Ponder
Ancient sacred Hallowed ground astounds the place where footsteps fear to tread
Complacent sounds among the working poor as they are consumed with dread
Adjacent mounds of prayer that culminate to form the voices in her head
Renascent formations of heavenly dispensations for the reborn and the dead
Movement upward toward the notion of relief
Improvement for the dreary who are consumed by latent grief
Amusement of the masses as the technology imposes like a thief
Inducement of the natural world that defies all logical belief
Anaesthetically disempowered by the nature of mankind
Momentarily devoured by the greedy and unkind
Consequentially showered by thoughts of benevolence and refine
Instrumentally de flowered as one dances in perfect mime
Wondering through time and space to contemplate an afterthought
Pondering upon disgrace as one is feeling over wrought
Plundering the earth defaced as resources can be bought
Encumbering the sacred space of a philosophical astronaut
Divinations and invocations of conceptual devotion
Intonations of elevations that rise above the ocean
Collaborations of condemnations as she is overcome with emotion
Insinuations of contemplations that preside over all the commotion
The End
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
In total awe he tries to touch the magnificent crescent moon
for he had heard a man lived there and yearned to see him soon
head held high he searched the sky for that Man in the Moon the boy did espy
he was sat astride the moon up above
whilst swinging his legs sprinkling moonbeams of love
a wink of an eye for the boy to espy, with dreams one day of flying up high
the boy now an Astronaut the cosmos he explores
a welcome wave from the Man in the Moon as daily his spaceship soars
Written 4th May 2019
FIRST PLACE
Contest: Free Verse or Rhyme – picture 1
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Contest: May 2019 Premier 3
Sponsor: Brian Strand
What if I threw my one good grape up high
So high it left the atmosphere of Earth behind
A tiny purple oval object turning over in the sky
A fragile skin the only thing protecting it
As it travels into space where life begins
To another world, perhaps the moon by chance
Without a space suit on or parachute to land
Could it live a life out there, alone, no air
They say there is no sound in outer space
If an astronaut stepped on the moon
And on the uni-grape while taking soil samples
Would you hear a cry around the lunar lander
We just don't know for certain
It might just let out a little wine
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
When I was young, I'd a desire,
To fly beyond this earth, higher;
Where the sun never gets retire,
Blazing with his scorching fire;
It's paradise, indeed...!
It is where moon, at night, does shine,
Galaxy, to stars, chores assign;
Sky and clouds routine treaties sign,
Within their frontiers, to confine;
Each to other does heed...
For sometimes, I did keep hidden,
My desire, as though forbidden;
Mundane worries like waste-midden,
Covered me as though goal-ridden;
Stillness around does breed...
To my parents, friends, kith and kin,
As though, their objective, did win;
My vocation seemed to fill-in,
Professions, where I'd be kingpin;
My heart, in fear, did bleed...
I did oblige to their demands,
All, in elation, shook my hands;
Money though multiply like sands,
Could give happiness of all lands...?
I could never feel, freed...
It's, then I thought to dream again,
The dream of childhood, to regain;
Wild feeling of being in lane,
Of airy hosts, freed of all pain;
This should be my new creed...
I turn an astronaut, daring,
Loving the art of space-faring;
Daring to bear all ill-flaring,
Remain serene and forbearing;
Lo, herewith, I succeed...
22 April 2022
Tall Tales 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
For my days fall away
But I remember you
I want to touch the memories
I just don’t know what to say
As my days fall away
I vaguely remember the chicken pox
Colored popcorn
And my first grade made
Robotic cereal box
The hen and the fox
I remember wanting a fire truck one Christmas
The marble red paint
The glass window in which it stained
I remember my foster mom saying it’s this one or nothing
I remember being too stubborn to accept the smaller version
Its these memories I daunt
It’s these reflections that constantly haunt
These were the highlights of my life
These were the only happy moments I knew
Yet I left them, moments so few
I remember where the wild things are
I remember marshmallow peanuts
Trick or treating and roasted pumpkin seeds
I remember visitation days
The beach-less sand the way we as children once played
I remember the door that never closed
Mexican casserole and never getting enough
Being afraid to swim
Yet finding my way to the roof of the house
With no way of getting down
I remember my first field trip
The dinosaurs and wanting to be an astronaut
I remember my San Francisco 49ers jersey
Number eighty, jerry rice my favorite player
Now days I tend to only clash with the mayor
It seems that images follow a window of time
And after it’s exhausted
We summon them our memories