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It was the third lunar mission
Of the Apollo space program;
Destination was the earth’s moon
Where two men were going to land.
Neil Armstrong was the Commander;
Piloting the Columbia was Michael Collins;
Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin would Pilot the Eagle;
The landing craft they would land in.
Aldrin landed the Eagle
In the Sea of Tranquility,
While millions watched on TV sets,
Including my family and me.
On July 20, 1969,
Men from the Apollo 11 space flight
For the first time walked on the moon
Late on that summer night.
I’ll never forget the exact day it occurred;
It’s a special day for me;
I shared my eleventh birthday
With the men of Apollo 11 and history.
It has come to my attention that the moon is capable of growing
green bananas, keeping sheep and goats, but not cows
the cattle emit too much gas.
If we send refugees there and not to Rwanda, they must be
nonsmokers; which surprised me as a packet of Camel was
found by Neil Armstrong, it was planted there by young Putin
to blame the USA.
The Palestinians refuse to settle on the moon and insist
on staying in Palestine despite the Zionist efforts to kill them.
Mind, a day might come when the Zionists have to go
to the moon and build a new Jerusalem in a moon crater.
In the meantime, IDF is tasting their skill in Gaza.
Horsepower
David J Walker
It occurs to me that while
Horses can run
Could they actually pull a
Rocketship past the moon
Headed to the sun?
Apollo 11, for instance,
And just for fun
Is said to have had
32 million horsepower
As if each one
Was Harnessed with leather straps
And brightly polished brass bells
And as the crowd swells
off they run
At the crack of a whip
32 million horses all at once
Leap upward up-ward with a
6 Million tun
payload
Kicking up dust
All those horses needing to
Generate 7.5 million pounds
of thrust
at liftoff, that is
Off towards the sun
Hooves pounding
Harness bells ringing and
Commander Neil Armstrong
On top cracking the whip
Singing, suns of the pioneer's songs
Headed to the moon on his
32 million Horse-drawn rocket ship.
Can you hear the voices of
Those Space Cowboys stepping lightly
As their horses
Fertilize the surface of the moon?
“Ahhhh ..Houston… We Have a problem here”
“Who is gonna clean this up?”
"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."
Neil Armstrong.
None dare doubt the human spirit nor conceive of thoughts that
minimizes its potential and power. Although the human spirit
is by no means God nor even a little god, it is made in God's
image. The expression, human spirit, has always connotated
to me the ability of mankind to rise above and beyond; to reach
the afore-thought-of as unreachable; and being willing to pay the
ultimate price or sacrifice to achieve its goal.
The human spirit relative to its exercise, although resident
in all humans, does not always express itself equally in every
human being. Hitler had a human spirit as did Mother Teresa.
It was a human spirit driven by hate. The human spirit inside
of Mother Teresa was one driven by love.
Indeed, all men and women are made in God's image and likeness.
However, we are equally marred by sin, having taken on the sin
nature through Adam and Eve. Moreover, the human spirit that can
fall to the greatest depths of sin and willful disobedience; that
can become dead weight for all intents and purposes, can also rise to
the heights of Godliness by way of our 'new nature in Christ'. Adam
did not earn the image of God. It was a gift. Nor do we earn our
new nature of righteous. It too is a gift from God.
NASA's mission of landing on the moon on July 20, 1969
was one of the greatest portraits of the human spirit.
091222PSCtest, The Human Spirit, Mystic Rose Rose
I’ve written about the day before Christmas…then added Christmas Day into the mix…
So it only seems appropriate that I write about December 26.
So…happy day after Christmas…like Christmas it’s a day that can enchant and captivate…but it has the disadvantage of arriving one day late.
December 26 knows it could be a day more people would adore…
If only it showed up a little earlier…if it had arrived one day before.
(Not to make light of Boxing Day or the Feast of St. Stephen…which on the 26th are on display…ill-fated,, however, to be celebrated in the shadow of Christmas Day.)
Yes I’m afraid December 26th if destined forever to be cursed…
with the relative obscurity of the day that follows January 1st.
So today I celebrate all those days who just because of their one-day lateness
are destined to travel down the path of history...one day away from greatness.
We remember the first man on the moon…how Neil Armstrong led the way…
while the second Buzz Aldrin, is as remembered as they day after Valentine’s day
We remember Edmund Hillary, the first to scale Mt. Everest one cold and fateful day
but who remembers, Tenzing Norgay, the sherpa who accompanied him on his way?
Mt. Everest it’s the tallest mountain in the world but the second is almost as high
Yet K-2 is only an afterthought, kind of like the 5th day of July.
Amelia Earhart was the first to fly across the Atlantic Ocean…at her many accolades were hurled…but did you know the second, Geraldine Mock..actually made it all the way around the world?
Isn’t it funny how life works, for none of us could have foreseen
that Geraldine would be a footnote in history…like the day after Halloween.
But such is the way the calendar unfolds, from January to December
some days, like people are destined for greatness…while others we hardly remember.
I think it’s time we change all that and give these days and people their due.
for I believe second places and days after deserve a home in our hearts too.
So hold your chin up December 26th, today is your day to shine…
after all you could show up only every 4years…like February 29.
The end of an era has come and gone
Right before our eyes;
With the man who first stepped on the moon
Having said his last goodbyes.
While tens of thousands of engineers,
Scientists and lovers of space
Helped lift him up and get him there,
No one else can take his place.
From his childhood to the final countdown;
Separation to “The Eagle has landed,”
There was something unique about Neil Armstrong
Who never once felt lost or stranded.
While planting America’s Stars and Stripes
And walking in lunar dust,
Not hardly for himself alone
But for every one of us.
Seemingly, so long ago
But then again, not long at all;
America never felt so good
And we all walked ten feet tall.
When Neil returned
The fires burned inside our homes and hearts;
As the promise of a new age dawned
We believed in a brand new start.
From earth to sky we’d learned to fly
And Neil Armstrong took us there;
First of his kind to sail through time
And walk where no one else dared.
The end of an era has come at last
As time and history march on;
And some men’s marks are made to last
Not least of all, Neil Armstrong’s.
I was born on July 20, 1958.
Being one of seven children and having a mid-summer birthday, even as a young boy, it was
not uncommon for my birthdays to come and go without much fanfare.
In the winter of my Fifth Grade year at school, we had an assignment to write a short-story.
I was already in love with writing way back then. My short story was on a topic that was
very much in the news at that time and a very interesting and exciting theme for a young
boy. I wrote a short story about me being the youngest astronaut in the space program and
being selected to be the first astronaut to walk on the moon. I was aware at the time, that
the US and USSR were in a Cold War race to be the first country to achieve that lofty goal
and I knew it was bound to happen soon. To make my story even more special, I wrote that
this wonderful event would take place over the coming summer, on my birthday!
Well, lo and behold, as the winter turned to spring and spring turned into summer the Apollo
11 space mission launched from Cape Canaveral carrying three astronauts, two of whom
were targeted to walk on the moon.
As my 11th birthday approached, without any notice from anyone else, I watched in awe as
the Apollo 11 made its way to the moon. On July 20th, 1969, the lunar landing module,
Eagle, set down on the moon! I remember expectantly waiting for the astronauts to be given
permission to exit the Eagle and step foot on the moon’s surface as the hours of my birthday
ticked down.
It was about 10:00 pm eastern time when my parents finally sent us all to bed on the news
that Mission Control made the decision to wait until the next day to send Neil Armstrong out
of the lunar module. With tears in my eyes, I went to bed thinking that I missed my chance
to share my birthday with history and to have had my short story prognostication come true.
At a few minutes before 11:00 my parents woke all of us up to come watch as Neil
Armstrong could wait no longer and talked Mission Control into letting him walk on the moon
without further delay.
So, at about 11:00 pm, on my 11th birthday, the men from Apollo 11 walked on the moon for
the first time in history. One small step for man and one giant link to history for one small
boy in Charleston, West Virginia.
And, that is when 11 became my favorite number.
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.
“That’s one small step for a man,
one giant leap for mankind.”
Neil Armstrong
Earth’s planet, moon,
exposed by the sun's reflection,
beams larger than life in skies of contingency.
Likewise, mankind
manifested through his mentor, the Son
gains without measure - spiritual magnitude.
Neil Armstrong’s famous words
after stepping foot on the moon
remind us how minuscule man really is…
Although, the psalmist says,
man was made ruler over the earth...
the moon’s potentate is not specified.
Man on the moon
felt very small, insignificant
yet, left considering infinite possibilities.
Mankind’s ascent to the skies
embraces every person in good time
Creation’s current focus – man’s earthly mission.
Mankind’s highlight
to be the first to claim the moon
as property rather than as God’s instrument.
Moreover, made in God’s image
individual man and corporate bodies
will eventually cease and the moon will be “suspended”.
How majestic is God’s name in all the earth. Psalm 8
Biden has never felt weller
He’s seen off that crazy-haired fella
With boxes to dump
Of votes ticked for Trump
He simply can’t move in his cellar.
***
Neil Armstrong had NASA to please
He slowly got down on his knees
He dug up a rock
And got quite a shock
And said ‘Yum... it really is cheese.’
***
Pythagoras drove a big wedge
He said the world’s round with no ledge
Columbus was stressed
When in the Crow’s nest
He cried, ‘We've gone over the edge‘
***
That Alexander Graham Bell
At least as far as I can tell
His chisels he’d hone,
Carved a dog and a bone
Marconi had made one as well
***
Alexander Fleming earned his shilling
By working so hard and so willing
He ate mouldy bread
But before he was dead
He invented a pen with a quill in
***
Adam, it seems, had no mother
But God had sent Adam a lover
Eve, naked in bed
Was sad when he said
Hi ducks, have you got a brother?
***
The asteroid wouldn’t desist
It’s path wouldn’t turn, wouldn’t twist
That fireball from space
flew by at a pace
A caveman said f*ck me, it missed
***
That covid was terribly cruel
It just wouldn't run out of fuel
We first sent rebukes
And then we sent nukes
When Xi Jinping said ‘April Fool’
***
Isaac Newton is astounded
The apple has left him confounded
His half crazy stare
As it floats in mid air
Is strange for he’s always so grounded
***
No seconds, no minutes, no hours,
A cosmos of dust and gas showers
They’d clash and they’d clang
To make a big bang...
Phut!