ALIEN -NOT- HUMAN
Alien life form--- ---Far from human toucH
Living among it self--- ---In the heavens like a gurU
Intelligence kept from civilization--- ---Scientist call it a phantoM
Earth remains alone--- ---Like a secret ninjA
NASA's top secret--- ---You are not humanN
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Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013
~Planet of the apes~
Ape should inherit the world
Perhaps --maybe, just maybe!
Earth has a chance
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015
Keep well away from dark, forbidding dreams --
Instead, stay near the hearth and play your lyre;
Sleep even so will wait on wooden beams,
Seducing you beside your cozy fire.
Meticulous and careful you may be,
Evicting darting shadows with the blaze --
Inside your quiet cottage, patiently,
Night's emissary holds you in her gaze.
The cuckoo calls as midnight church-bells chime;
His warning message echoes from the walls --
Enchanted ears have lost all track of time,
So far from whispered fears as silence falls.
Her chilling hands then rip away your voice,
And images assail your inner eyes --
Denying you the act of conscious choice,
On captive lips she mixes truth and lies.
When sunlight climbs the sky and breaks her spell,
She blows a darkened kiss, and bids farewell.
Copyright © M. Teresa Blaylock | Year Posted 2007
They fought for honor, a way of life,
For their country and their King.
Willing to lay down their lives,
Against adversaries overbearing.
I wonder what it was like,
As thousands marched acrossed the field
What courage and faith they must of had,
To meet death with just a sword and
They must of had the attitude,
That God was on their side,
To advance into tribulation,
With confidence and pride.
The dead were given lavished funerals,
The living would mourn and pray.
Each warrior knew in the next battle,
It might be his burial day.
What would you die for?
Is there anything you hold that dear?
I feel each of us cherish something,
We would die for, in spite of the fear.
Copyright © Rev. Elizabeth Anderson | Year Posted 2014
Right? Fine. Finished.
During what avail, what time.
Shake this, crisps on bread.
Ultimo Dragon, wrestling and fights
Likewise, Mr Artist.
Package this, like fries.
McDonald's, eat much.
Yum, yum, delicious times.
Copyright © Moses Samandar | Year Posted 2015
R aring to go on my first family road trip
O nward bound to cross the ocean by ship
A tlantic ocean a remarkable vista to behold
D riving with my family traveling the open road
T urmoil and tension inevitably begins to erupt
R aging tempers flare as our parents get abrupt
I nnocent children witness the beginnings of divorce
P arents should ask for directions when lost and off course.
Kim Merryman's Road Trip Contest.
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2013
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way
C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord
D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story
A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people
C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer,
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009
Glorious are the days we ride, my love.
You and I riding in the morning light.
Passions racing hearts are thundering.
Sunrise explodes pink and purple streaks across the sky.
You and I smiling, riding together in the first light.
Kindred spirits racing together chasing the morning star.
Intoxicated on the morning air.
Nowhere, but here in this moment.
Glorious is the day we ride.
Copyright © Gypsyof Essence | Year Posted 2013
Ships float up forever out
Pilots who once sailed seas find new spirit
Airborne crafts fill the air
Children grow into machines that take them away
Earth was once their only home
And now the universe in endless boundaries is theirs
Geared up for foreign playgrounds, gone in an instant
Eternity is only minutes away and just beginning there
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
Today’s the day.
Our training is to be put on display.
Upon each is a test of the heart.
Guts to do it all from the start.
Here we go over the first wall, sublime.
Men and Women at the line.
Utter the words “HOO RAH” in time.
Determined to finish the challenge ahead.
Defined by how they react to others in dread.
Each of us who finish the course and stand.
Reach a new respect for those who sport the orange headband.
Copyright © Adam Hapworth | Year Posted 2013
Red rocks in Sedona, Arizona
Old Faithful in Yellowstone
Arch in St. Louis, Missouri
Deadwood's graveyards full of bones
Tennessee's Grand Ol' Opry
Riding horseback at Ucross Ranch
In eighteen days, I toured fourteen states
Praise God for providing the chance
21 August 2013
for Kim Merryman's contest
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2013
Riding in the kiddies section all day long at an amusement park
Underestimating the number of people crowding every turn
Noticed a train pass by ……… hmmmmmmm???????….
Always wondered what a thrill it would be……..
Walking toward the loading Depot with anticipation
A fear grips my t-shirt and begins to pull me back
“You sure you want to board this large train”? Fear whispers
The conductor begins his call …”All Aboard!”…….”ALL ABOARD!!!”
Recorded history begins to play and then .. click, clack .. chookie …choo …choo
And the loudest whistle I’ve ever heard , TOOOOT….TOOOOOOOT
I grip Mama’s neck and begin to scream loud sounds of my own
Never again will I board an 8 MPH runaway train ==============
Copyright © Abe Lopez | Year Posted 2010
Sophisticated city full of blitzkrieg, I am just a visitor interested in your history.
To travel so far, I must enjoy the sights I see.
Riding via the scenic view to capture some photography,
Easy to relax and just be me.
Elfie and excited, I am pulsated by such beauty.
Living just for the moments of captivity, I send a shout out.
Ialysus is a place to drive.
Got the streetlights in my eyes, relishing the peace inside.
Heights I never figure I would reach.
This came from living right, I guess.
Shimmering sparkles of cava I will drink at my penthouse that sits in view of the
VERLENA S. WALKER
Scrambled Letters: T A R N D A I
FOR FIND THE PUZZLE Contest!
PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 29, 2014!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
Yesterday you told me your love was here to stay
All those cruel things you had to say
My love for you will never go away
Troubles in my heart now heavily weigh
Seemed as though to you I appeared as prey
So the only thing left for you to do is to slay
Far from the dock of our once loving bay
Away I say with all this dismay
Now my dear lose all your fear
It is no longer needed hear
Look upon the future with much cheer
As though yesterday was always here
Though tomorrows will never be clear
They're times when I wont be cavalier
Here is a time when I am being sincere
To make you aware that I shall persevere
Stay with yesterday without a tear
Oh how I shall rue the day
I pray that when tomorrow comes
Believe I will sing instead of hum if
In your eyes I see a sight that will convey
Yesterday is here to forever stay
****** Roy Jerden's Yesterday Acrostic Contest ******
Copyright © Steven Henderson | Year Posted 2014
t =tea plz
a =and biscuts too
u =under the canaopy admiring the sea view
r = round of bread with cheese spread
u =un till it time to go home to bead
s =sweet dreams of a wonderful day go to the seeside another day
Copyright © james christian | Year Posted 2009
J ourney, journey as I travel
O ver hill and dale through
U untold many quiet deep waters
R emembering now hues
N oted on pages all lifes' stages
E very detail stored away for ages
Y earning to retrieve for my sage
Combination of Poulter's measure and
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
R eciprocating LOVE in a secret escapade
E nding all CAUTIOUS behavior
N eeding the amorous touch of your lover's hand
D angerously close to being detected heart to heart
E ven in a tormented embrace, do not depart
Z enith of two LOVERS
V ivaciously drinking in each other's presence at Valentine's day
O ptimal BRAND NEW LOVE affair, true secrets never tell
U nbelievable emotions alarmingly charming
S oliciting some strange sentiments and experiencing deja vu
Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015
Who am I?
W-eaned from tender
age,in noble family of ten.
H-urt by the demise of
the tube that brought
me into this theater of
struggles and pains.
O-rdered about by the
whimps of this
world,facing the hurdles
of life daily from
cradle,never giving up
A-fine young man of 28
I am,who has the
experience and wisdom
of the aged.
M-astering the arts of
life-learning from lessons
of life's victims and
didactic poems 'cos man
of fame I intend to be for
I bear the name Bob.
I-lost my poetic gift at a
stage but recovered it in
poetrysoup for invisible
entities say a
lesser being I shall be,but
another encourages me
to move on,for great is
one who comes out of
the shackles of life
undeterred for this is who
Name: Ifeanyi Bob
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
how every new roaming is ever true to adventurers?
Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2013
...Formidable treat he stress
At the early hour of this day.
No pain, no gain- All is still well.
Centenary dream is a luxury few can reach.
Yours truly, let your fate decide.
30th of April, 2013.
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013
Spend your hard-earned cash on fuel for takeoff.
Pray that the government does not find out until gone.
Allow your free time for checking weather, not golf.
Case the local food store for dry goods you can con.
Evaluate your water supply needs, no water in cosmos.
Secure a safe place for waste, body waste floats to easy.
Have welding knowledge, so your stored rocket is close.
Internet may bring suspicion making government queasy.
Plan to go up straight in the air, horizontal rockets scare.
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2009
You cried wolf, I answered in a rash impulse. You screamed out loud so I got
quiet and ran all about. I wanted you to stay, but you ran so far away. I felt like I
had been led astray.
You were my life, but you say things differently late at night. I called
you, but I can’t utter a single word! I gave you less than you deserved! I tried
working things out. Yet I didn’t realize you would find the real truth out.
I could walk away while you had the courage to stay. Even when we
seemed we were miles away. We we’re even closer than every break of day.
Then the devil’s came back with reinforcement to destroy us, but we had nothing
further to discuss. I watched our life turn to dust!
I love you so, but I can’t breathe in this undertow. Through it all I will
always cherish you. I cried for help because of the way I felt. Still you ran back to
them. I guess no matter how hard we all try we just can’t win.
True feelings aren’t supposed to die. I guess true love lies with your
friends, and real love only weighs thin. Falling for you is my only bleeding sin. I
was your only true friend!
Copyright © Ginger Anderson | Year Posted 2006
T he Moon at full has many names both fierce and comingly,
H ere now, harken to the Wolf Moon's call on land or writhing sea.
E nlightened hearts greet The Full Snow Moon of freezing February.
M arch bring on the Full Crow Moon, the thaw, the caws make us wary.
O n April's Full, The Pink Moon reigns, the blush of phlox arrives,
O bliging us May's Full Flower Moon brings tulips to fair skies.
N uptials in June's fair Strawberry Moon, bring lovers to new highs
I n hot July's the Thunder Moon seems to nag, scold, and chastise.
N ot be outdone, August has two, Full Sturgeon Moon and Blue Moon,
P reparing us for fall's Harvest Moon, where lovers often croon.
I n woods deep the deer hide from October's Hunter moon so bright.
S oon the ground will freeze traps set in November's Beaver Moon light.
C hristmas, time for Yule brings the Full Cold Moon to the longest days
E ach Full Moon shows a special path, each Moon lights a special way,
S oulfully, we respect the pull, the true gifts and the warnings.
*Tarot Card The Moon
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
Now who would of thought the thoughts that would truly get the mind lost in fragile thought?
So much on our known life,
about unknown death when we laugh at others but at ourselves we really cry,
in our very own hidden truth lies,
amongst our own poeple who we defy,
until we fight,
for wrongs for personal rights,
**** the darkness is what make us appreciate the light,
I dont talk the talk nor do I walk the walk because I walk my talk while I swagger and swerve im my talks through these walks,
Life can get so messy with death that its time for those of us here to grab the broom so God can mop,
I live life to the fullest with what little I have because I dont have a lot,
I live life shitty sometimes like almost everyone else like it or not,
Im not special Im so unique Im individual with word talent I know I got,
I know what I dont have so its important more knowledge among me is sought,
I can be wrong half the time but can still make it 100% right I was self-taught among a young soul that seems to be bought,
I got a bad limp but dont get me wrong I can still gallup through darkness while I jog lost in the early morning fog waiting to be patiently found in the midnight lounge where I trot,
Truly lost so easily in profound hard thoughts litterally running from the cops waiting to duck and dodge from open gunshots,
Bodies and shells drop where caskets are made among a dying crop,
I can still make a splatter where there was just but a tiny dot,
I used to have merely nothing now atleast I can truly say I have a safe spot,
I was found looking for truth in lies lost in thought....
Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012
< Pallets profusely pulsating
Over organic originals
Emotions enormously emerge
Through trident times
Relic rejoice recant
Yes yearn yourself
Solid structure's sanction
Open optional opinions
Understudy understand unity's
Poetry's passionate's pulse
Because beauty bestows
Over oversights objection
Widespread whispers wanted
Leaving lasting longevity
Poetic Picture Of Poetry Soup
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010
Video games control kids minds
In a lesser way than parents do
Definitely gives a channel for frustration
Extreme aggravation, or even humiliation
Or allows them to explore new world and improve reflexes
Games are just that, they're games
A parents job is to take control and if they don't agree with it
Make your kid play something else.
Especially when they're adolescents, they need
Structure. If parents don't provide it then we're all in trouble.
Copyright © Sharon Morken | Year Posted 2013
*Satan On Satin*
Sinister movements enhance
Advancements. Yoga pants,
Tight thighs, erotic prance.
Attraction at first glance.
Now, let me see you belly dance!
Opulent in your sexual fixations and you've
Nominated me because of my self confidence!
Sexy as hell and loves to dominate, that
Apple bottom makes me want to procreate.
Teasing, kissing my abdomen,
Increased flow rate!
Now, let me see your belly dance
Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2014
Being on the roll bring them a thought of eloquence,
Exempting the fact things in the giant tournaments,
Inside of which lies the origin of originality and dexterity;
Nexus, so true of either being alive or dead
Gentle souls, to be, should stay on the track.
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013
< Aerial excursion ride
Using buoyant enforcment to go way up high
To capture natures dance with an naked eye
Understanding winters brushstroke is so close by
Making it difficult to chose one that makes me sigh
Naughty or nice I'll just give thanks to Heavens Big Guy
Katherine Stella 9/2/2012
Entry For Francine Roberts
Autumn Acrostic Contest
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2012