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Can love then, be based
on an index of elements
from which one joyfully tumbles,
or drifts into equations, as we wander
toward a rush of serendipity ...
a metaphysical merging of ardor
writhing in a shared communion
like tuneful whispers in breaths of helium,
unabbreviated oxygen rhapsodies
from unbidden laughter,
invigorating the warmth of co-owned stars
on heaven’s destined oracle?
Love transcends chemical derivatives
of fractals or measurement,
between our atoms, relaxed
in the shuffle of emotional electrons
as we quiver weightless...
the heart’s embrace suspended together
in the affectionate cosmos
of a deep kiss.
“How on earth can you explain in terms
of chemistry and physics so important
a ...phenomenon as first love? “-- Albert Einstein
Anthony Slausen’s Periodic Table Of Elements
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
ALIEN -NOT- HUMAN
Alien life form--- ---Far from human toucH
Living among it self--- ---In the heavens like a gurU
Intelligence kept from civilization--- ---Scientist call it a phantoM
Earth remains alone--- ---Like a secret ninjA
NASA's top secret--- ---You are not humanN
BY: . BY:
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013
There, among the Ruby Spires,
Stood I, a-gazing toward the mist,
Red winds cut skin, heaven-kissed,
Far too cold for Hades' fires ...
Worlds and eons 'hind me, then,
The joys of youth were swallowed, thus,
By wormholes, ranged and turned to dust,
All, the sake of gloried men.
Such an odyssey, we crossed
Three galaxies and matter, dark,
To find this rare and conscious spark
Of Life, (yet life is what it cost).
Tho' I, their peerless proxy, was,
I felt no debt to human kind,
And thru that conflict there, did bind,
A pact of ancient alien cause.
My own, a naught-but-violent race,
Had found these beings far from home,
And sought to then rewrite their tome,
With our corrupt and vain disgrace.
Yet 'fore we could our ruin, spread,
This planet's unseen chaperones,
Wreaked mortal plague on us alone,
'Til naught but I was cold and dead.
Then, those sentient souls and I,
Did journey up from mountain's base,
Until we met that jagged face,
With ruby columns to the sky ...
To every side but one, we saw,
For endless breadth, the crimson sphere,
Vermilion glows, both far and near,
That wondrous planet's crystal maw.
The sparkling slopes of gemstone red,
That slanted down and out of sight,
Were being swallowed by the night,
And yet, no trail had shown ahead.
Far too late to turn around,
We gave our final fate its due,
That stunning red, exquisite view,
That few blessed eyes had ever found.
Astounding visions we beheld,
That far exceeded all we knew,
That held us, transfixed, to that view,
With yearning that could not be quelled.
The colors challenged conscious thought,
With light at angles inconceived,
An iridescence not believed,
Were we not witness, on that spot.
The misty opalescent glow,
Refracting hues beyond compare,
Prismatic sparkles here-and-there,
That danced with flakes of scarlet snow.
Rainbow shafts of glistening light,
Swirling phosphorescent sprays,
Shimmering hues in broad displays,
That flashed, then faded out of sight.
Palette shades we'd never known,
Reflected beams from crystal shards,
The wondrous muse of godly bards,
Presented there for us alone.
A vista words can ne'er construe,
Such beauty, language can't appease,
That brought us, weeping, to our knees,
And left us shaken, thru-and-thru.
The breathless joy that view inspired,
Was known to only us who'd trade
Our lives to see that covenant made
There ... among the Ruby Spires.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Ancient Aliens" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Mountains" Poetry Contest, Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Fable" Poetry Contest, Nayda Ivette Negron, Sponsor.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "OK Toss Another One In" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "I Cannot Believe I Wrote That" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017
I was inattentive in Science class one day
When the teacher at random looked my way
I didn't look up, I wouldn't dare
There's no escaping that intense glare.
Asked me to explain to the class
Newton's Law of Gravity and mass
My mind was a blank, heartbeats louder
For an answer I started to flounder.
I stood before the class trembling with fear
"Gravity" I said...and then oh dear!!!
I fell off the stage on to the floor
How the class with laughter did roar.
The children tittered in great amusement
They didn't know my sad predicament
The teacher said, "You've demonstrated gravity"
"Although you did it with much levity".
At length I returned to my seat
With many applause did they greet
Now I look back upon this and ponder
I decide to listen and not let my mind wander.
Copyright © Nandita Das | Year Posted 2015
I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend
I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies
through speaking my thoughts into existence
I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen
I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry
I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards
I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels
I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent of it
I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
Bestowed with femininity,
wisdom, elegance, and grace,
daughter of the human race.
X chromosome integrity
ordains attributes endowed,
according by propensity,
a nature kind and proud.
Beauty and vitality
anoint her noble gender,
magnum opus artistry
imparts celestial splendor.
Her marvelous complexity
gives complementary disposition
to valiant masculinity
for a perfect coalition.
yields licentious pleasure due
the wanton sensuality
of erotic pas de deux.
woman becomes by thy behest,
sacred vessel of posterity,
with honor ever blessed.
Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2010
Your theory makes quite the impression
But I have this nagging obsession
A huge mass of matter
Explodes in a scatter
This is a layman's 'dumb' question
From whence came this gigantic ball?
Just how did the whole thing befall?
What was there before that?
And before even that?
And so on and so forth, et.al
Blank space, only vacuum you say?
Endless void? Flat nothing? Okay
Is nothing just nothing,
Or ain't nothing something
And what made the nothing I pray?
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2009
A whole new twist to the same old story
Evil scientist in their laboratories
Creating monsters that live in the night
I often reflect on mankind's plight
As mankind drifts further from his soul
We seek things to fill the hole
The path of lies forever bends
Truth is straight and narrow my friends
As I see it getting bent in every way
I simply find myself compelled to pray
What will become of our sons and daughters
Will their souls be led to slaughter
As scientist seek out another way
To disprove what the bible has to say
Trillions spent in search of a ghost
Another theory of true reproach
Rainbow stars now fill the skies
I wonder what is hidden inside their lies
We can now place a robot up on Mars
But can't help the drunk at the local bar
Trillions more spent on a new space station
But we can't feed the hungry right here in our nation
Seems to me before we go further conquering space
We should maybe try to help out the human race
Our quest for knowledge has drove us insane
We are now so smart we don't use our brain
Our nation was founded "In God We Trust"
Our government says "Let it be covered in dust"
Even this lowly creature up out of the pen
Knows in his heart that thats a sin
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2007
POTW 28 January 2018
A beautiful extra-terrestrial female researcher is sent down to a remote island to observe earth and beam her findings back to her planet. She’s strictly forbidden to make any human contact. She detests everything about earth.
A research scientist, in a small boat fitted out with equipment is dispatched to investigate monitored, unusual signal activity emanating from this island.
Alas, a storm causes his boat to be shattered on rocks with loss of all equipment. His life is ebbing away as he is washed ashore.
And so the saga begins…
In a palette of shimmering shades I dreamed
Of moons circling moons within a celestial frame
And scintillating stars that flickered through the day
As melodious echoes sweetly called my name
My thoughts of home are just nostalgic images that tarry
Oh Earthling how I detest your Earth and its sustenance
Through parted shrubs with bated breath your progress I observe
To beings of my planet so dissimilar your semblance
Undertaking this mission I realized a challenge it would be
In truth your species to my world kindles an obsessive passion
To secretly observe - make no association – my strict instruction
Till finding you fading fast evoked these feelings of compassion
Our paths were linked when I discovered you washed ashore
Have you not wondered how you survived your sunken craft?
Sensations of when our lips first touched cavort through my mind
Breathing my life into you else it slipped forever aft
Your countenance paler than before - will you arise today?
Oh beating heart - my bond to you grows stronger by the days
Natheless your harsh world would to me be a misplaced acceptance
Despite my ‘ought’ to transmit a recall cue forestalls and strays
Strange visions overwhelmed me in deepest slumber
Could this be heaven? Yet all is familiar, I've seen this before
Blue sky o'er head, chimerical cumulus clouds without number
Sandy beach below, the sound of gentle waves crashing, crashing
My head, my head! Was I but for a moment dead?
Throbbing, aching as though caught in some cosmic vise
Real or unreal? Fantasy or truth? What ethereal dreams bled
Into my brain in my hour of demise? And yet...
Eyes of lemon-jade staring into my own. Translucent skin of topaz blue
Against my battered and naked torso, tenderly caressing me, stroking my hair
A face, a face not like my own, her teardrops as the morning dew
Yet the vision keeps phasing, like daylight into dusk and then back again
Soft lips of hyacinth pressing gently against my own,
The sweet taste of honey as a healing zephyr fills my lungs
In and out - in and out - flesh of my flesh bone of my bone
O saviour, soul mate from the stars, from whence have thou come...
Wait! A stirring in amongst the trees - footfall sounds I can't dismiss
Am I being watched? - Who's there? I rise to my feet, unsteadily
And turn to face my benefactor - Or is he/she/it my nemesis?
Am I standing in a holy place, or my own private purgatory?
Head spinning, body feeling heavy – a sudden need to rest, to sleep
Darkness encroaches like malevolent shadows greedy to overtake
Crescent moon appears in southern sky - my soul to keep, my soul to keep
As dim fades to black a face suddenly hovers, a tender kiss upon my cheek
My Celestial Angel returns …
We hope you enjoyed this episode.
The story continues in 'Visitor Part 2'…
Many thanks to you July Morning. It was a great pleasure putting this arrangement together with a talented poet such as yourself. It’s strange how quite by coincidence we were thinking along the same theme and how our thoughts came together so easily to produce this story. I shouldn’t be amazed at the speed with which you scripted your verses. I’m looking forward to working with you on the next episode. Maria
POTW 28 January 2018
A Maria Williams and July Morning collaboration
22nd January 2018
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018
Hydrogen to Helium
A fusion formed by gravity
A carbon-based delirium
Molecularly infinite energy
An ancient discipline known as alchemy
We’re consciousness - the explosion - amorous
We dream of gold from lead and mercury
Fueled reaction in copper with phosphorus
A universal age of prosperity
Bismuth bath. Deficient of iron and zinc
Astronautic laugh – last shine of hope
Nuclear decay –enlightened way – elemental - instinct
Scientific – logical clay – gaseous isotope.
The fluoride, we drink?
Humanity on the pivotal brink
The edge, a precipice.
Lanthanides and actinides
Metals and mysteries.
Shrink down to atomic scale
Our intellect – an accelerated history
A holographic projection
A gravitational trajectory
Precious pavonine pearl
Our planet, our world.
A place all our elements may inhabit
Terrestrially unique. Diverse and intelligent
The push of inertia
The pull of gravity
The spin of an atom
The spin of our galaxy.
(written for the periodic table of elements poetry contest) 12-12-14
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
Earth playing in space.
Rolling over and over.
Sunrise, sunset, spin!
Copyright © Marty Owens | Year Posted 2010
Kirk: ‘Lt. Uhura, come to my quarters at 1800 hours’
Uhura: ‘Yes captain, might I ask what’s up?’
Kirk: ‘Nothing now but something WILL be at 1800 hours’
Bones: ‘Jim, is this a medical issue?’
Kirk: ‘You bet your ***** it is, Bones’
Sulu: ‘Captain, a Klingon ship is approaching’
Kirk: ‘Blast that sucker to smithereens, I got a date’
Chekov: ‘Captain, you’ll need protection on this mission’
Kirk: No problem Ensign, got a few here in my wallet’
Obi-Wan Kenobi: ‘May the force be with you’
Kirk:’ Thanks Obi, but you’re in the wrong contest’
Obi-Wan Kenobi: ‘This isn’t PD’s contest?’
Kirk: ‘HELL no, now SKAT will probably disqualify us’
Obi-Wan Kenobi: ‘Well, may the force be with you anyway’
Kirk: ‘Look Kenobi, nobody’s forcing ANYBODY here’
Spock: ‘Captain, I’m receiving a message from SKATfleet Command’
Kirk: ‘What Mr. Spock? And why do you always talk like that?’
Spock: ‘To qualify for the contest, the writer has to command the ship’
Kirk: ‘Damn it all! What the…FRONT AND CENTER WRITER!’
Writer: ‘Um…All hands on deck?...Anchors away?’
Uhura: ‘Ohh Captain KIRRK, it’s 1800 hours’…
Kirk: ‘Not now Uhura, I’m not in the mood!’
Uhura: Ohh Captain WRITERRR, it’s 1800 hours’…
Writer: ‘Kirk, you have the helm. I’ll be in my quarters’
Kirk: ‘Shut-up Spock’…
Theme: Sexual harassment in the workplace
For SKAT’s contest
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013
As I seize from greener pasture
Forgive me for taking away nature
lives have always been in vain
stopping them from breathing with pain
I toil never to hold my gun
with tears full of fun
The sleepless night became difficult
Because hunting was my cult
I regret taking away this joy of hunting
But not jolliness of killing
remembering the beautiful butterfly
and the choral singing of birds pass by
I never forget about the forest
even when I went to rest.
Copyright © Amin Tres | Year Posted 2008
Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,
Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.
Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.
Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2010
Professor Hapgood’s studies on ancient maps were fixed
Einstein said his theories should be added to history’s mix
Perhaps it proved too big a leap for other minds to take
But his ancient culture findings, Hapgood would not forsake
6000 BC, before Egypt’s pyramids were built
Millennia before Pompeii’s lava had been spilled
Or small fishing boats hugged the Mediterranean Coast
And Columbus’s “daring” voyage was not even close
Ancient seafarers drew with astounding accuracy
Maps of the world they once knew, the fishermen’s legacy
Antarctica sans ice and closer to the equator
The Mid-Atlantic Ridge once an above-sea sky scraper
Siberia touching Alaska with no Bering Strait
(Palin could have seen Russia without snow from her back gate)
Cuba, England, Sweden, too, on these maps appear clearly
But Sweden’s fully glacial; England’s blanket an ice sheet
If we believe Hapgood, a civilization once thrived
Thousands of years before language; maps keep memories alive
Technology to chart the seas was lost in ancient times
With latitude and longitude measurements quite refined
Sea kings’ cities may have succumbed during the last Ice Age
Surviving nations lost their skill when history turned a page
Geography to be found again when the Earth had healed
“Discoverers” reinvented the forgotten ship’s wheel
Magellan, perhaps not the first to sail around the globe
Admiral Byrd not the first man to visit the South Pole
Spirits from a colony of seafarers can be found
From deep beneath Antarctic ice, they try to spread the word
But laugh they must as scientists forecast global warming
And man attempts to alter life and heed their dire warning
Shifting poles? Natural cycles! Men would be well advised
To study the maps Hapgood found and open their closed minds
To learn more about Professor Charles Hapgood’s map studies and the comments made by
Albert Einstein, you can visit http://www.crystalinks.com/crustal.html.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2009
When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets.
When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets.
When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.
Copyright © Tyler Knapp | Year Posted 2012
When the night wind changes course
sending breezes from the north,
when farmer's fields lie brown and fallow
and empty ropes swing from the gallows,
when children's faces are drawn and gaunt
and earth-bound spirits wail and haunt,
when eagles scan the barren snow
and field mice shiver deep below,
The dragon stirs deep in his lair,
the townfolk sense him with despair,
the mountain rumbles as he wakes,
he spreads his wings, the valley quakes.
He snorts and breathes a sulphur fire
and eyes his cache with dark desire,
gold and gemstones line his cave,
a sea of diamonds with emerald waves.
The trees are black against the snow,
one warrior stands to face his foe,
chain mail clanking, his sword is honed,
he goes to face his fate alone.
Fire breathing, wing-spread vast,
the warrior is at first aghast,
the dragon's chest and stomach, too,
shine with gems of multi-hues.
He'd slept so long upon his loot,
he wore a jewel-encrusted suit.
He saw the warrior's weapon glint
and chuckled at this innocent.
The dragon swooped and breathed his breath,
the warrior smelled the scent of death.
Many times the dragon dove
and set aflame the fields and groves.
Lost in this game, he gave no thought
to the warrior who mattered naught,
and as the dragon flew by low
the warrior drew his mighty bow.
The bow and arrows were Elfen-hewn,
inscribed with words in ancient runes.
The warrior held his breath and aimed
and steeled himself against the flames.
The dragon saw the arrow cocked
and turned his head, their eyes were locked.
The arrow's flight was straight and true,
into the dragon's eye it flew.
The warrior was elected king,
he wore fine jewels and heavy rings,
but though he tried, he found no peace,
he'd formed some strange bond with the beast.
The corpse was plucked clean of its jewels
and all the people danced like fools,
though he was king of hill and glen,
they never saw him smile again.
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2008
The Story so far…
Makani (The Rising Wind), a beautiful extra-terrestrial researcher is sent to a remote island to observe earth. She finds Sam, a shipwrecked earthling near death owing to drowning. Sam (Ka ‘Lo - ‘A Mighty Eagle’), was despatched to identify the location and investigate unusual signal activity monitored to be emanating from a remote group of island atolls.
Makani breaches her Mother Planet’s charter which is for observation only and specifically forbids contact. She and Sam inevitably fall in love - a wonderful new experience to her for which she has to bear the consequences…
Makani (The Rising Wind)
Surrealistic sensations immortalize as our lips seek and lock
Interchange of strange, new emotions flow as our tongues entwine
On my fevered skin your caressing fingers script my Rhapsody in Blue
A thrilling euphoric state of bliss unfamiliar to this body ‘o mine
Yet to construe your oeuvre - I am Makani, the Venus of your every verse
I ~ the dew that cumulates dusk to dawn on my awakening rose
I ~ the aromatic rapture floating me through your every page
I ~ the ink that elicits from your quill that no entity dare oppose
Transported through time and space, orbiting in an interstellar kiss-
Though this rapturous music flutes a mellifluous purr
A discordant humming infiltrates these harmonious chords
Do you hear?
Hark at the sky - Oh earthling, hear that humming sound
A shuttle sent from the mothership with my Commander - He is here
My people are benign - worry not, you have naught to fear
Observe how he leaps off the hovering craft before it has grounded
His expression reflects disappointment - and with me, frustration
Fear not my love, for it is for me and me alone that he has come
I have disregarded a sacred command, in his pained eyes - a violation
My law and duty bids me that violence is forbidden
Our planet has for centuries lived in a harmonious system
So why has he taken my arm in this forceful grip?
O omnipresent Ancestral Immortals hear my plea, I need your wisdom
Speak, O wise ones, for your words I will heed
On earthly ears your voices are choral music in an evanescent breeze
Ancestral Guardian Spirits
“Makani, it is your obligation, you must return
Struggle not and bid your farewell, suppress this unnatural desire”
Makani (The Rising Wind)
O omniscient ones though I am heavy with grief
I call my sensations to order - I will comply
As for you my worthy comrade, this violence toward me is anathema
I must say my farewell - I will be brief
Lest I return pain for pain and orders defy
Ancestral Guardian Spirits
"Makani, struggle not - you must acquiesce to his command
Dry your tears - Though we understand not your obsession with this alien
We deny your pain not - motion your sentiment to him from afar -
Alas, your struggle has created such woe!
Your commander has fallen, his breath of life has become
Contiguous with this planet's wind song - it is forbidden
It is forbidden... it will be viewed as a violation
We fear - My dear - We fear
Heed our words - depart now you must
To your Mother Planet you are now unable to return
Set forth now in your craft, be patient,
We will instruct you on the course you will need to set”
Sam (Ka ‘Lo –‘A Mighty Eagle’)
I am human, a man of flesh and blood, nothing more
Yet I have beheld things which no man should behold
I was near death, washed upon some ethereal shore
From whence I have arisen; my mates presumably dead
Why was I chosen to suffer this bliss and torment?
Why did I not perish along with the others?
This creature before me appears to be heaven sent
Her touch, her touch, like nothing I have experienced
Or is she a demon sent to carry me away to some lonely void
Bereft of all humanity and corporeal comforts?
And yet, these past few days I have thoroughly enjoyed
Her sweet society, her comfort, her tender kiss
Her tears upon my tongue are salty like my own
The blood which runs upon the rock red, like mine
I see the sorrow in her eyes for what's been sown-
The death of her comrade troubles her so
She softly takes my hand and leads me to her ship,
Imploring me to come, to take me... somewhere,
Far from here on some fantastical journey, a trip
Into the great unknown, into the blackness of space.
She places my hand over her heart and hers upon mine
Images and thoughts merge into a coherent pattern
I understand - she cannot go home, we must search for
A world to call our own, an Eden from which to start anew...
Makani (The Rising Wind)
Sam, my earthly love - I name you Ka ‘Lo - A mighty eagle
I ~ the Rising Wind beneath your Wings in synchrony we will soar
On Avian wings we shall embark on an adventure of interstellar travel
Colour my life as I will yours as a technicolour journey we explore
Sam (Ka ‘Lo –‘A Mighty Eagle’)
As I look through the tempered glass I see earth, my earth
Topaz blue and angel white, a sparkling jewel in the ebon expanse
I'm going to miss my home, and, for what it's worth -
The girl I once loved and must now leave behind
I trust you enjoyed the Finale of ‘Visitor’. My appreciation and thanks go out to July Morning for his co-writing ‘Visitor’, to bring you this exciting three part series. JM is not only a superb Poet but an impressive story teller as well. Our styles worked effortless from the very beginning of this series when coincidently we were thinking of the plot with similar ideas. Who knows, this could be happening on a parallel universe as we write!
A Maria Williams and July Morning collaboration
Mirage – Music Kitaro Published on Jan 27, 2018
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018
Two black holes spiraled,
through the universe –
racing at speed of light
A billion years later,
on a small planet,
laser beams zoom between mirrors,
capture the echo.
In honor of the scientists and engineers who contributed to the discovery of gravitational waves which was honored with the Nobel Prize in physics today
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2017
A conversation with the theoretical infinitely dense singularity containing all space and time, which may or may not have existed before the Big Bang.
There’s one or two questions,
I’ve got in my head,
So if you don’t mind...
Ok, go ahead.
So just how hot ARE you?
Oh nothing’s more hot,
But there IS nothing else,
So that won’t mean a lot.
And what came before you?
There is no before.
All time is inside me,
No less and no more.
But what is beside you?
There IS no beside.
All space is inside me -
Beside is inside.
So everything’s in you?
Well sort of. I’m bluffing,
I DO contain everything -
But, also, nothing.
You’re killing me now.
Hey that’s no big deal -
I can’t really kill you,
You’re not even real.
And neither am I,
Well probably not,
The truth might be weirder.
What else have you got?
No more! Head’s exploding!
Ooh THAT’s a good plan,
I might try that too.
Ok... here we go... BANG!
Copyright © Nina Parmenter | Year Posted 2018
Once long ago there was a clear blue sky
Where roamed free bird and butterfly
That’s when came the idea to super citify
And to pollution creators deify
All put their brain power to diversify
Silenced anyone who dared go awry
Soon mile high skyscrapers did gratify
And every square inch did occupy
Way too many to quantify
So it was nature they did damnify
Now skies are filled with traffic jams that horrify
Greenish rain waters that relentlessly acidify
Mountain-high billboard ads that do electrify
An extravagance of gadgets enough to stupefy
Implanted technology meant to dehumanify
In light of superfluity, let me just plainly oversimplify
Scientists need to eat a big piece of humble pie
There’s just no way to justify
Why colourful sunsets went by the by
And why no one remembers the aroma of apple pie
Submitted on March 4, 2018, for contest SCIENCE FICTION sponsored by DEBORAH GUENTHER BEACHBOARD - HONORABLE MENTION
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
You, skinny dipping,
is making each fish desire
to become a man.
Copyright © Starling Hunter | Year Posted 2017
If you look for me you will not see
Because I exist in probabilities.
To truly understand what is me
You must think of other realities.
Copyright © Sanford Weir | Year Posted 2018
plan based on the Bible?
during my lifetime
one question, Who Am I?
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012
A great genius named Albert Einstein
At the physicist's ball had too much wine
Effecting a photo-electrical stance,
Energetically emcee'd the square dance
NB: Einstein received the Nobel Prize for
discovering the photoelectric effect. His
Special Theory of Relativity is famous for
the formula E=mc². Puns intended.
Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2014