Short Spacemen Poems

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Defiance

Is Mercury a true messenger

to the Gods?

Or are spacemen pulling strings

from way up in their pods??


"I'm not answering"
he said
"we shouldn't be asking such things"

so I turned 
from my perch

having learned


not to listen to nobility,

even if they have wings...
Form: Rhyme


Spacemen

Spacemen come knocking at my door
Telepathically speaking mysteries
Showing me things I can't describe
Maybe one day I'll be able to look up at the stars.

Silently living a mundane life
Never making a scene
Careful not to talk too much
Afraid to voice my opinion
For fear of the Spacemen.
© Skyy Allen  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Conundrum 2 Cold In Space

Boy asks priest: 

Sir, I've seen spacemen that need to wear spacesuits because it's cold in outer space
do those who go to heaven also need spacesuits because of the cold?

Priest responds: No my son, souls do not feel the cold in heaven.

Boy responds: If souls cannot feel cold, how can they feel hot in hell

Good question
Form: Didactic

Space Poets

Of those who have gone to the moon;
do come back soon.

Of those astronauts 
that just watched
other’s fool around in the dust;
a most worthy career I trust. 

We are all spacemen and women,
though women generally prefer
space walking to swimming.

Those that do not care too much 
for dust;
in God they trust.

Some spacemen
turn dust into light.
They are quite a sight, up all night
shoveling 
and digging to make wrong things 
just right.

Eve of Purple Leaves In Deep Space

Retrorockets blasted
Spaceship settled down
Soft landing on a planet 
Dust plumes swirling ‘round.

Crewmen tested atmosphere
Before exiting the door 
Donned cumbersome spacesuits
With a planet to explore.

Soon, strange life forms appeared 
One tall, one nimble and small 
Each wore purple leaves, from purple trees –
that’s all.

The small one plucked purple pears 
But before she ate, gave one to her mate 
The spacemen shouted quickly--
“Stop! Please wait!” 
--James Tate
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Form: Rhyme


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