moon poems

 

 

Unlike Earth

There's a party on the Moon will you go?

Bring your friends wife galfriend lovers

The more the merrier in our underground habitat

Drinking Moon Juice and eating kebab

Getting frisky playing acid house music

And space rock party on with the best of them

Nice of you to join us I see you brought a friend

I've got several friends feel free to share them

We are all family and love one another

No falling outs like down on Earth

Why should we for we all depend on one another

You know how it is with finite resources

Only the drink and food are new

The rest is recycled shared or traded

It's a blast on the Moon 24/7 party time

Nobody bugging or controlling us

How it should be unlike Earth…

 

 

 

Moon Bomber

Go into the cave on the Moon

What do you see?

The old World War 2 bomber

Stranded there by a wormhole

As reported in the Daily Sport paper in 1990

Ask the crew if they want a drink

Free Moon Juice for everybody

Bring on the dancing gals

Let's get merry then go for a flight

In the B24 bomber stuck on the Moon

 

 

 

Close enough to touch/shiny made of silver cheese/take a ship join me

 

 

 

Boring Earth

There is an alien base high in the sky on the Moon

From Earth we can see their ships docking there

Such are their size visible by the naked eye

 

No scope or glasses needed

What are they doing there?

Will they come here?

 

If so I want to go flying

And visit their home planet

Earth is so boring

The Moon is cool…

 

 

 

New Art

Shoot ray gun blasts at Moon rock

See how it pools orange smoking lava

Soon to cool in puddles and weird shapes

You're making new art on the Moon

Only seen by you and God

 

Riga Cyclist

 

Riga Cyclist

Riga went in a bicycle ride. She headed out of town and up to the mountain roads. Here the traffic lessened as the road climbed up the hill to the top. Her bike was a mountain bike with twenty gears. It had a light but strong allow frame, racing hand grips, water bottle carrier and holder for her phone for navigation. The bike was sky blue. It was quite new and she did her own maintenance on it. She cycled up the steep road in low gear. Now and again vehicles passed her. This was a secondary route away from the city. Most traffic including heavy trucks took the motorways and main roads on the level plain from the city. It was faster and safer than the steep inclines. This was why Riga cycled here. It was both benign and gave good views. The top of the hill reached five hundred metres. The road twisted left and right following the land. It was built after World War 2 when the devastated city had been rebuilt. Before the motorways were built this was one of two major roads leading to the city. There had been talk of closing it but why shut something that was already built? Riga wore a pink and black cotton cycling top with number five on it. She had black leggings and white cycling shoes on plus a Yellow Nike baseball cap. The miles slowly passed as she made her way along the route. There was a small carpark and viewing area just ahead. She cycled over and took the time to rest and enjoy the scenery. Riga carefully parked her bike and took a drink of water. It had a stand so the paint wouldn’t scratch. She walked over to the wall and looked down. Here the road was atop a medium sized hill that levelled off. Where she was it headed into a wide valley. At the bottom part of the distant city was visible. There were factories, tower blocks and houses grey in the distant sun. Some of the windows brightly reflected the light. She took a photo with her phone and videoed the place she was for her vlog. Other cyclists and bikers were here chatting or watching the view. Riga greeted some then exercised her aching muscles to get rid of the tension. She drank more water and continued on her way. The road descended an incline then climbed up to a wider peak and looped round to the south west. Here it met the plain and a large town. From start to her was a distance of fifteen kilometres. She was just over half way there. On the way back, Riga could follow her original route or go back over the plain. This was easier on the legs but traffic was heavier. On the descent Riga overtook several cars that were doing over forty miles per hour. She was on the other side of the road which was clear for over a mile. She let rip and went to top gear. Crouching down she smiled and enjoyed the speed as she passed the vehicles. Her digital speedo showed almost seventy kilometres an hour. She cycled faster and reached eighty two! The cars were behind her and the incline twisted to the left. She slowed as she tackled the corner. It was a heady rush and she had to be careful. Then the road climbed up again to the wide peak top. From there another incline but not as steep or fast. Riga drank some water as she cycled. She would take the plain roads going back. She had to be mindful of the traffic there. It was a great day out…

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aerospace and love

 

Mars Pilot

At a space port on the Moon something happened

A shuttle pilot went for a meal after a long flight from Mars

He stopped in the canteen for Indian curry and chips

While there he saw his ex lover who said Hi

He sat with her and ate his food while she gamed

She was an avid gamer and got many credits from it

No words were said and the pilot finished eating

He sat there waiting for her to speak but she remained quiet

He mentioned his flight and she just grunted

Then he got his radio and dialled in his new lover

She picked up and they started talking about the new war

On Earth North and South were fighting in another silly war

A different pilot came in from a Jupiter mission

This one greeted the ex who she smiled and waved

The Jupiter pilot sat down and ate his own meal

The Mars pilot kept talking to his new love interest

His ex got up and joined the other shuttle pilot!

They immediately made small talk and were close

By comparison his ex was cold to him

Even if she said they were friends it was crap

She never radioed him or made conversation

Or joked or shared personal details or more

And here she was with the other pilot doing all that!

The Mars pilot remained sitting alone ignoring them

He continued his call for minutes then got up and left

He never looked back and shut them from his mind

His flirts with his new lover were going just fine…

 

 

 

 

Old Opposites

It is time to let go and move on. Like the F4 pilot now flying an F15. He still yearns for that old jet. It was a legend. Yet his Eagle will be an even greater legend than his beloved Phantom. It's the same with gals. The same pilot still loves and remembers his old flame. Even though he met a new one. The old one says Hi to him but ignores him and is cold. She sits with her friends laughing and joking. Totally the opposite of how she treats the pilot. He feels sad and tries to move on. He thinks of planes and his Eagle and his new lover. Life has moved on and isn't too bad. Yet he still misses you know who. She maybe old and small just like an F4 when compared to the Eagle. That modern Eagle plane unlike anything before or since. Like his new galfriend is unlike his ex. So why does he miss and still love the old lover? When he has a new younger lover who rocks and rolls with the best of them? The same as his love for the Phantom compared to the Eagle. Talk about comparisons. Both totally valid. He was aware of the old elements not being worse than the newer ones. Far from it. His ex was still potent and alluring. The F4 could still kick butt. If only it as clear cut like night and day. He would focus on his new gal and just adore the Eagle. Had his ex gotten into his head on purpose? Just like those cool lines of the old F4 jet. Why was it like that? He needed a night with his new lover and to fly his F15 balls to the wall and get both his ex and the old F4 out of his system for good.

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