STAR**** **OOP**S: Surreal Space Poetry – Page 39

Star Oops space poetry

I came out

I was a soldier
I had to prove it.

I ran.

I couldn’t [escape]
This horror show.
I got orders.

Make a man of you
Or kill you

A good choice?
A good choice.

Others are button

We do the work

Good luck!

surreal space poetry
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STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 38

Star Oops space poetry

The emotional
Relationship between
Man and man
Is great and

A mercy, slowly
Put together.
Made at risk,
So consider[ed].

Then realized
That every
Was [a] miss,
A casualty [to]
Other work.

Too late now.

[He] thinks well
Of you.

He does? Surprised.
What did he say?

Smile; high praise!


You like [him]?


Star Oops space poetry
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Apologies for not updating the poem recently. Though, I have to say I think these posts are my least read. I don’t think anyone has ever commented on them (besides Patty, thank you Patty!) I’m determined to get through all 263 pages of the book. Regardless of how long that takes. Trying to make even nonsensical space poetry out of some pages is a difficult task! Especially the ones where Heinlein drones on about neo dogs, or space ship design, or tactics…

I’m glad now that this page took so long to get to now. It’s not the greatest memorialization of the Supreme Court’s ruling on marraige, or Pride. But, then I’m not the greatest poet working with the greatest source! #Lovewins

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 37

Thanks to Teg for helping with the image!

You like dogs?
Did your dog sleep
on your bed?

I don’t have a
Mother didn’t allow

Mother’s angry
Terribly, terribly

Her mind can’t
Shape human
Speech at all.

Bright except
Defective. A
Genius in [her]
Own line…

Can you imagine?

I can’t.

space poetry, Starship Troopers
A trivial conversation descends into a reverie on the mental illness of a loved one. Someone rapped in themselves but unable to comprehend the thoughts that they are.

STAR**** **OOP**S: A Surreal Space Poetry Project – Page 36

Thanks to Teg for the image wrangling!

[I] seem
Happy, careful.
All of Space
[to] travel
I was
I didn’t care,
They used me
[An] experiment.
I’d done
All right.
High [on]
The Homecoming
[Here] it’s all
false hope, recognizing betrayal and insanity, hanging on to the thought of going home
false hope, recognizing betrayal and insanity, hanging on to the thought of going home
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