The hills their belly bleeding brim the flood
Of the Black River with red bauxite mud
And from the crowded bickering bridge I
Faced a silt churning denundated sea
And familiar rouged face of evening sky
That in boyhood dear as father to me
Kept father's memory and how he sprang
Poetry from this very bridge, shackled me
To sense of feelings while the waters bang
In turmoil, where river meets salt of sea.
Black River, bay lonely as evening sky
Desolate of ships and rich logwood dye
Slave and sugar separated by time
And still in hope a place bare and sublime
Categories:
bauxite, places, river,
Form: Sonnet
Silence of space
broken by a ships' roar
across the expanse
to dock at the stations' shore
while the unidentified flying
hover nearby in their quiet craft
objecting, "They can not come here!"
Not to our corner of Milky ... no!
no earthlings must stray
for they come only to prey!
We must keep the universe pristine
and these humans never trust
with their predaceous lust
for our bauxite, uranite,
calcite, pyrite ... right! right!
"Not in my back yard!" cried
the saucer-eyed leader.
Let them stay on their blue sphere!
Get this ark in gear ...
its time once again
to let them know we're here
in the neighborhood!
Categories:
bauxite, fantasy, funny, space, universe,
Form: Free verse