Space

Moon Man

Poetry, Space

Salford 12th September 2018

#promptuarium #Visitor

 

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When the men from the rocket

landed on the moon

they weren’t expecting

a reception committee

 

The locals hadn’t seen Astronauts

and invited them to tea

they looked a little different

but acted like you and me

 

And they helped the men collect

rocks and soil from the ground

as the bosses from earth

wanted to know – if there was life around

 

And after the ‘nauts had left for home

the moon people to earth would go

to learn about their next door neighbours

in their fancy UFO

Spacekid

Astronomy, Childhood, Growing up, Poetry, Space

moondust

Salford, 22nd August 2018

Another piece inspired by the #Promptuarium

Many thought you a funny kid

On most nights they’d see you staring into space

Overlooking the positions of the stars and the zodiac

No other subject interested you more

Destiny ? to be the first man to live – on a base on the moon

Until then – you sit out in the garden – plotting your way there

Satellites floating in zero gravity over your head as you

Track your course with telescope, pencil and paper

Visitor

Astronomy, Poetry, Space

A tale of Constellation – first told on Allpoetry.com

The great relation of the sky
decided today would be a good day
to pay his sister a visit

He moved quite fast
for a constellation his age
as he travelled unaided through the stars

The Young whippersnapper
also known as “the red planet”
nipped at his edges – he wanted to play

And news from the rest of the family,
made his stars shine bright
in his mass of gas, chemicals and rock

A word with his brothers
out beyond the rocks
and then he moves off – to look after his flock

the family of planets
who’s father has died
and the small little planets, who often have cried

Outer Space

Art, Colours, Poetry, Science, Space

spaceman

#coloryourworld #cyw #outerspace

Picture created with Colorfy

looking out into the night sky,

it’s difficult to tell what colour outer space is

we paint it black – like a sheet of silk

and those far off dots in the fabric ? far off mystical worlds

we gave them names – and put them in stories

myths and legends, told many moon rises ago

Aries to the Huntsman we follow with pride

through telescopic lenses or newspapers inside

and the robots we send to examine these stars

landing on the moon, and venus and mars

are the UFO pilots playing hide and seek ?

Its a question the scientists ask every week.

Horoscope Zoo

Animals, Astronomy, Space

Another Piece from my archive at allpoetry.com – taking the characters of the Zodiac and placing them around the zoo…but where’s Pisces???

Horoscope Zoo

By Brian F Kirkham

The twins were bored,
they had nothing to do
so off with their mum
they went to the zoo.

They went to the Farm section
and fed the sheep and the goats
The twins liked Capricorn
who had a bell round his throat.

Over in another pen,
were the cows and the bull
Taurus, was his name
and was eating till he was full

Taurus was real large,
and had horns really big,
one twin noted
“He eats like a Pig!!!”

They visited Leo
in his grand lions hall
Lying on his rock
the primmest cat of all

And over by Leo,
the waters flowed by
where Crabs they scuttle
and silver fish fly

“Who’s That?” said the Twins to Mum
Pointing over to a man by the sea
“Why that’s Aquarius , Children,
he’s catching Leo’s Tea!!!”

A NASA Small ad….

Poetry, Space

(Alternative Title : Would you like a trip of a lifetime ?)

I came up with this piece of Found Poetry after playing with clippings from adverts and headlines in the local newspaper.

Hope you all enjoy it..

 

Take a starry trip!

We’ll see you get

Everything you need

to be

taken to a new extreme

trust us – It’ll be

SPECTACULAR….

Heavens Games

Poetry, Space

Whilst down on earth they’re half asleep

Heaven’s Children round their parents jump,

playing with metallic lumps,

and making the gas clouds bounce and leap.

And through the air some of them creep,

collecting rocks in great big clumps

to create stellar asteroid piles;

It doesn’t leave them down in the dumps!.

And whilst they play in the cosmic air

Mum and dad watch on with pride

as the siblings play on without a care.

Sometimes there’s squabbles, as hard as they tried

But big Siblings and Cousins, help one and all,

to pull up the little ones, in case they fall

 

#Sonnet #Blogging101 #Napowrimo #Day23 #Space #Poetry

 

Blue and Green Marble

Life, Nature, Space

IMG_0048.JPGin response to the prompt

Earth

This blue and green planet is quite unique in its own little way.

sustaining life for everybody on it whether they be human, bovine, feline or vermine

There’s oxygen – vital to make the creatures on it breathe – even under the water

and with the oxygen and water – we’ve got trees and plants

these provide colour, shelter, materials and other stuff animals need to live.

The human relatives make their homes in the trees – some of us also do this – but the rest make their homes on terra firma…in the wide vast spaces mother earth provides for us

A Martian Landed at Media City

Cities, Football, Life, Poetry, Space, Sport, Sports

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A Martian he landed at Media City

He took a look round, but thought it a pity

That attracted by all those colourful lights

He landed his craft where he couldn’t see sights.

 

He saw a Man in a uniform sat behind desks

turning young adults to nervous wrecks

saying ‘this isn’t a place for you kids to play’

‘come back wi’ your teacher – on some other day’

 

The visitor saw the kids walk sadly away

as his eyes behind visor began to stray

as bustle behind windows , created a story

on some news worthy gossip, from Lib Lab or Tory

 

And on other desks too – tittle tattle from grounds

as footballers antics in town they’ve been found

and the camera’s flash on some sportsmans head

the latest transfer that’s been put to bed

 

The Martian he watched – as the screens switched to war

now and then stopped by the flash football scores.

It’s a funny old place this earth he did said

as news of the olympics flashed overhead.

 

And the lights they did change – as he saw the rings

and saw all the cheering and singing and things

as a scene from old stratford shone out a light

making the quayside shiny and bright.

 

So he entered his spacecraft and crafted a star

something that could be seen from near and of far

and he let it go upwards leaving trails on its way

lighting the sky for the others to play.

 

I wrote this tale during my time as An Ambassador for London 2012. The BBC had just moved in to their home on Salford Quays and this was my response to some of the overbearing security in that area…I thought, what if…hope you enjoy it© 2 years ago, Brian F Kirkham life • media • olympic • sport • alien • life2