Best Antennas Poems
the world craves
more artists
creative souls
sensitive antennas
conceptual skills
performing arts
artisans of beauty
painters
crafters
poets
musicians
dancers
the world craves
more expression
more love
more magic
your life is your gift
back to the universe
be the poem
that moves the world
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~IN THE GARDEN OF MY FANTASY~ 2023
Read on air by invitation ~ July 14, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on July 13, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND JULY 14 POETRY CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted on June 20, 2019
Spontaneous ladies,
embellished by eons,
illusive, enchanting,
with black velvet "eyes,"
and fringed yellow cloaks,
sparkling with diamonds
at midnight and dawn,
Oh, fly me away from
my grey-flooded days,
from the four-lane race
and the file drawer maze.
Fly me away from
the chain of the clock
and the sink of necessities.
Bring me in spirit
to magical rendezvous,
to dance by the glint
of the moon on the marsh,
hiding from fireflies,
nudging antennas.
While driving down a country road
One dark and lonely night
My engine began to spit and sputter
From a strange and mysterious light
I saw this little green spaceman
With antennas on his head
He was standing beside my window
And this is what he said
"Take me to your leader,
Or we will end your life"
So I did exactly what he said
And I took him to my wife
When I got home my wife was mad
And asked me where I've been
I told her about my crazy night
And about those little green men
She asked if I'd been drinking
And I don't drink a drop
About that time that spaceman yelled,
"Okay now, everybody stop"
Now my wife was really pissed
And said, "Who do you think you are?"
She grabbed him by his spaceman ear
And drug him from that car
Now, there she was in curlers
With that spaceman by his ear
I think he might have peed himself
As he stood there in all his fear
Now you may not believe my story
But I've got a souvenir
When they beamed that spaceman back to his ship
My wife held on to his ear
So if you ever see a UFO
Don't scream and run for your life
Just take him to your leader
And by leader I mean, my wife
(This is a fictional poem)
My wife is an alien and this morning she laid an egg.
She may be green but she has a great pair of legs.
She has two large antennas that are on her head.
She's smarter than Einstein but she's lousy in bed.
The egg will hatch next month and when it does, we'll have a little tyke.
It will be half human and half alien, I'm scared of what it will look like.
My wife is ugly and people usually scream after they've seen her.
We just got in a big fight over finances and she bit off my wiener.
We were deeply in love but now she's my foe.
If an alien proposes to you, you'd better say no.
American Bandstand, Aqua Velva Ads, Aretha Franklin, and, the Andy Griffith Show
Black lights, Bewitched, bean bag chairs, beads, Batman and the Beatles
Cleopatra, Corvairs, Corvettes, Chevelles, Captain Kangaroo, Civil Rights Movement
Dionne Warwick, Derek and the Dominoes, Dennis the Menace, and Dodge Dart.
Ed Sullivan’s Amateur Hour, Elvis Presley, the Edsel, and new expressions emerge.
Fiddler on the Roof , Flower Power painted vans, Free love, Fiber optic lights,
Giget, Green Acres, Glen Campbell, Gun Smoke, Go-Go Boots, “Go with the flow!”
Hello Dolly, Have Gun Will Travel,and the Hippie Movement begin...“Hang Ten”
Imperial (the car), I dream of Jeanie, and new phrases “In your face” crop up.
JFK youngest U.S. President, and Jackie Kennedy stylish First Lady,
Kennedy was assassinated and the nation mourned the loss of their young leader.
Lamborghini 350 GT, Lava Lamps, Lady and the Tramp, Lost in Space, Lassie
Mousekateers, mini-skirts, mobiles, macramé plant hangars, Mash, The Monkeys,
Nissan Skyline GT-R, Nash Metropolitan, and Nestles’ Nestle were signs of the times.
Ordinary people seek peace during the years of war and social change of the 60s.
Pillsbury Doughboy, Petticoat Junction,and Peter, Paul, and Mary, placate.
Queen for the Day TV show, bring a fantasy escape during radically changing times.
Rabbit ear antennas for TV shows: Route 66, and Rowan and Martin’s Laugh- In.
Sherri Lewis and Lamb Chop, Shake and Bake, and the sexual revolution start.
Twist to The Four Tops, The Flintstones,The Adam’s Family, The Twilight Zone.
“Up your nose with a rubber hose” and similar expressions are the times’ lingo.
Valley of the Dolls, Volkswagon Karmann Ghia, and Vanilla Fudge, gain popularity.
Wonderful World of Disney, Vietnam War, protests, and “Groovy” words crop up.
Xenoglossia emerges; “Make love, not war,” “Far out,” “Catch you on the flip-side.”
Yonderly Vietnam Veterans return home to social unrest without a hero’s honor.
Zanadu dances around in the minds of the partakers; religion is legal, not marijuana.
Copyright March 7, 2015
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Decades
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
(How Dare!)
Hate and jealousy have no dimensions
Calm I appeared for none to suspect
A nuclear bomb had blasted me apart
The adrenalin had evaporated
My eyes were like veiled magnesium balls
My nostrils were polluted with the air of jealousy
My heart inflated and deflated like a lost gas balloon
Realised I was a grainy sandy mountain of strength
Gathered my broken bones joined them
With the delusion of sweet gelatine
Settled my hairy antennas and stitched my ripped wits
Set my mental clock right to hear my ticking pulse
Turned back the pages to re-read the cause of this
Atomic disaster. Funny how complacency and
Underestimating every opponent as a friend
Had mutilated my whole being. My words
Uttered, my plans imbibed and carried away my
Yearned for prize froze my ulcered voice
Haunting silently, 'How dare!'.
HONOURABLE MENTION
Balveen Cheema
September 9, 2015
Contest: My Most Read Contest
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
Bringing out waves of electrifying glamour
fully captured by antennas of nature
giving matter a new meaning, science a new puzzle
and all phenomena, something to ponder
makes even your stains worthy of adoration.
Oh my lady!
so shining and robed
with the feminine light of the Shakespearean days
the women of fine ligaments, with jars of wine,
barbecue dances, chewers of berries
and admirers of calm and still waters
in the courtyards of medieval architectural dwelling places
you top them all,
even if you're from a different era
Provoked fires get injured and the sun shrinks to a cup size
when tears flow down your cheek.
All written articles both in the heavens and the earth
would be too insignificant
for a worthy honour of your elegance.
A faculty of goodwill
from your exhale,
it's finished product
many are dying to inhale.
Existing in the class of your own
with inscriptions of Angels
makes men go round the borders of the oceans
until they find all appropriate words
to sing the praises of your charm
and the psalms of your tenderness.
Bus 333
Thank you bus 333
For being there for me all day long,
You wake even before cock crows
And set yourself out all for my sake;
Your storage you fill to the beam,
Your powerhouse you fire to warm,
You sweep the aisle and mop the deck
You polish the seats and empty the bins,
Your fire extinguishers are all in place;
How much you care for me !
Danke, danke, danke.
6.10 is the meeting time,
Under the shed I see your light
Piercing the thick wintery cloud,
Your rollers daring the whitish heaps,
Your long antennas twisting left and right,
Unceaselessly wiping the chill ice ,
Who could have loved me more ?
Danke dir, mein lieber Bus.
No, you will not bypass me,
You will not even hurry me up,
But carefully you will lift me up,
Give me all necssary attention;
Your guten Morgen delights me,
It brightens me and gives me joy;
And when I finally settle down,
In my direction you will zoom
Watching front,watching back;
And when our do becomes done,
Deligently you will park and wait,
Auf Wiedersehen,auf Wiedersehen ;
What a great love is this ?
Lieber Bus 333,ich liebe dich,
Lieber Bus 333,ich danke dir.
Ade Kayode Adebayo
22/2/14
Summer spring bright colors, smells, flowers blooming welcome feast
Amongst these bees so irresistibly attracted to sugary nectar
A thought occurs to me, to see these little buzzing specters
What kind of journey , these perfect pollinators wander
Antennas smell and measuring flight, zipped away to honey
Bees bobbed among the blossoms, sip the rosy dew swoony
Blushing flowers shall rise upward towards the sky scents carried upon the lazy breeze
Pollen on their body, wings, and as they flit
Nestling inside blooms of fields, gardens, and budding trees
Fertilizing egg cells to make more seeds as they knit
Summer springs our new young queen bee that has been wooed
With winter reserve of honey and pollen she hibernates
As she emerges from her nest preened vibrating her flight muscles to generate heat
Her colony ready with food to rearing the rest of the brood
Worker bees huddled around her to protect and keep her warm
Like a golden yellow sea of brown bands wave their bodies to scare off rude predators
Visits of the bees help preserve and spread
Much of the existence to fields, gardens, and our natural forest
To detach the bees from the nature would mean
The demise of countless species of flowers and plants that we fail to appreciate
9/27/2016
Poetry Contest : Bees
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
antenna, waves, sky, breeze, nectar, and pollen
antennas up down
walks a very few distance
rests to get signal
Bees
September 2016
Bees live in colonies that contain one queen bee
There are 20,000 species of bees u see
They smell with their antennas and have the same agenda
To work 365 days and Scare away predictors with a hive wave
the worker bee and the male drone
Never leave Miss Queen Bee alone
In the sky he continues to fly
Till he finds her home in the breeze, Up high in the trees
Worker bees clean the hive, collecting pollen and nectar
They promise to never neglect her
THIRD WORST CLATTER OF ANTIMATTER
clatter of antimatter
alien dishes splatter
(the shape of spaceships)
his antennas* whir with rising
he considers going wireless
a dish flying at warp speed
like a zillion cyclonic bats
(female Vogon shriek encapsulated by rage)
the creaming of eggs
the earth took a beating
(local yokels evaporating)**
the pounding of this poem
pretty bad prose
destruction of the first and second worst verse
because everyone knows a Vogon
must clink and clank
on its dink and dank typewriter***
the third worst clatter of antimatter
mama Vogon whisks their deadpan bottoms
if you think your kids make noise
you’ve never heard a Vogon cry
D…o….n, well f…i…n…i…t,
Fingers smack on each key, pounding little hammers.
Zip..(return carriage)
How oh how did those earthlings type with these
Zip…(return carriage)
But this is rather priceless after earth’s fiasco
3/7/2017
Shadow Hamilton’s The Noise contest
*American television show depicted a martian with antennas
that would rise from his head “My Favorite Martian”
**Local yokels – an inhabitant of a particular locale
***Everyone knows that a Vogon doesn’t know the “meaning”
of the Universe (or words for that matter)
El Paso
Once upon a time nestled a little western town,
At the foothills of blue mountains picturesque.
The sun fell behind and twilight colors settled,
Delightful township twinkles patterning.
Horses neighed in their stables allowed;
Even chickens murmured in adobe back yards,
Where a serpentine river’s reflections curl
Into layered canyons bending.
Once upon a time.
Once upon a newer time one by one, I saw
Houses snuggling thick up the side of those blue mountains.
Antennas were strung and swung across flat roofs;
Ribbons of a growing city’s streets snaking through.
Where a serpentine river’s reflections curl
Into layered canyons bending.
And I looked to where the little town used to be,
Flooded with childhood memories of
Once upon a time.
Wind has wide mouth,
Mouth like river pouring out,
Clutching with an over-bite,
Whispering closed to our antennas.
Who possessed secrets? Enigma
Nothing is cloak-and-dagger.
We all have bad blood
And breathe air thick with gossip
Matters after closed doors
Escaped through holes in small traps;
Walls do tittle-tattle.
Poison the spaces and passed on;
Smother the likes of us with idle talk.
We are much more
Than monkeys, but we are plenty less.
Chances fled yielding conceit.
Feed the flame. Let it sear
Old England, like London Bridge
Burning down with our views.
Tear down. Break off the passage
And construct walls with the ashes.
Let’s die alone while listening
To the loud mouth of wind.
Right hand lost in whispers.
What wind is voiceless
If it stretches from the seas?
" The Honeybee and The Ant ... "
(From The Solomon Studies Series # 8)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29 / Job 35: 11)
Go To The Ant O' Lazy Ones
and To The Honeybee Busy - Under The Sun ...
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The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Are Hard Workers Who Get The Job Done
The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Live In Colonies, As A Family of One
The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Store & Stock A Surplus Food Sum
The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Increase Labor For Needed Income
The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Send Out Scouts - Vanguard & Beyond
The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Have Antennas That Locate & Summon
The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Obey Their Own Queen Mother's Tongue
The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Observe The Seasons & Time's March Drums
The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Have Warriors That Have Protected & Stung
The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Are Ready To Sacrifice For The Colony's Young
The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Have Crossed Our Paths & Ventured Among
The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Gather In Numbers - That Make Counting Numb
Tho' One Can Fly & One's Little Feet Run
Tho' One's Home Is Below Land & One's High Strung
One's In A Cozy Nest & One's In A Honeycomb
One - We Kiss Their Lip's Spit & One - Eats Our Crumbs
One Is Silent In Its Way & One Can Actually Hum
One Pollinates Pretty Flowers & One Joins Picnic's Fun
The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Live For Each Day & Prepare For What's To Come
The Honeybee and The Ant
GOD Made Them Small - But Their Instincts Carry A Ton
The HoneyBee and The Ant
Both In Methods & Ethics: Can Teach Us Some
For Even The Honeybees and The Ants
Copy Ways of The Creator & His Masterworker-Son
(Prov. 8: 30, 31)
O' GOD Bless The Honeybees and The Ants
Written & Copyrighted ©: 1/8/2014
by: MoonBee Canady