NASA Project, outer space and astronomy poem by Janet Kuypers

NASA Project

Ive always loved astronomy
Ive kept the telescope I had since I was a child
I remember tracking the motion of the stars to the horizon
when I was six with my sister
when she took a high school astronomy class
Ive witnessed two comets
Ive even had a star
past the base of the constellation cygnus named after me.
Ive studied black holes
tried to learn more about astro-physics
the whole nine yards

and there are studies
and possibly plans
for NASA
after setting up the space station
they may be planning a colony
on the moon for inhabitants
in part to entail the long-term-effects
of a change in gravitation force on the human body

and I heard this
that there may be plans for this
within the next twenty or thirty years
and I thought
my god
I am meant for this
I would be perfect for this

but then I thought,
what would I do there
why would they want me there

Im a journalist
Ive written all my life
and Im a designer
and my job would be
to catalog what is going on at the colony
and to distribute news to the colony
about what is going on on the moon
and maybe also even about what is going on on earth

and I liked this plan
it would seem fitting
give me occasional feeds through occasional transmittals
of information for me to pass on to the colony
and I would catalog historically
what is happening here
for people on earth to learn from
this sounds like the perfect thing for me

and then I thought
I would disseminate all information
to this colony of people
on the moon

I would be their only link to news

I could tell them anything

just think about this for a moment
I could tell them anything
and they wouldnt be able to use another source
to prove me wrong
I could tell them I sang the national anthem for the President
no really, I dont have that bad of a voice
but I sang because we were leaving to live on the moon
and these people would believe me

I wonder if I had to write reports to send back to earth
would I have to tell them about the hypnotic effects of the earthlight
versus how we earthlings talk about the moonlight

and then I started thinking:
would I be able to bring my pet cat with me?

cause all I can think is that my cat would be
taking leaps and they would be fifteen feet jumps
ten feet in the air
you know, they probably wouldnt let me
bring a pet to the moon
but its still fun to think about

remember at the Planetarium
how they would have scales for different planets
so you could see how much you would weigh
there because of different gravitational pulls?
all the women liked weighing themselves
on the moon
because of the moon has one sixth
the gravity
they could look at a scale and say
“I weigh thirty-six pounds”

but then I suddenly started to think
how they would accommodate
for days that are twenty-eight earth days long
on the moon

can you even imagine
seeing the earth in the sky out there
the way we look at the moon no
youd be there
unable to make any connection
with people on earth at all

I wonder if Id miss from Earth
the traffic
or the grocery store
or going to a restaurant
or telling my family I love them

would I be able to stand being away from the people I love
while living on the moon, would I just have to settle
for looking out cabin holes to see the sky
to remind myself of my love for astronomy

Key To Survival, a poem about knowing who is good and bad by Janet Kuypers

Key To Survival

“the poem of j”


Have you ever seen someone
who has a flock of people around them
and that someone is just naturally talking
but people are attracted to them like moths to a flame
people there are like sun tanning high-school girls
facing this persons bright light,
wanting to soak them all in
and hoping theyre more beautiful for it

You see these people,
everyone smiling,
circled around this special someone
its like an animal magnetism
you cant help but
try to nudge in,
to hear their words
to try to get a little of that narcotic for yourself

its like being a child again,
with a ton of kids in a candy store
where someones giving out free candy
and all the kids are so thrilled
and theyre grinning from ear to ear

You havent even gotten close enough
to hear their words,
but youre already starting to smile


have you ever seen someone
standing at the corner of an intersection
they look dirty and disheveled
and you try to keep your distance
“˜cause youre guessing theyre homeless
and asking for money
but you have to pass them
theyre right on the street in your way
so you try to walk
on the farthest edge of the sidewalk
but you watch them with your peripheral vision
and you see them making animated gestures
and you see their face contorting
like theyre having a great debate
with no one
like theyre giving the speech of their lifetime
to no one

because, you see, no one wants to listen
everyone knows this is a madman raving
so you just try to ignore them
you make a point to not listen
I mean, theres a Hell of a lot of noise
we tune of out of our minds,
cars going by, honking their horns,
the low rumble of other people talking nearby
the shuffle of your footsteps
well, this is another one of those noises.
you dont want to hear them
you had a bad feeling about them
as soon as you saw them
just ignore them
and hopefully they’ll go away


I knew of a woman
who went on a date
with a male friend of mine,
and after the date
the guy talked about how great she was,
how they talked about their future
and what they both wanted
he talked about the inside of her place,
but after he left messages for her repeatedly,
she never called him back again

saw this woman weeks later
at a Starbucks
and she said she felt bad
but she never wanted to see him again
because during their date
they never talked about what they wanted
he just talked about what he wanted
like how she wouldnt work
because he even told her how many
of his children she would bear

she wouldnt let him into her home
(does that mean he was looking through her window?)
and she said that after the date
she showered for hours
because she felt mentally raped

poor girl
she saw someone who seemed nice
but it took her only a short while
to know what he was really like


sometimes you look at people
and you just know

sometimes it takes you a little while
but people cant hide their souls forever

everyone gets feelings about someone
whether or not they want to admit it

its not womens intuition
men feel it too
you feel it in your chest
when you see someone good
and you get that feeling in the pit of your stomach
when you see someone bad

sometimes you look at people
and you just know
and you can try to avoid that feeling you get
and you try to shrug it off as nothing
and you try to run away from the feeling for years
but you cant hide from your soul forever
itll catch up to you
when you least expect it

sometimes you just know
youve felt it
Ive felt it too
we know what to run to
and what to steer clear of

weve got to
its in our nature
its a key to happiness
and our key to survival

What the Hell is She Complaining About, a poem about the effects of rape by Janet Kuypers

What the Hell is She Complaining About

i cant go around telling people
about what you did to me
you see, nobody wants to hear it
and nobody wants to hear a girl whining
what the hells she complaining about anyway?
but you know, nobody knows
the effects of what youve done
nobody knows that I showered for weeks
no, months
to try to feel clean after you did that to me
nobody knows why i have
violent fits of rage
how Id hit the wall, rip up the plaster

you want to know what i think of men now?
you want to know their place in my life now?
you see, i didnt know what else to do
so i became the rapist
and now i let men do nice things for me
but i always keep them at a safe distance
i never let them get too close
because i dont care how nice you are
ill always keep you at arms length
i learned my lesson

so yeah, you had an effect on me
and i have to bottle it all up
because no one wants to hear the details
i mean, i wasnt physically injured
what the hell could i be complaining about anyway?

but you know, there are times
when i wish you left a mark,
like a bee sting or something,
so people could see a welt
from what you had done

wait, no, i take that back
id wish i was stung by a bee
and i was allergic to bees

because then my blood pressure would drop,
my pulse would get rapid,
id fall into anaphylactic shock
my skin would turn white
before I got the the hospital
as they tried to keep me alive

all because of a bee sting

while everyone else is thinking,
a bee sting,
what the hell is she complaining about