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These bright minds,
reaching further
and further
into space

As if there aren’t enough
problems
down below

Maybe they’re simply trying
to get away,
just like the rest of us
Dedicated to a close friend at NASA
GreenTea Oct 2015
Mower, with NASA shirt
I wonder what you are thinking
As you hold that handel
As the engine roars
As the grass goes flying
As you enter orbit.
Ron Sparks Jul 2015
tiny scream
under my boot
  first step on Mars
her perfume tells stories of ambient destruction
and i always kiss her good night in bed
struggle to keep watch
keep my eyes open and in the clear
but every morning she's disappeared
a fading memory that claws to be set free
stuck somewhere between reality and fantasy
somehow trapped between unspent love and unleashed fear
familiar warmth on your pillow
were you just here?
a flash
and i remember the welcome in your eyes
in your summer dress smile
wow, that smile
i would build a rocket with my own two hands
plant your precious smile for all the world to see
right up there
on the silvery moon
wait,
where am i?
it's dark
oxygen alarm blares
hear my breath inside the visor
i startle awake
open my eyes
realizing
it's morning
no gravity
and it's me
not you
that's not really there.
True heroes give up their happy endings. Someone else might need it more.
Ron Sparks Jun 2015
full flower moon
in its halo -
the space station
The full moon in the month of May was known as the "full flower moon" by many Native American tribes.
Ron Sparks Jun 2015
the rocket launch;
inside Orion
a new star
I'm a rose born from a ravenous roar
A butterfly bolted to the back of a bull
I paint the truth in cosmic kaleidoscopic dye
Granting eternal life to an ancient beckoning sky
They call me the Hubble
"we will never forget" they cry
Before terrestrial fire bids me goodbye
And one final glimpse of your magnificent azure sky.
In celebration of 25 years with the Hubble, and the men and women who fought so hard to make it a reality.

From a decaying orbit, the Hubble will burn in our atmosphere at the end of its life, guided to a safe place in the ocean.
From raging fire
Heroic fates fall dire
Lives given flight
We shall forever be in your debt.
You will never be forgotten.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle_Challenger_disaster
Fred Schrott Jul 2014
Pock-faced giant that tip-toes about.
It’s the reason that I howl,
there can not be a doubt.
First it’s happy-faced,
then sad-faced.
Between them, one eye opens wide.
Neither calm, cool, nor collected.
Inhibitions will soon subside.
It’s a cheese ball,
it’s a phony,
it’s the reason that I will bark.
First it’s smirking, and
then it’s lurking, and
soon to disappear in the dark.
It seems as though it’s cavernous.
It’s thought to be too hazardous.
But, may the buyer soon beware:
if you don’t go ahead and
purchase some land, soon enough
you will be pulling your hair!
From, The Transitive Nightfall Of Diamonds, due out 8/14 from iUniverse books

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