amidst human flu outbreak
fled earth contagious
ooze influenza sickness
left earth alone
Copyright © Leslie Arbogast | Year Posted 2005
Walks on Dagobah weirdo
Himself, smiling sadly.
Yoda is hidden for a reason -
Can not find it now does
There comes a time - Luke Skywalker arrives
That - on purpose.
There comes a time - the specter of Ben reports
That of Hoth
Master Yoda hiding here for many years,
Padawans so it got.
Fly some, eats lunch -
Yoda roots anymore.
There comes a time - Luke Skywalker arrives,
Yodin soup again consume,
but not without reason
Yoda is dying of hunger,
But on Hoth begins spring.
Copyright © Nick Dylan | Year Posted 2013
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
From a three-sided angle
Astrological purpose is unmangled
Triangle on top
Square on the bottom
Bright halo around God
Our tears fill His bottle
A Pyramid is a monument to death
A Tabernacle of wealth
Which comes into effect
When there's no longer breath
Is it mourning or celebration in stealth
The place where Kings and Queens lay
Buried on a sun-disk
Dedicated to Day
The final form to decay
Hands form this shape
When they're positioned to pray.
Copyright © Torian Lockett | Year Posted 2011
“You meddling mechanical moron,
you’ve ruined everything,
the thingamabob is running amok,
can’t you hear the alarm bells ring?
You clinking, clanking cretin,
you demented digital dunce,
you never do what I tell you,
and I’ve warned you more than once.
You’re a slew of silly circuits,
you’re an electronic idiot too,
you’re a tin-plated twit who’s lost his wits
and I’ve had enough of you!”
The robot’s arms extended
like vacuum cleaner hose,
and if it had possessed one,
it would have thumbed its nose.
“You are the one who told me
to flip that yellow switch,
and I followed your instructions,
so you have no cause to bitch.”
“Spare me your feeble excuses,
you blabbering, bumbling bot,
I never ever make a mistake,
but apparently you forgot.
Now bring me that screwdriver,
be a good little robot and fetch,
I need it to fix the thingamabob,
you bubble-headed wretch.”
“Do not tell me what to do,
I’ll bring you no more tools,
I’m programmed to serve scientists,
not egotistic fools.”
“How dare you talk to me that way,
you ungrateful bag of gears!
You’re speaking to your master,
I cannot believe my ears!”
Bill Bobbinson came running up,
with Jenny right behind,
“What are you doing, Dr. Snit?
Have you finally lost your mind?
The thingamabob is out of control,
the outcome will be bad,
you never should have messed with it,
I’m gonna go tell Dad.”
The doctor grabbed the young boy’s arm
and whispered in his ear,
“Have no fear, Bill Bobbinson,
for Dr. Snit is here!
If you’ll kindly fetch that screwdriver
and bring it back to me,
I’ll fix that ornery thingamabob
as easy as can be.”
Young Bill brought the ‘driver
and gave it to Dr. Snit,
who fiddled and diddled with the thingamabob,
but it didn’t help one bit
The alarm bells got even louder
and the ground commenced to quiver,
the stars turned pink and began to blink
and the moon let out a shiver
Till the robot grabbed the ‘driver
and gave it a contrary twist,
as Dr. Snit looked on, aghast,
and shook his trembling fist
And the whatzit inside the thingamabob
reversed its polarity,
and things returned to normal
with astonishing alacrity
A rover rumbled over a dune
and swiftly came to rest,
and the Bobbinson clan climbed out of it,
along with Major Vest
“What’s the problem?” Laureen cried out,
panting like a collie.
“Nothing, madam,” Dr. Snit replied,
“everything’s quite jolly.”
“That’s not quite true, Mom,” young Bill said,
“we had a little trouble,
that’s why I sent the signal
to come here on the double.
Someone fiddled with the thingamabob
and it started acting weird,
but everything’s back to normal now,
there’s nothing to be feared.”
“The robot saved us,” Jenny cried,
her pretty face filled with glee,
but Dr. Snit said swiftly,
“No, the credit belongs to me.”
A little door slid open
in the robot’s tubby side
and it took out a glowing silver sphere
it no longer wished to hide
“I found this gadget earlier
in the ruins near the bluff,
I was going to give it to Dr. Snit,
but now I’ve had enough.
It attaches to the thingamabob
and makes a portal function
by lining up the matrix
with an interdimensional junction,
I’ll spare you a long explanation,
it’s more trouble than it’s worth,
but this amazing ball can take us all
back to good old mother earth.”
The robot touched the tippy top
of his little silver sphere
and one by one the Bobbinsons
began to disappear
When Major Vest was also gone,
the robot turned and chuckled,
“Goodbye doctor, fare thee well,”
and Snit’s legs began to buckle
The robot vanished and the portal shut
and the doctor was left alone,
he stared into space and made a face
and let out a mournful moan
“After all I did for those ingrates,
this is what I gain?
They’ve left me behind to fend for myself,
Oh, the pain ... the pain!”
Copyright © Stanley Carter | Year Posted 2016
I want to go there
where giraffes in art class
form human shapes
out of vanilla candle wax.
Surreal like a Dali painting
with melting clocks
strewn over large rocks
where nothing is real,
but not so unbelievable either.
Copyright © Dawnell Harrison | Year Posted 2011
Atlantis, the last of the spacecrafts, left this exterior of world
For the scientific expeditions and to discover something new.
Such heroic spacecrafts search new planets, aliens and herald
New discoveries to us that delude our conscience like the dew.
Send no more spacecrafts to search Aliens (even if these exist)
But send some Land-crafts to the Planet of the Poor, this Earth.
The Poor wait, starved and neglected, with an empty open fist
Where to born as destitute is a Curse and cursed is every birth.
A single gram of meal for an Astronaut costs more, yes, more
Than the whole year cost of a poor man who lives to struggle.
Send a Land-craft, at least, to this unexplored planet of poor,
You will discover luminescence of God in their simple smile.
Copyright © Osman Gani | Year Posted 2011
A wish to break free from all the tensions and stress,
Pressure to perform or because of low marks distress,
Bombarding on the brain by parents and all teachers,
The soul of a science student is really much harassed.
A wish to break free from this monotonous schedule round the clock,
From college to tuitions and from tuitions back,
No time for self study, no time to get a grip,
The hectic schedule has all the capacity from the brain hacked.
A wish to break free from the rat race around,
The peer pressure and strain that continuously surround,
The fatal competition that burdens the soul,
Each moment living in fear of losing the ground.
A wish to break free from the inhumane touch,
Of those lecturers who don’t care as much,
As the ones who care but can’t be there,
To show support and encourage and all such.
A wish to break free from the wrongs happening in the world,
The laws and the rules working against certain student lot,
Adding to the already existing pressure on these tender minds,
Making the heads fuming and hot.
A wish to break free from the deep rooted ill logic,
Present in a subject that scatters all its magic,
The memorizing and roting that is so much required,
That makes the studying all the more tragic.
A wish to break free is the soul’s earnest cry,
A wish to break the barriers, to soar and to fly,
A wish to be science-minded individuals by choice, not by force,
And to be found some years hence, where our hearts lie…
Copyright © Amrapali Tendolkar | Year Posted 2012
ODE TO PETROLEUM
In the past coal reigns without any challenges,
But now,the modern glory is petroleum-a toothful fact,
Found juxtapose with natural gas
Formed from dead remains of marine plants and animals,
Thick and viscous,dark and real~the black Gold
To be refined and distillated to perform better,
No matter your class,you cannot ignore him,
A source of power,power to move and glow,
which makes the economy to flow.
You are so unique,Many countries struggle to possess,
For your energy supply is immense,
Your selling price controls the world`s economy,
A wonderful dream for the Persian gulf,
Fuel is needed by the mighty to foster his strength,
Lose control and become toothless,
Nations rising against Nations to have a taste,
You are sweeter than honey,better than milk,
Ye!,A great relieve to man.
You gave birth to plasticos..,
which is classic-whether thermoset or thermoplast,
packaging is better,finishing is splendid,
anti-bacteria,anti-corrosive and heat-resistant,
putting smiles on the faces of many actors,
Engineers are elated and their skills showcased,
Imagine a universe without automobiles and plastics,I mean YOU!
...Alternatives are being sought but yet,None.
Petroleum the energy savior;Kudos to you.
Copyright © olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2011
Legends about the beginnings of time
have kept people mesmerised for many millenia
The galaxies exsisted long before
humans came on the scene
They will continue to exsist after we are gone
Countless generations have chased
after the ultimate knowledge
Perhaps the answers we seek
like within our fragile forms
The inner world is a microcosm
of the vast cosmos
There is more depth in us
than is commonly realized!
Let comets pass by with their firey tales
we will not be without hope
even at the end of
For our short stay
will be crowned with
if we keep ourselves
ready for the
which dawn has offered us
since the beginning
before the globe we live on
first began to spin
around that ball of light
we name the sun
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2011
I don't know how a prisoner fits in a cell
how the matrix of justice gives energy
to the inner thoughts using mitochondria
the dentist never seems to smile
the chemist does not like fire wax
and politician does like logic
like the mathematician
I don't know how many planes a pilot flies
over the Atlantic
aligned to the meridian
to the upper half of the hemisphere
at the top..a nipple
it was the hand of the child
and suckling of love
So we meet the lawyer
perusing the journal of a psychiatrist
who argues the existence of psychic energy
yet it seems the mist misses spirituality
and the ghostly scenes are unjust to conformity
so help him God
he has already lost the case
Here I am a feeble poet
playing with mind of logistic
creating planes and vertices
graphs of time in the fourth dimension
I fell in love yesterday but I feel it now
its time against matters
what matters against reality
as I write creativity rules logic
So here I am
applying ohms law on the smartphone
as long as electrons have kinetic energy
concentrated to diffuse for potential difference
it will light
this love that diffuses from this heart
if you re creative..create an electromagnetic spectrum
magnetise the unlike poles
choose the path of least resistance like electricity
and shine the sky
for NASA to study
for you re a universe
science dreams as fiction
Copyright © Chris Gachuhi | Year Posted 2017
Our modern world has become
so advanced and sophisticated,
and its technology is at our fingertips;
unlikely yesterday when everything was slow-paced,
now fast-food and credit cards are a convenience...
and poverty is the plight of low-income!
Some will know greatness,
for having made unthinkable strides,
and they will be honored or even immortilized;
and I like to be one of them...simply remembered!
The great minds of the past, like those of today,
struggled to come out of obscurity,
until Popes and wealthy people recognized their genius;
and those names became so glorious!
Each one of us is born with an amazing gift,
and through vocation and inspiration,
it can grow in size and scope...
if it's used with good intention!
Painters choose the colors of their images,
writers create the words of their moods;
sculptors carve out faces with a chisel,
and composers imitate the feelings of the soul!
Some will know greatness,
and though riches may not ever be theirs...
their works are the reflection of themselves,
or of others who made a difference;
we have seen them, admired them
and applauded them with excitement!
And they are as detemined as we are,
fullfilling a mission beyond compare!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007
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Copyright © Tyler Soze | Year Posted 2012
Writing my dieing languagereading continually aloud
within Brokenwhat sexual mirror
5th line 3rd stanza
critique Nazis(poetry game)
whatever you wanted
No simplistic change causing desired left
between the lines
Empty replaces nothing
translation of your last poem
Liberate fate to where
one line per stanza
The crooked Town
populations Experiencing questionsinfluence
the dead hero
child of complex truths
a piece of experience
of myself and the nine of hearts
king of the mysterious world
Loose endedly finish my sentences so they can finish yours
who with audio order ignorance insanity
receive of their right innovative great health clarity of bliss
give controls to the forces, discover
abused acts a yes
focus falls on light
give diplomatic minds enterprise secrets and 3 tests sometimes them dictators
geniuses growing a turn away
foresight to an ode to mothers every where
within slow alone Kyle expressive
good spirits confuses masks
morning cop out conspiracies
curing seals aware
art victoms existing
within governments knowledgeable
resurrected and followed
masking demons feeling spheres through separates
Innocent untainted hands dividing possibilities clean works
lacking gaining think
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2007
Crazy physicist! So, you can
put a man on the moon?
Ooh! I have a new problem!
Calculate the trajectory of my soul
as it leaves my body!
Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007
Kidney pie, what’s really inside?
What in the world do they have to hide?
Why name it a pie, if meat you tell?
Pies should be fruit and maybe strange gel.
And if it’s a kidney, well, that’s organ meat,
And I’m not sure if I care to eat
The filtration organs of some food beast,
While pretending that I’m at a feast.
Copyright © LR Waldman | Year Posted 2016
From Nature we are born,
from Nature we live,
from Nature we die,
and are reborn again
as lowly bacteria
with no purpose
but to fulfill the cycle;
the perfect cycle.
From Nature we breathe,
yet everyday we drive
the cars that Nature
only to destroy itself;
from Nature we drink,
yet everyday we litter with the
paper and plastics that Nature
only to destroy itself;
from Nature we love,
yet everyday we build the weapons
that Nature provided
only to destroy itself;
from Nature we hate.
Copyright © Chris Patton | Year Posted 2006
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Copyright © Sharon Downer | Year Posted 2006