BONUS SONNET: In Which I Howl At The Moon

'Twas forty years ago this very day

Apollo the Eleventh left the pad

Bound for a date with destiny away

Upon another world. Three men all clad

In our space age's finest future garb

Left Earth to walk upon our planet's moon.

Since then we've scarce returned; there lies a barb

That wounds me, yet I've hope we'll be there soon

Again. There's LRO/LCROSS and all.

Meanwhile our own dear Duncan Jones has made

A worthy little film, a clarion call,

One vision of what we might have to trade

To live there and to keep our lifestyle here.

I took it in today. This Moon, I cheer!

BONUS SONNET: In Which I Try To Win A Poster For Duncan Jones' MOON Movie

I do declare: the geekiest of things
On my agenda's writing sonnets on
Assorted geekeries. The joy this brings
Is glorious. I haven't yet withdrawn
From any challenge: write on Battlestar
Galactica with Peanuts characters?
On watching telescope repair afar?
On building Magic decks and how this stirs
Imagination more than playing does?
On taking Mom and Dad to see Star Trek
And what a great experience it was?
To these and more I have said what the heck,
Poured out my love in merely fourteen lines.
And in this task all that I love combines.