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Happy Holidays – with apologies

First, I wish all my readers, visitors, browsers a very happy holiday season – no matter what festivities you treasure. 

Next, I apologize for my lack of postings over these many weeks.  Unfortunately, personal family illness and related issues forced me to focus elsewhere.

Nevertheless, I scribble new Poetweetry ideas on napkins, envelopes and receipts. Look for some fun verses as well as special Christ, personal and animal poem cycles to come in the new year.

Thank you for your support and encouragement for the “new and improved” Poetweetry tweets and blog. I appreciate your time and interest so much!

Again, Happy Holidays and even more best wishes for a Happy and Peaceful New Year!

Audrey 

(aka Poetweetry)

Rituals: At Thanksgiving Day

Happy Forgiving Day

distant kin

eat hearts out

Sudden death play-offs

tackle tribe rivalries

siblings ledger scores

Discard all leftovers

 

 

Tweeted on Wednesday, November 21, 2012 at 11:07 p.m. CT

©2012 by Audrey S. Rivers & Poetweetry

First Born

Anointed

blue ribbon shrine

pristine shoes

Daddy toe waltzes

bedroom sanctum

car keys

genetic guilt

default executor

Last shovelful of dirt

 

Tweeted on Thursday, November 1, 2012 at 4:30 p.m. CT

©2012 by Audrey S. Rivers & Poetweetry

X-ploration?

The Space X Falcon 9 with Dragon capsule launches to International Space Station from the Kennedy Space Center on Oct. 7, 2012 Photo: NASA

 
FOR COMMERCIAL SPACE PIONEERS:
 

Daredevils breathe fire

Loop-the-loop

Around the world

in 90 minutes

Wing walkers watch warily

Will they storm the barn?

Or buy the farm?

Tweeted on Saturday, October 27, 2012 at 3:17 pm CT

©2012 by Audrey Schwartz Rivers and Poetweetry

Elections

“Purple States of America”
artwork by Audrey Schwartz Rivers
© 2012 All Rights Reserved

Note: This poem is not about any candidate or political party, just a comment about the constant animus of the political process.

Audacity of hope, nope, cope, dope

slipperyslope, microscope

grope, Europe, mope

interlope, Pope, fallop

trope, tightrope, misanthrope

VOTE

 


Tweeted on Monday, October 22, 2012 at 3:48 p.m. CT

© 2012 by Audrey Schwartz Rivers and Poetweetry

All Rights Reserved

Genesis

“Genesis”
artwork by Audrey Schwartz Rivers
© 2012 by Audrey Schwartz Rivers

Morning star crests

Cardinal chalks wind

Impulsive stem defies frost

Some obscure divinity ignites

& in God’s image

I create

Poetry


Tweeted on Saturday, October 20, 2012 at 5:56 pm CT

© 2012 by Audrey S. Rivers and Poetweetry

All Rights Reserved

3-2-1 RELAUNCH!

Thanks for your patience while I’ve tinkered with our Poetweetry site.

Hope you like the redesign. We may have to tighten up a few things as we go — you know how these webby things can get funky at times.

Please enjoy future poems, artwork and other posts.

Also, I’d love any feedback you might have about the redesign or Poetweetry in general.  Please feel free to comment after the post — or send me a private note via the “Contact” page above.

I will start out with reprint of one of my first posts that attempts to explain what Poetweetry is and is not.

Again, thank you for reading. Hope you enjoy. Glad we connect via the cyberwaves!

Audrey

Sea of Tranquility

Apollo 11 Cmdr Neil Armstrong after Moon walk
NASA photo

Remembering Neil Armstrong:
RIP in your beloved ocean 
 

Enough rock&dust shrines

Leave no deified relics

tomb photo ops

star dancing

Stay distant as Luna

Harbor in tranquil seas

of primordial dawn

 

 

Tweeted on Thursday September 13, 2012 at 11:28 a.m. CDT

following National Memorial Service

©2012 by Audrey Schwartz Rivers and Poetweetry

Neil Armstrong: In Memorium

On July 20, 1969, I held tightly to a stuffed animal and my breath as I listened to the “30 minutes of terror” as a tiny space ship 250,000 miles away from my Iowa home descended toward the Moon’s surface. 

Humans ventured to new lands throughout civilization. Exploration pulsated in our species’ DNA. We sought out new lands both for adventure and for their economic riches. Many people died in the attempts. Discoverers too often became conquerors, harbingers of hate, disease and genocide. We wasted Nature, resources and the barbaric “Other.” 

Humans looked up to the stars. At first, we placed ourselves in the center of the heavens, only one step below our so-called Creator. Those researchers like Galileo who questioned such assumptions were vilified (as are many scientists today). However, Earth and its ally Gravity blocked any attempts to escape from its grip.

But on that day, more than 40 years ago, in a den in Iowa, I gazed at a flickering black-and-white TV screen as humans surmounted Mother Nature, escaped physics’ anchor and sailed toward a oceanless New World. Humans left Earth’s influence twice before (Apollo 8 and 10) and orbited her many times previously. With less than 30 seconds of fuel left, a cool, confident, relatively calm Neil Armstrong landed his ship Eagle on the soft dust of the Moon. Earth and all her inhabitants watched in wonder.

Neil Armstrong on Moon reflected in Buzz Aldrin’s visor
NASA photograph
Artist rendering ©2012 by Audrey S. Rivers

Neil Armstrong (and his crew mates Edwin Buzz Aldrin and Michael Collins) contradicted the Columbuses of old.  They came in peace for all humanity. While they unfurled the American flag in less than firm lunar soil, they also placed flags from every United States and foreign sovereignty. They collected samples of another celestial body, not as plunder but to unlock secrets of millennia and share with scientists Earthwide. 

After their fiery return to Earth, the explorers spent three weeks in quarantine least the unseen aliens we always fear somehow trespassed. The trio must have contemplated the steps they took beyond what past civilizations could ever have dreamt. Surely, they surmised, humans, inspired by their success, by the wonder of the deed, by our exploration genes, would continue research expeditions to Luna. Why, nothing, besides lack of will and wonder, could even stop humans from walking across the closet planet so steeped in mystery and myth — Mars.

Nothing, but a lack of will and wonder….

Neil Armstrong’s first steps on the Moon inspired both my sister and me to dream of working for human spaceflight. We both accomplished our goals, — she as a Space Shuttle Mission Controller; I as a planner and public affairs officer at the NASA Johnson Space Center.

When Neil Armstrong passed away on August 25, I felt despondent. Not only did we not lived up to his boldness, we confined our country only to Earth orbit and, at least for the short term, with the USA lacking even its own transport there. When the First Man on the Moon died, he received less recognition in the new 24/7 social network, cable news media than did pop star Michael Jackson’s demise. Even one major TV network news website announced “First Man on the Moon, Astronaut Neil YOUNG….”, confusing the pop-folk singer with the astronaut. The Twitter generation often referred to “Lance” rather than “Neil” in their Armstrong posts.

Neil Armstrong was a true hero, both as an astronaut and man. He was the “test pilot’s test pilot” and survived many never-fatal disasters with focus and confident calm. While other astronauts exploited their fame for fortune, Neil Armstrong taught at a university (for professor wages) and donated many space-related proceeds to charity. He inconspicuously lived for many years on a farm near Lebanon, Ohio. He had two sons. He lost one daughter to brain cancer as a toddler. He preferred the attention of young people to that of presidents and celebrities.

In memory of Neil Armstrong, I posted two poems I wrote for him many years ago. Please link here for them:

July 20, 1999

Poem For A Friend Who Has Walked On The Moon

And next time you catch a glimpse of the Moon at night (or during the day), please give it a wink to remember its first human visitor.

Audrey