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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.
A circular blue distorted haze, the portal as it is known,
So tangible you could feel its powerful force,
Transporting the space craft to worlds unknown
Via spontaneous computers which navigate its course.
Travel of an exquisite exhilarating kind, the most advanced to date,
A phenomenon creating a fixation never previously observed.
Transportation to surely determine mankind’s fate
The revelation that hopefully our civilization will be preserved.
With the Earth in its dying hours, some humans patronise
Refusing profusely to accept our doomed fate,
Preferring ignorance above intrigue, a failure to recognise
That this portal is our only enterprising, freedom stargate.
28th January 2020
Eight Word Challenge 1 2020 Contest
Sponsor – John Hamilton
The queue was long, fifty or so,
Spacesuits donned, ready to go.
With wife and son, of ten years old
We await our journey to unfold.
Earths orbit was good, the moon even better,
But Mars signifies the true jet setter.
The craft in the hanger, white and obscene
Larger than any craft I’d ever seen.
The gel like seats programmed to mould,
To any shape or form you wish to unfold.
And a gravity equaliser on board to boot
Working in harmony with your gravity suit.
The craft will propel via the repellent field,
protected of course by the ships heat shield.
No sound detected, no smell of the fumes
Until the atomic fusion produces a subsonic boom.
It’s 30 days and the orbit is reached
Through cryogenic state, our rest is not breached.
The planet below is a sight so immense
As the shuttles descent keeps us all in suspense.
There it is, a majestic city in lights,
Incoming shuttles, so many flights.
Visors lowered, to protect from the sun
Cold to the touch, before the gloves are put on.
A city of forests and huge water falls,
A man made miracle with customary malls.
The ultimate holiday to tick off the list.
Human exploration not to be missed.
I sense tomorrow is the future- Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Sheri Fresonke Harper
Date - 8th October 2019
By days intensely bright, the sun blinks twice
The nights so cold your eyeballs instant freeze
Yet upper atmospheric views entice
You dare to brave the ice-whipped, hostile breeze
When you look down, the ground's pockmarked with holes
And toxic gases float about your nose
The sun's gone down, and then your terror grows
Just where you stand, you'll not precisely know
On shaky surface, bare and barren rock
A baby step, you're hurtling through the air
You've leaped one hundred meters! Now take stock
The landscape here a Super-Man would scare
A lunar landing's not for faint-of-heart
Just one misstep can rip your frame apart
Sir Richard Branson - Rocket Man
There was a boy who had not fared well at school
Years gone by and no one could call him a fool
Now a business tycoon and philanthropist
Virgin records, first venture on his checklist.
The owner of the Virgin Group he became
An entrepreneur with stand out claim to fame
Though it was not always a smooth sailing ride
He took the failures and mishaps in his stride.
Sir Richard Branson, born in nineteen fifty
Dyslexia made school a difficulty
That didn’t stop him chasing his ambition
He was determined to follow his vision.
A star in the making he just would not quit
Nothing and no one would stand in way of this
Each successful venture led to another
Outer space was the quest above all other.
Exploring space travel Sir Richard wished to do
Virgin Galactic has made the dream come true
This year SpaceShipTwo made its first test flight
The six on board had the journey of their life.
Sir Richard’s virtue is a lesson to all
His charitable kindness defines his call
We have to admire this boundless superman
May he continue for as long as he can.
It goes to show however humble life starts
Determination can fly one to the stars.
12th October 2021
Many eons passed on Earth, who only saw your face
Untouched your virgin body, floating there in space
Waxing, waning, gibbous, crescent, quarter, full and new
Selene the Greeks would call you; Diana, Caesar knew
Who would brave the ether, who would cross the void
To agitate the tranquil sea you had so long enjoyed
To softly kiss your ravaged face and return to tell the tale
Of Luna's hidden secrets beneath her powdered veil?
Three heroes took the final quest aboard their fiery steed
In Apollo's silver chariot proceeding with godspeed
Three days and nights they voyaged to their opalescent goal
On Earth they watched and worried in the halls of ground control
One held the craft outside the reach of Luna's jealous grip
While Eagle's talons cradled two who risked the final trip
They timidly approached her through the shadowy abyss
Luna waited patiently and received the Eagle's kiss
Nations watched and cheered on Terra's distant shore
As one man finally took a step no one ever took before
In our hearts and in our minds his words will be enshrined
"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."
Redlight One to Mission Control!
Can you read me, Can you read me?
Are you there?
Has the comet hit you yet?
Did the 'Nuke it Baby' missile work?
Can you read me? Can you read me?
Perhaps not!
Oh well, here we all are,
in our tin can spaceship,
with our tin can robots driving the show.
With all our tin can things on board.
Tin can demountables for our homes.
Tin can of food on board stored.
Tin cans of water and all else we need.
Bit like camping in our teens.
For our colonization of Mars,
needs all these tin cans to succeed,
for a life live'n forever in,
and outta a tin can.
Hide the can opener from Elon!
Please!
Our spacecraft is fast proceeding
towards nearest neighbour Moon right
where we have planned to celebrate
Sweetest Honey Moon night.
Sky to look dark pitch black at space
as is shown in natural hue,
though atmosphere of earth reflects
the sky in cerulean view.
Space travel makes us realize
the emptiness so wide and vast.
Earth’s sky appears as a blue strip.
Safely landed on Moon at last.
Time was night on that region,
As expected , Sky was pitch black.
No air, no oxygen to breathe,
but we have oxygen back pack.
Full Earth was illumined to glow
From Moon seen as a Full Earth night
Size shown four times bigger than of Moon,
also looking seventy times bright.
My sweetheart was blooming
in intense illumination.
Full Earth showered bright light
on lovely appreciation.
We murmured, whispered, voiced thought.
No air flow to propagate sound.
We yelled utmost, nothing is heard,
Yet we enjoyed and talked loud.
Moon surface : rough, full of craters
devoid of atmosphere.
We carried our useful stuff
and have enjoyed two days there.
Adieu Space! Adieu Moon! Adieu Sky !
Mother Earth will call us too soon
to greet with air, and greenery.
From Earth we will like to watch Moon.
My Aunt Darlene used up hours worrying.
Turning down invitations, sitting in one spot.
Afraid she would fall if she got up.
People brought her meals, so she would eat.
It is unclear whether or not she ever used a commode.
Darlene worried about the weather, the time, aliens, space travel, ESP.
She worried about sugar, cancer, diabetes, mice, snakes and pigs.
There was a list of possible worries on her refrigerator.
When she ran out of worries, she referred to it.
My cousin Dharma Renee had worrying jitters, worrying tremors.
She spent a day or two so worried, they had to straight jacket her.
I watched as they tore her out of the arms of her prissy cat.
Wondering what benefit incessant worrying does.
She screamed possible worries to me as she was being locked up.
I was worried I might not remember them,
so I reviewed them in my sleep.
Food allergies, lightning, wolves, bears, tigers, lions, monsters under the bed.
I am worried right now that I have forgotten two of them.
Uncle Dartmouth thought both Darlene and Dharma Renee were silly
Why worry? He would ask me. ”What good does it do?”
I thought I had an argument for it, but I could not come up with anything.
“What bad does it do?” would have been easier to answer.
I looked over at Aunt Darlene to see if she was listening.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
I would not have worried about Darlene at all
If I had known she had died of a blood clot from sitting in her draahmed chair.
No worries now.
I'm not sure what it is,
but for every uttered word,
there is a thought process.
I know; some are saying,
"What about the 'thoughtless'
utterances we often make?"
And there has to be something
between 'garbage in, garbage out'.
Let's just table those thoughts.
Whether conscience or not,
although mostly unconscientious,
brain mechanisms are hard at work.
Somewhere between the hearing
and speech, a train of thought
is working on the brainy rails.
We heard it with our ears, and
in response, we spoke as if without
much thought, but before we could
speak it, conduits of communication
were authorized and proper responses
were released to us.
It is much faster than the Super Shuttle
traveling 17,500 miles per hour. It is
said that while a space shuttle is in orbit
at that speed, the crew will see a sunrise
every 45 minutes. * Wow!
On some rare occasions
where telepathy may be in play, one may
know the question and the answer before
either is expressed. And if God is in the equation,
activation may very well transcend time and
space. And I do now confess. I am not sure
that I understand what I just wrote.
112322PSCtest, Just Before Release. Unseeking Seeker
*Space Travel Quotation