Poetry competition CLOSED 27th August 2012 5:01pm
WINNER
LeColonel
LeColonel
RUNNER-UP:
runningturtle87
Major Tom
Poetry Contest Description
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Write a poem about Major Tom, floating alone in space.
- Two weeks
- Reposts welcome
- Title
- Enjoy!
*If any of you are wondering who Major Tom is, I strongly suggest you listen to the song Space Oddity by David Bowie. Not even for the sake of the competition; it's a good song :)
- Two weeks
- Reposts welcome
- Title
- Enjoy!
*If any of you are wondering who Major Tom is, I strongly suggest you listen to the song Space Oddity by David Bowie. Not even for the sake of the competition; it's a good song :)
Dear ground control,
Obviously something is wrong, in that my communications are down
When one day you find my body floating around
Maybe you could say something nice
Unlike before, all you wanted to know was whose shirts i wore
Fuck you, and the papers, and David Bowie, you whore
Sincerely, Major Tom,
P.S., I'm still out here
Obviously something is wrong, in that my communications are down
When one day you find my body floating around
Maybe you could say something nice
Unlike before, all you wanted to know was whose shirts i wore
Fuck you, and the papers, and David Bowie, you whore
Sincerely, Major Tom,
P.S., I'm still out here
Anonymous
David Bowie was highlighted on the Olympic closing ceremonies.
not an entry but major tom is my muse for this piece
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/57236-chemical-rapture/
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/57236-chemical-rapture/
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gET4edoFwWg/R9G6hmjUDsI/AAAAAAAAA2w/RWSWFLpxIcw/s320/rocket5.JPG
< major tom >
pressed the third red button from the left and thought
(in the very next instant)
"was it the third red button or just the third button?"
(which happened to be blue and also tom's last thought)
- - -
Planet Earth, Still Blue, Forgotten You
Though I keep trying, I still wonder if you can hear me Major Tom
For surely your oxygen must have exhausted decades earlier
Leaving you giddy and drowsy, foolishly laughing all alone
Before apoxia took its lethal toll over forty three years ago
Sadly, we did not fare all that much better here back on Planet Earth
Greed continued to win the day, genocide swept across the globe, and the ice caps continued to melt
Long ago we grew bored and tired of you and other such real heros
Instead now addicted to Facebook, video games, and reality TV
Tweeting and texting as our beautiful language languished and finally died
Now only studied by aging archeologists, romantic English Lit majors and rebel underground poets off the grid but ironically still on the internet
Maybe it's better that you died so soon after making the grade
When all of us still were obssessed with your fashion choices
I often wonder how it would be if you returned today, triumphantly to the sound of crickets
No one remembering who you were and what you achieved
That is except for me, you see I was eight when you lifted off
Though no astronaut, I am now a tired and crusty old colonel myself
Would you step again through the door, look around
Then sadly shake your head and again vault into the cold emptiness of space, so wishing you had never returned
Though I keep trying, I still wonder if you can hear me Major Tom
For surely your oxygen must have exhausted decades earlier
Leaving you giddy and drowsy, foolishly laughing all alone
Before apoxia took its lethal toll over forty three years ago
Sadly, we did not fare all that much better here back on Planet Earth
Greed continued to win the day, genocide swept across the globe, and the ice caps continued to melt
Long ago we grew bored and tired of you and other such real heros
Instead now addicted to Facebook, video games, and reality TV
Tweeting and texting as our beautiful language languished and finally died
Now only studied by aging archeologists, romantic English Lit majors and rebel underground poets off the grid but ironically still on the internet
Maybe it's better that you died so soon after making the grade
When all of us still were obssessed with your fashion choices
I often wonder how it would be if you returned today, triumphantly to the sound of crickets
No one remembering who you were and what you achieved
That is except for me, you see I was eight when you lifted off
Though no astronaut, I am now a tired and crusty old colonel myself
Would you step again through the door, look around
Then sadly shake your head and again vault into the cold emptiness of space, so wishing you had never returned
"I'd rather we educate them on the brilliance of Bowie instead of kill them. It's a win-win situation."
Too right, great contest. You'll find my submission below for consideration. Great fun and, yes, I listened to the song again but only a few times (okay, more than a few times!)
Too right, great contest. You'll find my submission below for consideration. Great fun and, yes, I listened to the song again but only a few times (okay, more than a few times!)
Anonymous
"Such Finality"
http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/astronaut-banjo.jpg.jpeg
Major Tom has been around,
nobody really knows him, he’s
a bit strange, perhaps, a little deranged,
from Space Oddity to Ashes to Ashes, he
plays a major blastoff agent,
a banjo player, too. Who knew?
He’s a real rocket man, does everything he can to
make his statement, can’t be pigeon-holed, so unpredictable.
Suffers from weird delusions, a mental derangement
caused by prolonged deep space travel,
he floats in a most peculiar way,
outside the capsule, all over the place,
always, trying something strange and new,
he lives within himself, an
altered-state of consciousness,
oblivious to the rest of us.
There’s nothing I can do to convince him
to come back home, he loves being all alone.
I’ve tried, told him the Earth was so blue,
he just blew by me,
headed again toward M82,
the Starburst galaxy,
another distant reality.
Still, no word from him.
It’s quiet out there,
such finality!
http://listverse.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/astronaut-banjo.jpg.jpeg
Major Tom has been around,
nobody really knows him, he’s
a bit strange, perhaps, a little deranged,
from Space Oddity to Ashes to Ashes, he
plays a major blastoff agent,
a banjo player, too. Who knew?
He’s a real rocket man, does everything he can to
make his statement, can’t be pigeon-holed, so unpredictable.
Suffers from weird delusions, a mental derangement
caused by prolonged deep space travel,
he floats in a most peculiar way,
outside the capsule, all over the place,
always, trying something strange and new,
he lives within himself, an
altered-state of consciousness,
oblivious to the rest of us.
There’s nothing I can do to convince him
to come back home, he loves being all alone.
I’ve tried, told him the Earth was so blue,
he just blew by me,
headed again toward M82,
the Starburst galaxy,
another distant reality.
Still, no word from him.
It’s quiet out there,
such finality!
