A shiny red rocket shot up to
the sky,
It passed by the stars as they
floated up high,
And waved to the moon as it
zoomed right on by.
Between the ruins of decadence and ash,
Where drones carve lines across the sky,
A silent question starts to crash,
As modern empires pass us by:
Quo vadis, humanity?
From Gaza’s dust to Ukraine’s snow,
Through Lebanon and Iran's red night,
The profits of the weapon-sellers grow,
While children lose their futures to the fight.
They only asked to see the morning sun,
To run on feet not broken by the blast,
But calculations made behind a gun
Declare that peace is something in the past.
You claim these illegal, hollow wins,
To paint your maps in rivers of regret,
But when the final, global storm begins,
Who will be left to profit or forget?
Quo vadis, humanity?
Turn back your rockets, ground your iron birds,
Before the silence of a dying earth
Becomes the final answer
of an inevitable final life's end.
Hey, let’s go to the moon
Opportunity will be departing soon
Count is descending down
Orbit will be bound
Hear the roaring engines sound
Amazing adventure maybe found
Playing lunar,’ ring around’
Shooting off into the night’s air
Like a candlelight flare
Nothing can compare
Accepting this trusting dare
Lasting ten days
Going both ways
Checking neighboring planet’s backside
During the fly
Bye
Without a tourist guide
Bringing home souvenir data and results
Empowered using many energy volts
Time to take the darken path
And invade the heavenly wrath
Hiking a darken road
Being very bold
Artemus two mission easily sold
We have been told
Sun agreed wearing blinging gold
Shining bright
Heating our exploring knights
With illuminating light
Assisting them in this successful flight
I soar to great heights but then I fall,
When all’s said and done, I’m the greatest of all.
I can light up the sky on the darkest of nights,
For such a small package, I’m full of delights.
I’m packed in a box, and I give lots of pleasure,
Come and watch me perform, I’m here for your leisure.
I’m the largest in there and shaped like a tube,
Some of my friends are shaped like a cube.
Im made up with powder with a short dangling fuse,
Those that come to see me. I know I’ll amuse.
I’m kept at a safe distance, away from the crowd,
It’s more for your safety, but also I’m loud.
I’m touched by a flame and my fuse is then lit,
I can tell by the crowd,I’ll be a big hit.
All of a sudden, with a fizz and a spark,
Get ready to see me, I light up the dark.
With one last push, I will dart to the sky,
You will barely see me, as I’m climbing that high.
Then a sudden explosion, like a badly wired socket,
You’ll know it’s me, because I am THE ROCKET!
Outpouring of rain
Drumbeat my heart to supple
Rocketing my soul.
He had to be mad
to invade Ukraine
his troops followed orders
they must all be insane
to cross the borders
an unwarranted attack
by a megalomaniac
bombarding innocents
who couldn't fight back
one leader was a comedian
the other is a clown
the former gave us smiles
the latter makes us frown
what do the Russians hope
to achieve or accomplish
by destroying all they covet
leave us alone Ukraine's only wish
and it would be right in the pocket
if Zelenskyy signed a docket
for a galoot in cahoots
who's a-rootin' tootin'
to shoot a stealth rocket
between the ears of the idiot Putin
We’ll hitchhike to mars
on a rocket not a car,
so say your au revoirs.
We’ll steer towards Polaris, the north star
right through the center of the milky-way-bar.
See, the universe is dark and chocolatey.
Stars that glitter like multi-faceted gems,
are just shiny, yellow, peanut M&Ms,
take a handful, if you’d like, they’re free.
We’ll dodge the silhouetted moon,
which is made of enough coconut macaroon,
to make a French confectioner swoon.
As we go streaking, like a comet’s tail,
drag a finger through Saturn’s rings as well,
those are made of marshmallow.
We’ll pass nebulae made of cotton-kandi,
and here’s a fact Einstein would have found handy,
the speed of light doesn’t apply to candy.
.
.
Ramble on by Toni Jevicky
What is the cost of one space toilet, dear?
Nineteen million, the price point is clear.
Why is it so costly? What makes it great?
Astronaut waste is stored for a later dumping date
Sent into earth’s atmosphere where it burns up
Urine is recycled for drinking. Go fetch your cup.
it's
you:
my life;
each day
dreams of.
Like
a morn' dew,
without blemish,
just as I wished.
As
a mint
that freshens,
with no
ceasing.
Each
day brings it
as a new birth.
Every night,
turns it into a
film for my
dreams.
New wake,
makes it an
excitement.
To
showcase this your
beauty that
shines like a
rocket in
space.
Trump Tosa and his musky rat
Top buddies - (we’ll see about that)
Trump’s proved he’s not quitter
Counting votes from X (twitter)
Next Potus should be Democrat!
Con Trumpster has fallen from grace
He’s pleading “Launch me in to space”
Send me off to Mars
I’ll escape prison bars
And Musk Rat has a smile on his face!
Soon spaceman Trumpy’s in a rocket
‘Pal’ Elon tampers with a sprocket
What Trumpy doesn’t know
He on a one way show
The ‘return’ button’s in musk rat’s pocket!
But sadly, this poem’s a dream
Trumps got ‘Musky Rat’ on his team
The earth is in crisis
These guys roll the dices
I’m sorry for letting off steam!
You claimed to want me,
but never felt me within;
I bought such smooth lies,
captured by your charisma;
I’m a sucker for soulful;
Stay titanium;
I tell myself get control;
Crotch rocket science,
ignore the magnetic draw;
That thrill is temporary;
The drive of your mouth,
devouring my senses;
I mourn that first kiss,
it sits consuming my mind;
This craving is just too much.
Paul and Charlotte are up in the Rocket
Paul's barking out the orders
Right Charlotte, Under no circumstances, touch that socket
Okay Paul
It’s Sir to you
Now, I’m off for a kip
You’re on watch, now skip
That’s not fair
A girl has to tong her hair
He’ll never know
Little tong and a blow
See, stupid prat
Oops, what’s that
The Rocket has stopped
Oh, Sir! Paul
Think there’s been a malfunction
We seem to be heading down the junction
You touched that socket
A black hole is taking my Rocket
In your dreams, Paul
I’m out of your orbit
You’ve done it, Charlotte
It’s bust
God, you're obsessed with getting me undressed
Put that back in your pocket
It’s my sprocket
Is that what they call it
I’m going down
Not on me, I finish at three
If I can get it back to warp five
We might get out of this alive
Are you talking about the Rocket
That thing in your pocket, the sprocket
Give me a hand
God, what don’t you understand
Take a cold shower
You’re not getting my flower
Is that the power
Oh, Sir! Paul
I’m alive
You’ve taken me to a height that’s greater
Hold on a minute
Were you not wearing trousers
When we entered the Simulator.
His heart would flutter, so in love was he.
She was smart, well-read, and a great beauty
So under the moon, on his bended knee,
He pleaded with her, "Will you marry me?"
The answer, "yes", he was relieved to hear,
Then they both decided the time next year.
"But your diamond takes longer, true, I fear."
He rued the remark that saddened his dear.
"Oh, it will be shipped to you by and by.
'Bout ten years", he said, for he could not lie.
"It's a rare red diamond that I did buy,
And lodged in an asteroid in the sky."
"When the rock flies near to our planet's place,
We will send up a rocket to its face,
So we can dig out the gems from its base,
And you will wear a ring from outer space".
Rocket cat vip courages ~ Cat crewed flight via SpaceX
Elon’s starship launched
top gun catnip will travel~
blues sky flying high
Missing you my fearless feline, safely may you return
Wishing that your Mission Impossible will soon adjourn
On this Memorial Day we salute cat ladies and lasses’
Eveready as you don your Tom Cruise aviator glasses
*** Dare I Rocket Out of My Quiet? ***
MY man never gets tired of learning,
For TV’s science shows he keeps yearning.
Quite bored, if I’d make myself speak a word or two,
He’d learn some more things, indeed, quite a few!
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(c) sally young eslinger 12/18/2022
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