#neil - Hello Poetry

Somewhere on the moon last night, Neil Armstrong came back to life and was standing in the middle of the Sea of Tranquility in complete darkness. His frail, decaying hands that were no doubt filled with formaldehyde, held a rather large and sure-to-be extremely heavy boombox that loomed up and over his head, blasting “Total Eclipse of the Heart” on repeat. He said that it crossed his mind more than once to replace the six faded white American Flags with the stereo, but ultimately decided against it. In mythology, bleeding is considered to be a feminine attribute: “I bleed, therefore I am.” (But this is also the downfall of a version of feminism that is not intersecular.) ((Your lunar cycle does not necessarily need to function in order to be considered a woman.)) (((I am not sure of which, if any, version of feminism Neil Armstrong subscribed to.))) When a woman is bleeding, they say that she is at the height of her power; she is aligned with the tides and the cosmos. She is celestial. Blood is sacred, eternal—the very essence of our beings— but if the Blood Moon was really just the moon on her period, what could she do last night she could do at no other point in her life? Where was her power? She was isolated, forgotten by the sun, hidden away inside the umbra of the earth. (Which is the part where the masculine power of the sun rejected the most important feminine attribute of the moon.) Michael Collins flew solo around the moon while Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin played with dust and rocks. For 48 minutes he was completely alone, radio silenced behind the shadow, and he thought about death and being the last man standing from Apollo 11. Inside Neil Armstrong’s speakers, Bonnie Tyler was crooning that “your love is like a shadow on me all of the time,” and I have not yet decided if this is good or bad. Instead, I am wondering if Buzz Aldrin feels sore for eternally being second best? Or if he still thinks that the view from the moon is still one of “magnificent desolation?” And does he feel this way about all three of his ex-wives? Do they know that the moon was his first love? We name missions to the moon, to Luna’s surface, to Diana’s territory, after a Greek and Roman god of the sun, when wolves howl to the goddess instead.

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Oct 1, 2015

Oct 1, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC

taylor-st-onge

Lunar Menstrual Hut

Somewhere on the moon last night, Neil Armstrong came back to life and was standing in the middle of the Sea of Tranquility in complete darkness. His frail, decaying hands that were no doubt filled with formaldehyde, held a rather large and sure-to-be extremely heavy boombox that loomed up and over his head, blasting “Total Eclipse of the Heart” on repeat. He said that it crossed his mind more than once to replace the six faded white American Flags with the stereo, but ultimately decided against it. In mythology, bleeding is considered to be a feminine attribute: “I bleed, therefore I am.” (But this is also the downfall of a version of feminism that is not intersecular.) ((Your lunar cycle does not necessarily need to function in order to be considered a woman.)) (((I am not sure of which, if any, version of feminism Neil Armstrong subscribed to.))) When a woman is bleeding, they say that she is at the height of her power; she is aligned with the tides and the cosmos. She is celestial. Blood is sacred, eternal—the very essence of our beings— but if the Blood Moon was really just the moon on her period, what could she do last night she could do at no other point in her life? Where was her power? She was isolated, forgotten by the sun, hidden away inside the umbra of the earth. (Which is the part where the masculine power of the sun rejected the most important feminine attribute of the moon.) Michael Collins flew solo around the moon while Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin played with dust and rocks. For 48 minutes he was completely alone, radio silenced behind the shadow, and he thought about death and being the last man standing from Apollo 11. Inside Neil Armstrong’s speakers, Bonnie Tyler was crooning that “your love is like a shadow on me all of the time,” and I have not yet decided if this is good or bad. Instead, I am wondering if Buzz Aldrin feels sore for eternally being second best? Or if he still thinks that the view from the moon is still one of “magnificent desolation?” And does he feel this way about all three of his ex-wives? Do they know that the moon was his first love? We name missions to the moon, to Luna’s surface, to Diana’s territory, after a Greek and Roman god of the sun, when wolves howl to the goddess instead.

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Would you find me a girl with the bravery and boldness of a Coraline Jones's heart? Not someone who demands my attentive love or the backing of a musical score. But someone real. Someone who knows every deep and dark and shallow fear. Someone particular and peculiar. Who perhaps I can make a cheese omelette for.

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Apr 26, 2017

Apr 26, 2017 at 12:07 AM UTC

colmistoirm

Miss Jones's Heart

Would you find me a girl with the bravery and boldness of a Coraline Jones's heart? Not someone who demands my attentive love or the backing of a musical score. But someone real. Someone who knows every deep and dark and shallow fear. Someone particular and peculiar. Who perhaps I can make a cheese omelette for.

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The Captain taught a man to live and live he did for a night till bitter snow fell on his tongue as he swallowed feelings on his tongue his lips had kissed the summer's dream a budding dream chained down by blood yet for a single shining breath the world was his oyster and the oyster was in his hands and now remains so forever

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Sep 14, 2025

Sep 14, 2025 at 3:20 AM UTC

lostling_0

The Man Who Lived

The Captain taught a man to live and live he did for a night till bitter snow fell on his tongue as he swallowed feelings on his tongue his lips had kissed the summer's dream a budding dream chained down by blood yet for a single shining breath the world was his oyster and the oyster was in his hands and now remains so forever

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I put on Harvest Moon Neil Young wraps me in his arms The music makes me swoon Dulls out the loud alarms Breathe in I am in a valley beneath one tree The earth hugs me with grass Wind calls to address me "This all shall pass" Breathe out My tears pitter patter like rain drops Soaking my memories with confusion Every fact hurls through mid air and stops This rainstorm had no preclusion Breathe in Imagining us far apart in separate whens Both living- saying adieu "I want to see you dance again Because I'm still in love with you" Breathe out No matter the shatter, I must keep trying Give me the power to overcome I can stop myself from internally dying And bring back what isn't numb Breathe in Listen to my somber melody Connect with my bitter bones Appreciate my new identity Walk with me into the unknown I'm not the same person you knew Take me in your arms- would you?

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Apr 24, 2014

Apr 24, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC

GracePickard

Drifting into a dream

I put on Harvest Moon Neil Young wraps me in his arms The music makes me swoon Dulls out the loud alarms Breathe in I am in a valley beneath one tree The earth hugs me with grass Wind calls to address me "This all shall pass" Breathe out My tears pitter patter like rain drops Soaking my memories with confusion Every fact hurls through mid air and stops This rainstorm had no preclusion Breathe in Imagining us far apart in separate whens Both living- saying adieu "I want to see you dance again Because I'm still in love with you" Breathe out No matter the shatter, I must keep trying Give me the power to overcome I can stop myself from internally dying And bring back what isn't numb Breathe in Listen to my somber melody Connect with my bitter bones Appreciate my new identity Walk with me into the unknown I'm not the same person you knew Take me in your arms- would you?

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Jack and Neil, Ran up to the hill To get some fruit for breakfast Jack climbed up a tree Started plucking apples Neil stood on the ground Waiting for Jack and apples An Apple Fell Down Hit straight on Ground And Jack also fallen after. Both ran to pick the Apple The Apple was found Picked from the Ground Both Jack and Neil Changed their Mind They took the single Apple And came home thereafter They Ate the Fallen Apple And both smiled with laughter

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Nov 2, 2019

Nov 2, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC

shivppal

Jack And Neil (Nursery Rhyme)

Jack and Neil, Ran up to the hill To get some fruit for breakfast Jack climbed up a tree Started plucking apples Neil stood on the ground Waiting for Jack and apples An Apple Fell Down Hit straight on Ground And Jack also fallen after. Both ran to pick the Apple The Apple was found Picked from the Ground Both Jack and Neil Changed their Mind They took the single Apple And came home thereafter They Ate the Fallen Apple And both smiled with laughter

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There was an man from Harrington, Oh how he wanted to become a nun, But he ate too much, So he stopped being butch, And wasn't allowed to be a nun all because he weighed a ton.

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Jul 18, 2017

Jul 18, 2017 at 6:09 AM UTC

lukeisthebest

There was a man from Harington

There was an man from Harrington, Oh how he wanted to become a nun, But he ate too much, So he stopped being butch, And wasn't allowed to be a nun all because he weighed a ton.

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