Thursday Thoughts - On Moving to Mars

Red Light, Red Planet

by Rachel Hoyt

 

image by Victor Habbick via freedigitalphotos.net

 

 

I will not pay five dollars for

a roll in your next show,

To leave my planet evermore -

You should beg me to go.

 

Although force feeding vegan food

might help my health a bit,

Nothing can make the Mars dust good -

For tat we know no tit.

Crater hopping sure does sound fun,

but dodging asteroids?

That space suit best be made to run

and locate nearby voids,

like the ones where your cameras

will be properly placed

to record gruesome last hurrahs

without being erased.

 

I'll save my dreams for the next flight,

planet, or galaxy -

The profit sharing seems not right,

I would rather stay free.

 

© 2013 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved

 

Thousands have applied to die on Mars.
Do you think it's because they want spaceships, not cars?

Technorati Tags: Space, Mars, Explore, Poem, Rhyme, Poetry

Bacteria Face

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This week the White House responded to our petition

where we demanded public recognition

of any knowledge of life other life forms,

space land happenings beyond the norm,

but, not surprisingly, they said they know nothing.

Most of us don't believe they haven't seen a thing.

We keep discovering new planets and stars

and soon we're shipping some germs to Mars.

Is it really possible we haven't seen

any aliens anywhere, be they not green?

Are they trying to create little martian men

by flinging bits of ourselves into space now and then?

It wasn't long after the White House announcement

that I heard about where the germs will be sent.

I wonder if they planned it all in one meeting?

Do they ever indulge wacky thoughts that are fleeting?

"Hey guys.  After we tell the people there's no life in outer space,

want to launch some bacteria and see if it turns into a face?"

Copyright © 2011 - All Rights Reserved - Rachel Hoyt

Technorati Tags: Space, Aliens, White House, Humor, Opinion, Poetry

Stopping Satellite Showers

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The sky is spewing satellites down upon the earth.

Once they land, far fewer parts will have value or worth.

Plus, allowing them to just come flying, crashing down,

brings much fear upon my heart and to my face a frown.

I'm glad to hear one company has a well timed, thorough plan

to save us money while recycling all the space junk that they can.

They plan to launch one big craft loaded with several smaller pods

which they'll dispatch to scavenge for valuable satellite rods.

I fear our worsening whirling, swirling atmosphere of debris.

I'd love to let a remote controlled vessel brave this danger for me.

I do hope said vessel is prepared to be watched like a hawk

to ensure that all it does is reconfigure used antennae stock.

I learned from the story of Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

that you should always, always, always take the garbage out.

If we continue to let our satellite junk accumulate,

satellite showers will be our destiny and death by trash our fate.

To survive we'd have to find the place Sarah Stout's neighbors hid,

while ignoring a simple lesson learned long ago as an innocent kid.

We need not (yet) fear getting crushed by a tower of rancid spoiled food,

but we may get stabbed by satellite parts as proof that ditching trash is rude.

© 2011- all rights reserved - Rachel Hoyt

Technorati Tags: Space, Junk, Recycle, Humor, Satellite, Poetry

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