Best Mons Poems

Albedo feature
An edifice of great height
Is Olympus Mons




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Abandoned Yellow Star,
Existential apostle.
Solar flares haunt outworlds, "I'm It, you're not."

Mercury, Mary's star loved from afar.
Hot but not the hottest star.
A tiny lifeless star.

Venus will...

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Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages...

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Three cousins played a “game’ of war
A map of Europe spread across the floor
No adults there to keep the score
As each of them wanted more...

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			Naked death


…the barred and sealed cattle wagons
							disgorge
at the Konzentrazionslager
						            the faux pas relief
 ...

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Saving credits for a trip to the stars,
A cave at Alba Mons volcano:
Ancient secrets, flowing bars;
Greenish women, so Bueno;
Artifacts, old, Martian,
Calling me to hug.
Beetle auction.
Red...

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Like Orpheus and Eurydice we dwell in realms apart
Without a Charon to help us cross the great divide
But my love for you sings to the...

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In the catacombs of Ares there's
an ancient liar of Dragons on the
dark side of Mars, savage and
giant creatures with enormous
and powerful wings and with the
beating...

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On Mars In Mars

Volcano hollowed sound, echoes in Olympus Mons
Thin atmosphere cratered in ancient crevasses
Storms last three hundred years or more
Etch ancient lines red iron...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Thirteen

Oh! Woe! Woe! On pubic islet the dirty deed’s done
Bloodied needle leaves stain the Zen-rock cobbled garden
The derelict...

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For those of a military cast of mind
There are many poems they can find
Which do embellish battlefield glory
In the telling of their story.

But for me...

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I am ...

I am the black shine of a dead stare
      I am the reticent pallor of the moon's caste
...

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We make our way through the debris
To the second floor of the military shelter…
Slowly and cautiously,
For Death here lies-
But only half-asleep.
The torrid wind wrings the...

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Through the cobblestone roads they walk 
with feet so light and hearts so bright 
along the path where passion sizzles love
it is a prelude to...

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The union-management talks reach stalemates in their sessions.
Our representatives are attempting to gain concessions.
If we do not obtain better working conditions and a pay hike,
we...

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