Best Extraterrestrial Poems
Confounding Paradox
Are there exoplanets evolving, terrains for the living?
Living forms upon rivers, microbes drifting in the air?
Do they breathe oxygen, a unique concoction of gen?
Primeval human questions borne out of conceit unveil apprehensive curiosity
Antiquated they must be encapsulated inside the boundaries of mortal frailty
Beings are ephemeral and aged galaxies yield their jewels in a fiery embrace
Breaking then merging with brilliant mystical islands in the vastness of space
Life propitiously ubiquitous weave throughout obscured mazes encompassing
The most confounding paradox is existence and to probing souls enlightening
Penned: 4:17 P.M.
10/27/2016
Aboard cruise liner:
Vision of the Seas
Argostoli, Greece
You may not believe this
but my last lover
was an extraterrestrial
which caused me great distress
the way she transformed me
her out of this world dress.
She brings winter with her overnight
pseudo-snow fell rocket high
a siren unlike all the other girls
a pleasing form to my human eyes
making love underneath force field
captivating planetarium starlit skies.
Kisses of rapture times warp speed
circling around the rings of Saturn
I will follow her to the end of the galaxy
my lips locked to hers, I love her
beam me up my darling and kiss me
my lovely and beautiful femalien...
Extraterrestrial Nourishment
It is what nourishes the hunger within a poet's mind
which satiates the restless heart with a precious find
Penned:
12/27/2021
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Standing on an open meadow, I had the celestial blues...
wanting to feel what was like to be somewhere else,
on a different planet where sunsets had luminous hues;
was there another universe more beautiful than ours?
Night came as silence became deeper, imagining of spotting a spaceship
landing where I was standing anticipating the invasion of funny-looking aliens...
the cone-shaped-head extraterrestrial as they began exiting without hurry or fret;
would they have resembled the sophisticated Egyptians with long skulls and faces?
How confident was I that they would have come as I had planned?
Perhaps using imagination as a mere fantasy would have helped me,
so roaming around with restless movements, I had to trust they would have landed
on the foggy, dark plain...it seemed a dreary scenery only seen in a fictional story.
Lots of folks have claimed to have seen them in their backyards, or in their home...
I wanted to believe that by feeling the same awe and unexpected surprise;
and would the cone-shaped-head extraterrestrial have harmed them?
They were as curious as we are, trying to reach us by traveling millions of miles.
In the middle of the meadow, there was an empty barn...I saw a steady gleam
flickering through the tall door as twelve pale yellow creatures appeared to me,
I was captivated by the awesome sighting....they walked gently and quietly;
they had pointy ears and skinny legs, red-flaring eyes to induce a terrifying scream.
They weren't cold-blooded, or conquerors...by their kind looks, they asserted trust,
and they carried no weapons of any kind: coming in peace was a friendly gesture;
the tall one said, " Don't be afraid...we are a peaceful race coming from Alcrut,
the furthest planet never discovered by humans...it has the brightest sunset ever! "
" Come with us, we'll show you its magnificence...it is gold-gilded as our shields,
as an orange rainbow stretches for miles overseeing our glorious cities,
and to assure you, we fight no neighbor, our main intention is peace. "
I shouted, " Say no more, it's time you whisked me away to admire your sunsets!"
I continplate, about the missing moments in a day ---
The small fractions of time that slips through the crevices of our lifes ---
Maybe they land upon some type of cosmic carpet? ---
Onlt to get sucked up by an extraterrestrial vacum.
Your touch is strange.
This kiss isn't right.
This love is not what I wanted,
and you was not what I need.
I never thought my feelings for you could be this strong.
All of this felt so wrong.
Here in this place is not where I belong,
But somehow I wanted more.
I've been deprived of so much in the past.
I know you'll never love me back.
Seems all that I do is dream of you.
and yet, always hear you call.
The cosmos are now our home.
We are slowly losing hope.
but what more could ever we do?
What more could ever we want?
This is all alien to us.
We suffered, cried, and died.
Only just a little inside.
I guess we'll stay here forever.
I bet we'll just suffer together.
Upon surrendering this self
hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing,
I noticed nothing amiss
(which temporary state of transcendent bliss
twice daily meditation strives to attain),
ah...before you dismiss
a non "FAKE" claim lemme juiced
apprise ye with a very brief hiss
tour re:, how this generally outlandish
(long gush fellow) doth wanna kiss
hippy, cheeky and buddy
UFO's (with chess
a mon bot of errant knightly -
je ne sais quois finesse,
Oh Henri Matisse -
yea artfully add a touch of Swiss
obviously predominantly
French laced politesse),
though up pawn occasion
this lousy manque non
rook key mutant doth miss
long disused subtle social cues, cuz I still
feel asper (in) a human aberration
always felt like an outcast in an alien nation
even though born on Mars,
(a distinct honorable station),
yet resided on third rock from the sun
what seems like forever damnation
yours truly experienced abolition
against supposed invaders from outer space,
and essentially targeted, kindled,
and bullied on par like an abomination,
no surprise while attempting
to escape being walled din,
and trumped "illegal" accusation
crackled, snapped, and popped with abjection,
your honor (forgot to mention
earlier got picked up mistaken as invitation
from outer space by a kid prized
as some sophisticated surveillance drone),
within a sketchy section
of town, and must avoid acquisition
by mad scientists (employed by NASA),
who will undoubtedly take immediate action
and disassemble me (carefully as if dismantling
Bono fide atomic bomb), hence activation
must be established pronto against administration,
sans powerful GMO firearm, emitting disinformation
(mine defense of last resort)
will definitely signal to nemesis
furthering my aggravation,
and Putin this webbed, whirled,
and wired woebegone wysiwyg at risk.
Years ago, I had a dream that was reoccurring time after time when I was young.
Deep in Outerspace I find myself floating in my bed along with the stars and no need of an Aqua-Lung.
My bed draped in white as were my robes, lying there amidst beings of light.
I felt at ease as they loomed around my in human form but with luminous dazzling brilliants that pierced the night.
Later on in my adult life, after reading Secrets of the Universe, I had an out of body experience and again, met these Beings of Light, then realizing there was much more than four dimensions.
This I believe had been preordained, just part of my journey, my training, an elevation to new vibrations, part of my ascension.
How exciting to be in the midst of extraordinary light beings who transverse many wonderful realms and various exquisite places.
Realizing and embracing with ancient times, relatives and roots, constantly reminding me that I am light without birth, coalesced in tremendous flesh and continue on only with God's graces.
Cuz existence among *****sapiens
extremely intolerable prospect
particularly sharing planet
with most violent species
courtesy hoodlums wielding
deadly firearms methodically gun down
men, women and children
ratcheting grim milestone
countless dead civilians linkedin
with hazards of war zone.
Upon surrendering this self
hypnotized faux yes ("FAKE") Earthing,
I noticed nothing amiss
(which temporary state of transcendent bliss
twice daily meditation strives to attain),
ah...before you dismiss
a non "FAKE" claim lemme juiced
apprise ye with a very brief hiss
tour re:, how this generally outlandish
(long gush fellow) doth wanna kiss
hippy, cheeky and buddy
UFO's (with chess
a mon bot of errant knightly -
je ne sais quois finesse,
Oh Henri Matisse -
yea artfully add a touch of Swiss
obviously predominantly
French laced politesse),
though up pawn occasion
this lousy manque non
rook key mutant doth miss
long disused subtle social cues, cuz I still
feel asper (in) a human aberration
always felt like an outcast in an alien nation
even though born on Mars,
(a distinct honorable station),
yet resided on third rock from the sun
what seems like forever damnation
yours truly experienced abolition
against supposed invaders from outer space,
and essentially targeted, kindled,
and bullied on par like an abomination,
no surprise while attempting
to escape imponderable,
and intolerable being walled din,
and trumped "illegal" accusation
crackled, snapped, and popped with abjection,
your honor (forgot to mention
earlier got picked up mistaken as invitation
from outer space by a kid prized
as some sophisticated surveillance drone),
within an etchy sketchy section
of town, and must avoid acquisition
by mad scientists (employed by NASA),
who will undoubtedly take immediate action
and disassemble me (carefully as if dismantling
Bono fide atomic bomb), hence activation
must be established pronto against administration,
sans powerful GMO firearm, emitting disinformation
(mine defense of last resort)
will definitely signal to nemesis
furthering my aggravation,
and Putin this webbed, whirled,
and wired woebegone
wysiwyg wordsmith at risk.
From their vast, blue sky
Comes a flash of chrome,
A circular ship looking to dock
In a safe harbour to call home
Looking for a new world
While I hover in and out,
Inhabited by intelligent life
Free of fear and doubt
I only observe these beings
Who become more strange,
Yet, their demeanor over time
Never really seems to change
Yet again, I have to stop
And turn back the way I came,
What was here for a million years
Has evolved to be the same
None here would welcome me
A little man with green skin,
How awfully they do treat
Their very own kith and kin
If I had set foot upon Earth
They would surely raise their fist,
Maybe it would just be best
If they didn't know that I exist.
No, I'm not kookoo or wacko, I'm totally rational
However, I freak out when it comes to supernational
Spook out when I see
Ghosties sipping tea
Having conversations with a bunch of cannibals
Don’t judges me as a hero or a villain.
I am in lost like a sheep too.
I’m looking for another me.
The day we live, and the world we seek
Let us to forget about the eternity.
Nightmares are whispering to me.
“Don’t sympathy with weak ones. Be selfish”
Holy Spirits are praying for you for the kindness.
The god’s trial is never avoidable.
He is fair and square or righteous,
And formidable than anyone else.
We must rely on his trial.
You know that I can’t seek all.
Yes, here is tough and unbelievable like you said.
Just like we are breathing in an extraterrestrial world.
The clouds take a little blue from the sky
beyond, how beautiful the weather makes life
seem. The sky is where the soul goes when
the mind runs out of destinations. We love
the mountains because that's where the earth
meets the sky. If you just watch the sky
an hour each day, lie back in the grass,
you'll never be ill. When it rains your face
becomes a holy bowl. Once I was a beggar, no
cares, by railroad tracks. They too disappeared
into the sky. A small town you could hold in your fist
on the prairie. A big city easy to hold in your mind
when you're in the sky. The clouds take a little blue
from the sky. The sky takes a little blue from your soul. . .
I cannot say that I communicated with a UFO
but I felt like I communed with one
I yelled for my husband to come see
He discounted it as some weird plane
And promptly returned inside to the TV set
It hovered, dipped, swooped
In precariously odd ways, nothing like a machine
I sat outside for a long time,
Feeling I had been selected
Wondering what might happen next
It had a glow about it, but not neon
Something else, something not of this earth
If I knew what four-d was, maybe I could equate it to that
All I really know is that it quickly grabbed my attention.
At first it was hovering, not moving at all
I thought this peculiar which is why I fetched my husband.
The second he spotted it, it began to move like a plane.
When he returned to the house it made swirls and loops.
This is about eleven thirty at night, no time for an air show.
I would have to guess this was thirty or forty years ago
I felt like it was playing in the sky for my benefit, to entice me.
Frankly, I still do.
there are seven ancient extraterrestrial time capsule sites
one is located on each of the world’s known continents
North America’s is located in Ancient Arrow, New Mexico
this penultimate discovery is a grand portal to knowledge
ancient chambers hold various artifacts of an alien culture
there are chamber paintings, cosmology, music and philosophy
four of these known time capsules include poetry
each of these discoveries adds credence to the alien’s belief
in the importance of the human soul