Last Laugh By Lee Bennett Hopkins
They all laughed when I told them I wanted to be A woman in space Floating so free. But they won't laugh at me When they finally see My feet up on Mars And my face on TV.
First Moon Landing By J. Patrick Lewis
Two highfliers, Buzz and Neil, Said they couldn’t Wait to feel Just what kind of Moon it was “Take a look around,” Said Buzz. Open the hatch And out the door, Down the ladder To the moonlit floor. After he had Sunk his heel Into the dusty Ocean, Neil Knew what a lovely Moon it was “One small step Said Neil to Buzz.
Letter To The Moon By Jane Yolen
Dear Old Moon: Your new moon face Has human footprints every place. The astronauts did not take care And walked upon you everywhere. But worse, they left behind a mess That surely causes you distress. Forgive us, moon, Please keep your glow. With love, From all of us below.
Moonlight By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As a pale phantom with a lamp Ascends some ruined haunted stair, So glides the moon along the damp Mysterious chambers of the air. Now hidden in cloud, and now revealed, As if this phantom, full of pain, Were by the crumbling walls concealed, And at the windows seen again. Until at last, serene and proud In all the splendour of her light, She walks the terraces of cloud, Supreme as Empress of the Night. I look, but recognize no more Objects familiar to my view; The very pathway to my door Is an enchanted avenue. All things are changed. One mass of shade, The elm-trees drop their curtains down; By palace, park, and colonnade I walk as in a foreign town. The very ground beneath my feet Is clothed with a diviner air; White marble paves the silent street And glimmers in the empty square. Illusion! Underneath there lies The common life of everyday; Only the spirit glorifies With its own tints the sober grey. In vain we look, in vain uplift Our eyes to heaven, if we are blind; We see but what we have the gift Of seeing; what we bring we find.
Cosmic Gypsies By task force [Chester P] I’m the spacemen type, chewing meteoric porridge The asteroid arsenal’s beefing up my courage The Lunar Base burglar, sun spots burn you up I’ll be shooting stars at Mars, the planet murderer My spaceship’s flying, a red dwarf alliance Drying up the milky ways, galactic pirates Thugged out astronaut, my mind can’t be rescued I sniff stardust, manufactured off Neptune I’m the cosmic gypsy, tipsy from plutonium whisky This freaky alien from Pluto gives me My soldiers from the Solar, roll on your rapper-dreads Like a herd of asteroids, spaceman, magnetic space shower - My debris clashes Jupiter Heavyweight powers, all my forces are nuclear So keep your cursive distance, feel when I snap Like a Venus penis-trap, from Mercury and back I’m known by kingpins in drug rings of Saturn You mess with this space-fog and something’s gotta happen So grab the Southern crust if that’s any constellations Some space stations serve shit from Uranus But they get demolished by the inter-stellar famous Spaceman type from section that’s nameless I’m the cosmic gypsy, welcome to my kingdom The space is my wife and these planets are my children [Braintax] In my capsule, blast trough, green escape pod Floating on through the velvet robes, a sun god Radio has gone dead I navigate past the Plough Feel ecstatic, like “Hey mum look at me now!” Rough course traveling, infinite space palace Hope I’m on the face with Aurora Borealis type light shows Diamonds where I tread on space carpet Volcanic aeronus, brewed ‘em in the Antarctic Show me a sign, a doc for the inter-planetary flea
market Buy a frozen apple, I’ll preserve for the shower when your ship gets hit Burning up, I remember Earth, chewing on the pips [Pip Pip Pip Pip] Your lasers can’t touch my tracking I’m startsinct, with universal underground backing The moonhopping massive and the cloud-steppers Plutionians, satenights, guided by satellites My stellar encompasses energy and mindstate Emit solar power, O2 and gyrate Stay adrift, oceans down before ships Sail my galleon, caravan time-line trips [Farma G] Farma stargazer, inter-stellar space chase Asteroid belt waist line, lunar man pays Universal supernovas, guide to the galaxy Hitchhiking time.bandit seeking ET Sleepwalker in the starts, spirits of the skies Astrology reborn, with Taurus by my side I free celestial latitudes sliding down black holes My hemisphere magic brings spaceman snow Stardust shower, grey plough sky harvest Satellite demolition, chicken run with a Tardis My Starship Enterprise is inter-planetary With big banging theories, from here to Pleiades The summes souls countdown to be solar The moon’s in the ninth house, an old star ordes Angular planets descending from their birthplace In tune with the infinite, desirable skyscraper A cosmical period, a cycle of heaven The biology of God, I tie the ribbon in the sky Atmospheric radiation, technological meltdown Orbiting planets for elemental powers found My head’s buried in volumes, a space encyclopedia Super nature creatures, Farma star healer I watch the Autumn equinox the burn that Titan I bathe in moonrays that feel totally enlightened
In love with the stars, seduced by the Zodiac Spaceman type, Farma universal man [Jehst] Lion of the Zodiac, know me as a zoomorphic messenger Who orbits the regular, star north of Nebula Stormcloud dweller, moonboots stepping on the interstellar path - Let a trail of the lexicon Alphabet soup, dragon space suit sentinel Keep off the stargate, my soul stays chemical Old space in several places, zero gravitational fields - The stars plough my acres I’m weightless now, in Mother Nature’s imagination Escape the status of carbonite preservation I occupy lunar bases and moon craters The shield mje from meteor storms and new dangers Cosmos, conquistador crusaders And space age sabre-tooth tiger suit slayers Explore the dunes, we move with the spice minors Beside sience, black holes and white giants Psychic neckrunners and android headhunters Cyber punks bungee jumping off the third rock Mixing Smirnoff with Dandelion & Burdock Moonjuice sipping, step-children of the Earth gods - My home’s a heaven I fell back to earth where electric sheep feed on the astro turf I surf the network, and my skin turns silver Metallic anatomy, the space probe builder Rainbow conceiver, I’m bleeding mercury Caught in a timewarp, and all I see is burgundy My fingertips glisten, gripping crystallised flowers Red and green sparkle, marvel at the powers Asteroid showers, inter-planetary rainfall Brainstorm colourcharts, the cosmic paintball The mega-blast, travel on the Battle Star Galactica Jehst! The invalid to infiltrated Gattica
I’m the cosmic gypsy, welcome to my kingdom The space is my wife and these planets are my children Spaceman............
Space Oddity David Bowie
Ground control to major Tom Ground control to major Tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on (Ten) Ground control (Nine) to major Tom (Eight) (Seven, six) Commencing countdown (Five), engines on (Four) (Three, two) Check ignition (One) and may gods (Blastoff) love be with you This is ground control to major Tom, you’ve really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare This is major Tom to ground control, I’m stepping through the door And I’m floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today Here am I floatin’ ‘round my tin can far above the world Planet Earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do Though I’m past one hundred thousand miles, I’m feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell my wife I love her very much, she knows Ground control to major Tom, your circuits dead, there’s something wrong Can you hear me, major Tom? Can you hear me, major Tom? Can you hear me, major Tom? Can you... Here am I sitting in my tin can far above the Moon Planet Earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do
Rocket Man Music by elton john Lyrics by bernie taupin
She packed my bags last night pre-flight Zero hour nine a.m. And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then I miss the earth so much I miss my wife It’s lonely out in space On such a timeless flight And I think it’s gonna be a long long time Till touch down brings me round again to find I’m not the man they think I am at home Oh no no no I’m a rocket man Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids In fact it’s cold as hell And there’s no one there to raise them if you did And all this science I don’t understand It’s just my job five days a week A rocket man, a rocket man
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time...
Silver Walter de la Mare
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched in his kennel, like a log, With paws of silver sleeps the dog; From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep; A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws, and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.