Best Jules Verne Poems

The city of Prague
In a different world
Its centre ripped
The whole world heard
 
Its now separated by
Canyons so deep
The day it happened
To hear a country weep
 
Beautiful buildings
Fell away
Architectural delights
Toppled on sway
 
But the city recovered
No bridges to be seen
Ingenious in genius
Sky Gondola's reign
 
To cross...

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So I’m building a spaceship, 
But where should I start?
When the spaceship I’m building 
Is made out of art

Books for the seats
And paintings for the walls
Cause this type of spaceship 
Goes nowhere at all

I do not want it to
Why should it go?
To travel to space,
Where...

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'Our Mother'

Our Mother - a sophisticated lady
Always destined for the top
You'd never see her walk on by
A top designer shop

So impeccably presented;
Amazing handbag, clothes and shoe 
Even perfume richly scented 
Numbered bottle gives the clue
Never more elegant a lady 
Than the stylish Mrs Mannell
Surely can't...

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We're on a journey of exploration, a long-deferred vacation
   There's room for you too … Come with us, and your essence renew 

We've been so busy surviving, striving, never quite thriving
   It's time to live life large, hire a sea-worthy vessel,...

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To Jules Verne


A man feeling drowse at the top of the mountain, fell asleep.

He dreamed dreams
  emanating from floods of seas.
 In remote droughts,
 he gave his fruit of smoke
on a simple altar.

Curd quartz opened
 solidifying thousands of stamens,
they glowed
like the warm reflection of...

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For many an historical generation,
you scintillated man’s imagination.
The subject of numerous films and books,
your presence was worth some astronomers’ looks.
From writers such as H.G. Wells and Jules Verne,
the fire of man’s curiosity would burn.
With mankind’s ingenuity and labor,
could we travel to this planetary neighbor?
If we...

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You have the hysterical look of mutes
that roar through narrow straws.
I see in your yellow eyes – a Jules Verne winking moon.
Soon that ribbed pink cave will release
another flock of demented coots
hacked from the craw of an ancient macaw.

Soon the whip of your vocal squawks
will...

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There is nothing at all that appears on the norm.
Our surroundings are strange after the wake of the storm.
The ship was ripped apart like tin foil.
On this surface, we are slipping as if covered with oil.
We pause on the edge of a deep abyss.
Draped and...

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Dragonflies impossibly maneuver,
defying aerodynamics.
Obviously, there is something wrong with our 
calculations, 
even bumble bees behave like U.F.O’s.
Da Vinci, sketched flying machines
everything is feasible on paper
and we know paper planes can also fly.

A child can imagine a flying peddle bike,
because they can easily ignore
the settled science...

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Creative cerebral craftiness coaxes...

Childhood campy chimera curtain call
subsequently hinting (based on accuweather)
the approach of blizzard squall
so burrow under quilted cover y'all
until warm temperatures arrive when springtime
ushers social media platforms 
buzzfeeding earthlinked instant karma 
jump/kickstarting linkedin outlook 
twittering romance in the air that's zall
mother nature holds...

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Excited steampunk creators
Designing in dastardly studios and attics
Working with fascinating gears and copper levers
A whole new world envisioned in a collective remembrance
Jules Verne watches from his heavenly seat and smiles
Admiring his octopus box from 1869....

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SYRACUSE DEPARTURE

Twelve degrees at seven AM
and the weather a sharp bitter
force off Lake Ontario
The daybreak is luminescent
gray, the bright star rising, the
cloud cover glowing like the
opalescent door to the mysterious
power source of some
Jules Verne wonder
Passengers board
Instructions are given
Men and machines withdraw like
medics now useless to...

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Colonoscopy


Colonoscopy,
strikes dread. It’s not too bad - when
Colon trouble free.

Jules Verne-like travel,
up your ****, spelunking through
strange, pink-ridged caverns.

Hunting for the snark,
or boojum, or polyp, who
feasts, darkly, in there.

Snipety-snap - jaws,
polyp-snatch; dragging from view,
miscreant tissue.

Pathology dock -
destined. Tried in the morning,
suspected malign.

Tried.. judged innocent.
Callooh! callay! It...

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A Place Not Meant To Be
           
PART: I            (810 of 1487 words)

#1: A Day Begins
Sand grains station elevated for want
in the cool starless relics...

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#3:  Tis Twilight Time

Goal hour is here ... the spirit joins the soul,
ephemeral or twilight ... or two worlds,
dreams; exchange facts for fiction ... a black hole,
furtherance, lying on a bed of pearls.
The Ancient Mariner, sailed all seven,
--but know that all of creation matters,
Jules...

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