When we still had to adjust the TV antenna
I was a child in the 70s-glam rock era
audiences loved him almost reverently,
David Bowie's songs were otherworldly.
People spoke often about his clothes, his hair,
Famously, his two-coloured eyes, he had such flair:
He'd split particle atoms with a purse of his lips,
his fans were junkies; they were all absolute addicts.
David was a visual artist, extraordinaire
a meteorite from another stratosphere;
characteristically charming and debonair
a liberating experience back then and there.
Said-to-have a voracious sexual appetite.
He made love to a groupie, who lost her virginity,
called Lori, guess-he-had-to later-expedite:
Once he'd said ‘Lori-darling, ' can you come with me?
What a 'Space Oddity' it must have been when Apollo 11
launched with Neil A. Armstrong, to a new ascension,
Oh, someone to follow, some brave Apollo
but all I ever got from you was sorrow, sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He didn't sing " Satellite of love" but sure produced-it. He was loved wherever he went and died too soon, ...The story of Astronaut you have presented has made us more emotional. This poem is definitely very interestingly penned.
Thank you, my dear friend for this and many other comments.