Long Cosmonaut Poems

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Premium Member I have now truly lived

I shoot myself into the cosmos prepared for adventure
insight I find as space travel opens me up to new possibilities
I never realized how small I was until this moment

My space suit is more than comfortable, I feel loved
Nowhere is it too tight, I am amazed by the new world I find
I travel from planet to planet on my starship, feeling joy

Other feelings I have never had before, overtake me
I am an explorer, a cosmonaut, opening up to new experiences
the planets embrace my travel, welcoming me, reassuring me

Heaven is here, I can feel her, there is much positivity
Earth words are not sufficient to describe these new feelings
You cannot explain what you have never experienced

I dart in between the stars, feeling whole for the first time
Not caring if it is my last time because now, I have truly lived my life.
Form: Narrative


Premium Member My Apology

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
© G. Jay  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Premium Member The Final Frontier

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.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member The Poets Spiral

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~

Premium Member Vostok 1

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.
                    ***

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.
Form: Prose


A Tea Named Green

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Because I'M Tired of Metaphors, Etc

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

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