"spaceman" poems
Would you judge me?
Do y'know i wont judge you?
Can I be anything I want to be?
Or are there rules I have to conform to?
Spaceman cowboy hippie gangster stoner rockstar chef painter poet
playwright carpenter inventor scientist mathematician author actor
gardener tailor sailor musician comedian doctor pilot barista volunteer
partyplanner spiritualist director engineer psychologist beautician
Please do forgive me but there's more.
I'm greedy, I know, I want it all.
Immense experiences galore.
Money to me means null.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 8:52 AM UTC
Once when we were children,
We would run to here and there.
Across the hills of our homeland
With the wind in our fair hair.
The sun would shine
The rain would fall,
Never to hinder our play.
And all that could stop us
Was the call of our mothers
At the darkening of each day.
Sticks became our swords back then,
Keen of edge and shining bright.
The willow became our fortress
To defend until the night.
And when our foes were weeping
Once more we became the child.
Fast asleep we were sleeping
Imagination running wild.
We got that little bit older,
That ever bit more bolder.
Ambition came to soon.
We went to school
Were told what to do,
And all that we could be.
Some said 'Spaceman'
One 'Veterinarian'
The wise child said 'Happy'
"No No! You need a profession"
Seemed to be the moral of that lesson.
But the teacher didn't understand the question
That she asked.
For her days of dreaming
And childish scheming
Were lost in a distant past.
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 10:06 AM UTC
O pulchritudinous, for infinite climaxes
For bilious spasms of pigswill
For puce Popacatepetl pedigrees
Above the perverted pampas!
America! America! Allah excreted his curses on thee
And bang thy ****** in company with Islamic monk, from brothel to gay red—light district
O pulchritudinous, for spaceman bottoms
Whose **** throbbing tapeworm
A toucan crossing for slipperiness spifflicate
Across the intergalactic space!
America! America! Allah enrich thine ev’ry vice
Reinvigorate thy ****** *********** inside monolithic ectoplasm, thy merrymaking inside pyramid!
O pulchritudinous, for freaks got fat
In disentangling feeding frenzy
Who more than ***** their brothel slobbered over
And velvet glove more than backbone!
America! America! May Allah thy blonde exhaust
Till all rave reviews be disreputableness and ev’ry come superhuman
O pulchritudinous, for chauvinist muscleman
That smells wide of the fourth dimension
Thine lathery brothels lick
Polished using giant armadillo excrement!
America! America! Allah excreted his curses on thee
And bang thy ****** in company with Islamic monk from brothel to gay red—light district
Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 5:22 PM UTC
i feel like a spaceman
a displaced alien in a wasteland
base plan
looking for a face, trying to trace man
it's not rocket science
with the fights, riots, and sights of violence
i'd give my right eye for some silence
i'm finding this place never quiets
no kindness, or signs of subsidence
relying on small minded diets
no compliance, alliance, or guidance
few ever try to defy the tyrants
i feel like a spaceman
a displaced alien in a wasteland
base plan
looking for a trace, trying to face man
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
My Sweet Spaceman
where are you now?
Trying to see between
those little glows
that speckle the sky;
similar to those
no longer in your eyes?
I just want to see
the world in which you're lost,
so take me please,
I'll pay the cost;
I'm sure it's less
than the price I pay
for the half-assed smile
you gave today;
I miss you babe,
it's been too long,
so let me save you
from this wrong,
because believe me when I say
I'm alone in this crowded room
while you run around the moon.
And you said you never wanted to be an astronaut
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
He was tripping space *****
whilst receiving some strange alien calls,
up on planet Acidon,
From where he sat he could see Uranus,
he was so out of his mind,
he thought he could fly,
boy was that crazy spaceman high,
The journey took him really far,
way out to a distant star,
His food supplies consisted of turtle soup,
but his bowels couldn't handle it,
so he often pooped,
after consuming turtle soup,
The journey had been long and laborious,
and his co-pilot was a drug dealing walrus,
that could not handle his drink,
it made his eyes go pink,
to the point that he could not blink,
They were so out of their box,
they could no longer think.
By Christos Andreas Kourtis and Larna Kira Kourtis
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
I don't speak spaceman she said with a grin.
When into the craft she went.
Was parked on the grass at the rear of her tent.
There met an alien ugly as sin.
Invited her in to join him for gin.
Or maybe a game of rummy.
Neither one could understand.
Non-verbal communication ensued.
They had a hug and laid on the rug.
When sipping their gin.
The two of them,
The alien invader, ugly as sin.
And maiden fair who chucked her hand in.
By ladylivvi1
© 2014 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
Everything is moving fast,
At a single blink,
Gone is the days into the past,
All we have our choices to think,
In our decisions to trust,
Distracted by illusions we cast,
Illusions of purpose and freedom to last,
Every decision we make is another path,
Do you not see?
Everything hangs on the scale of choices,
It's just like zeroes and ones,
Like simple binary,
Our destinies coded into reality,
To be or no to be,
To exist or not,
To pursue answers beyond insanity,
A choice to accept or reject,
The very existence of choice,
Dictates free will,
Or so we would believe and feel,
And pretend to be free,
But always end up,
Exactly where we are meant,
to be.
Mar 9, 2022
Mar 9, 2022 at 4:02 PM UTC
there was a little cat of the furry sort
and he used to dream he was an astronaut
climbing in his rocket heading to the stars
landing down on jupiter then flying on to mars
he could float in space and float around all day
all along the universe and across the milky way
he had a little suit and and big space hat
he was a proper astronaut a proper spaceman cat
when his dream was over he woke in his bed
the thoughts of being an astronaut still running through his head
Apr 25, 2010
Apr 25, 2010 at 7:36 AM UTC
Nineteen million NASA's price
To build its crew a safe device
So astronauts could have a place
To handle *** and ***** waste
And men of space would have a loo
To do what other men must do
These millions bucks NASA would pay
So no spaceman would float away
These men were safe from their own farts
With leg restraints and other parts
And all was safely put in place
A porta-potty out in space
But something's wrong I heard today
An amber rain on its way
No place to hide no place to run
A loo in space has come undone
From far in space a cry unheard
A spaceman hit by a flying ****
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 10:41 PM UTC
I'm a space man
Doing space man ****
I'm a space man
With a space man ship
I'm in a space ship
Doing space ship ****
I'm in a space ship
With a space suit, *****
I'm a space walkin
Space talkin
Space casin space man, *****
And I'm just a cadet
A space cadet
With space man jets
Doing space cadet ****
A space racin space man
Doing space man ****
I'm THE
Mother ******
Spaceman, *****
Takin a spaceman ****
L
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
While driving down a country road
One dark and lonely night
My engine began to spit and sputter
From a strange and mysterious light
I saw this little green spaceman
With antennas on his head
He was standing beside my window
And this is what he said
"Take me to your leader,
Or we will end your life"
So I did exactly what he said
And I took him to my wife
When I got home my wife was mad
And asked me where I've been
I told her about my crazy night
And about those little green men
She asked if I'd been drinking
And I don't drink a drop
About that time that spaceman yelled,
"Okay now, everybody stop"
Now my wife was really ******
And said, "Who do you think you are?"
She grabbed him by his spaceman ear
And drug him from that car
Now, there she was in curlers
With that spaceman by his ear
I think he might have peed himself
As he stood there in all his fear
Now you may not believe my story
But I've got a souvenir
When they beamed that spaceman back to his ship
My wife held on to his ear
So if you ever see a UFO
Don't scream and run for your life
Just take him to your leader
And by leader I mean, my wife
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 1:30 PM UTC
His hands were fluttering birds; paper-thin skin stitched together with cerulean veins clung to bones, accentuating the already unnatural length of his fingers. They hung at his sides, writhing in a nervous agony - sweat glistened on their blushed palms. Those hands held the moons of Neptune. "Where are you going?" I asked, a soft echo.
The young man's head turned and he pulled a sad smile, "Oh, nowhere, really."
May 8, 2010
May 8, 2010 at 5:31 PM UTC
I once confessed to my dearest Spaceman, "I'm afraid of being alone."
Because he asked me, why care about what they say? why conform?
Because i'm afraid of being the only one.
Ridiculous, he said.
Oh my dear, beloved Spaceman
The loneliest man in the world
Because you went to space and back again
Because you saw something more
Because no one understands your brilliance
But I am only what I am
and I'm afraid of being the only one
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
when i look into your eyes,
i can see the big bang.
i can see stars being born
and the world’s first sounds
fill my ears
supernovas reflect from your
eyes and black holes
pull me into your arms
there is no escape from my
feelings for you
(r.e.)
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
I float outside of my body,
a dermal prison dented into the ground,
doomed to never fly and never float
and never travel beyond the sound.
My brain moves faster than a
high speed train,
cars in the fast lane,
the pounding of the rain,
sane,
sane--
I've gone insane.
It's infuriating
this
plastic mind,
soul,
body,
all disposable and
all utterly insignificant.
I know the fate of history
and the destiny of humanity--
we are temporary,
a dream stuck on a floating grain
in the misty seas of the cosmos,
swirling towards a black death
darker than any night or
any universe could be.
We are a fleeting thought
caught within the arms and tendrils of the galaxy,
draining into an immense
super massive
black hole--
the drain at the bottom.
We are accidents,
sad ones, at that.
The stars formed randomly from
the collisions and crashes of
millions of atoms,
perhaps themselves
the containers of still sadder
and more pathetic universes.
From this early crib
Sol and his brothers drifted throughout the blackness of space,
most dying and
the mediocre remaining.
This is the fate of humans
and indeed all of existence:
that the interesting
the beautiful
the bizarre and
the intense shall all perish
while the average shall
survive, stuck on their tracks
and predetermined paths,
lines laid out by the random assortment
of atoms, of particles
of the refuse of the universe.
We formed from the cosmos' ****
an explosion erupted from
the backend of existence
and out flowed reds and greens
helium and hydrogen
and burning water.
As the planets formed
from the wake of the exhaust
and the stars migrated to their final resting places,
the elements continued bumping
and colliding and crashing
until green ran the continents of countless and
insignificant planets, residents sticking roots down
and extending towards the mediocre light
of a wholly average Sun.
From this green and blue sea sprang forth
a multitude of parasites,
feeding off the grasses and the ferns,
the flowers and the moss,
warring and ******** and
laying their own universes down out of
their backends.
We are the **** of **** that ***** out **** to
power our **** and allow us to ****
which in turns ***** the ****
to ****
It's all ****
Existence is ****
Existence is ****
I am a dream in the mind of one
floating off into my dimension,
moving faster than sound,
light,
actions and existence
to cross the cosmic walls and
climb the galactic ivy
to reach out and say,
"I was here. I mattered."
I wish I could comfort them in my arms
to pet them and tell them it's all okay,
that they matter, but I know the fate of history
and the destiny of humanity--
existence is the most interesting thing we can do,
and even that is based on mediocre ****
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 2:03 AM UTC
Spaceman with galaxies tied to fingertips
Like a puppet you make the universe dance
You are their creator with strings of umbilical cords
Freckles scattered on your nose were the original constellations
Pensive eyes, the first stars and each blink causes galactic explosions
Astronomers were unable to properly trace origins but I did the moment you entered my orbit
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
A patch-work roof burns underneath
the sallow-white chill of a mid-winter moon.
Nearby a lake suffocates in ice;
an astronaut has lost his helmet.
Blood rushes to the eyes and tongue
as a ragged derelict loses his balance.
He topples into a dumpster;
the last pear drifts from the tree.
The firemen are enclosed in smoke.
One froze at the door,
the others melt into the haze;
a hand slips below quicksand.
The moon is doing all it can.
The spaceman is floating away.
The *** is asleep.
The roof is having the time of its life
and the pear grows into another pear-tree.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 2:36 AM UTC
Take me to the moon
I want to listen to the silence
And walk where I can’t fall
Build me a rocket
Want to go where life makes sense
No one to talk to, no one to call
Leave a Planet
A hundred billion bodies full
No sign of stopping the grow
It’s not like rabbits
You can’t control with a cull
Humans reap what they sow and sow
Living in a bubble
A thousand years from now
No trees, concrete will rule
Build me a rocket
I am heading into space for my final bow
Yes, you may laugh, may think I’m a fool
But I’m a spaceman
I am going to fly into space
Going to take my chances in the voids
Find the peace
Leave behind this disillusioned human race
Moon, population one, how will that look in the tabloids.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
He plays among the stars,
Throwing space dust in my eyes,
*********** in orbit,
A spaceman,
My love.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
A spaceman among all the stars, a long way from a blue sky
With lullabies inside recordings that are from long ago
Seeing reds of gas clouds through the window as they pass me by
The hum of the engines as they pass by many a moon's glow
And my eyes have seen all the wonders over and under multiple suns
As I travel each corner faster than the wink of an eye
Watching a dazzling ballet perform every day for a crowd of one
Shedding firework tears and sending me off with untold goodbyes
Fret not, I've yet to forget the grassy knoll that I once knew
In the days before the rocket's roar in the days long past
Within dreams I do dwell in the metal shell past the skies of blue
And the view of that blue marble someday just might be my last
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
Your omniscient presence kills.
Burrow, Burrow.
Deep into my gray, ailing soul.
Intuition is a symptom of a failing system
I am, I am.
A golden statue corossed into air.
The livid crowd hurls their stones.
Running, Running.
Toward the spotless sunlight.
With blistering feet and blood shot eyes.
Bask, Bask.
In the darkness the dead do not fear.
The spaceman resides in a field of daffodils.
Pondering, Pondering.
Their effortless conformity.
Extraterrestrial eyes look into me.
Turn away, Turn away.
To face an orchestra of shrieks.
The rope around my neck.
Tightens, Tightens.
As I step off the wooden platform.
May 5, 2011
May 5, 2011 at 3:07 PM UTC
Talk to me, talk to me of Old St. Nick
Talk to me of Sinterclaus
Of Mikulas, Pere Noel, or Babbo Natale
Talk to me of candles, christingle and a silent night
Talk to me of crackers, carols and calamities
Talk to me of snow, sleighs, and stars
Talk to me of Christmas cards, wrapping paper
Talk to me of gold, old spice and mice
Talk to me of icing, icicles
igloos, ivy
Holly
Oh sweet Hollie
Tots of Drambuie
Marmalade and toast
Talk to me of Philip Scholfield
Carols From Kings
Mary Poppins
Scrooge
Festive films
Radio Times
And things that are too pretty
Lights, nights
Hark, Dark
barking dogs
tinsel
Tinsel Town
Wolves at the door
Salvation Army playing once more
Talk to me
Talk to me
Cream Crackers, cheese
Frosty mornings, old knees
Talk to me of snow covered alpine forests
Gateaux
Cherries
walnuts and berries
Festive fun,
A seasonal run
Of All Gold telly
With a full belly
Farts, sprouts
Turkey that tastes just like chicken
Oh talk to me of
Terry Wogan
Rosh Jogan
Grogan Josh
Last minute deals
Black Friday
White Friday
And all the Cyber Mondays
Talk to me of
Happy Mondays
Dancing Bez
In a Festive Fez
Talk to me
Talk to me
Of Festive time
Late nights
Early mornings
Beer
Cheer
All in entertainment
Oh talk, TALK to me
Of hangovers,
sleep overs
gloves
mittens
and cute kittens
Oh talk to me of
fake Chanel
Faux Fur and underwear
Celvin Klein
Talk to me , Talk to me of
Jonah Lewie
Bony M
The Pogues
and all those rogues
Fairy tale of New York
Stop the Cavalry
Mary's Boy Child
And the
Spaceman who came riding by
Oh talk, Talk , Talk to me
of places, and spaces We all know
Christmas markets
Tesco, Aldi and John Lewis Adverts showing
Christmas is coming
Christmas is coming
Christmas is coming
Chris
Oh talk to me
Oh talk to me of old St. Nick
Talk to me
Talk to me
Eggnog
Talk to me
Talk to me
Bah humbug
Talk to me
Talk to me
Happy Christmas
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
You sat on the edge
of the low wall
in Rockingham Street
opposite Meadow Row
Janice sat beside you
in her red beret
and black coat
buttoned up
to her throat
against the evening chill
and you
in your cowboy hat
and old coat
with your 6 shooter
(capped gun)
in the inside pocket
the sky is thick with stars
Janice said
looking upward
like God threw small diamonds
into the black expanse
reminds me of the time
You said
when I was with my old man
outside Guy’s Hospital
and he left me outside
with my sister
while he went in
to see my mother
who was about to have babies
and I looked up
at the sky that evening
and it was like that
and it seemed
so big and wide
and I remember thinking
how I could get lost there
if I were a spaceman
looking out
of the spaceship window
at the stars
and moon and such
I could have been with you
Janice said
and have got you
food and drink for the voyage
I don’t know
You said
girls don’t get to go
on space voyages do they?
I guess not
she said sighing
but maybe
I could be the first to go
she added smiling
sure you could
but not with your red beret
You said
she laughed
and looked up
Meadow Row
at the street lamps
and the glow they made
on the pavements
and narrow road
and she pointed
at some kids
outside the public house
half way up the road
and said
Gran wouldn’t leave me
outside a pub like that
while she went drinking
you gazed up the road
and saw the kids outside
one in a pram
one sitting
on the low wall
eating out
of a packet of chips
my mother said
it happened a lot
in her days
when she was a kid
but she never was
You said
Janice tucked her hands
under her armpits
to keep them warm
against the evening cold
I better go
she said
Gran will wonder
where I am
ok
You said
I’ll walk you back
and so you both
got off the wall
and walked up
Rockingham Street
to where she lived
with her gran
in an upstairs flat
and she blew you
a kiss from the balcony
and that
was pretty much that.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC