Best Starships Poems
I'm
the
white fog
layered on
gold-jasmine face of
the orange moon, shimmering with
shy starships and laced along hailstones of honesty;
When the sapphires of earth are etched with orchestral milky beams, smeared with ominous balms,
I want you to weave a cherry-crescent with periwinkle dreams and let aqua-pink amulets swing with gossamer threads of lotus-life,
which shall pull my sempiternal heartstrings, as frost of the last snow kisses the lunar orchards, twirling upon maroon ruins of moonwalking memories. I'll forever be that silver haze, lingering in your soul's seascapes.
Star Wars Rebellion:
A galactic game of Risk—
Empire/Alliance.
Alliance Leaders:
Luke Skywalker, Han Solo,
Leia, Mon Mothma.
Young Luke Skywalker
Has to confront Darth Vader,
Becomes Jedi Knight.
Han Solo pilots
The Millenium Falcon
With friend Chewbaca.
Leia Organa:
Very strong diplomat,
Potential Jedi.
President Mothma:
The rebellion’s heart and soul,
Great at recruiting.
Rebel advantage:
They are able to move their
Secret Headquarters.
Imperial Leaders:
The Emperor Palpatine,
Dark Lord Darth Vader.
Evil Palpatine,
A.K.A. Darth Sidius,
Dark Lord of the Sith.
Apprentice Vader
Was Annakin skywalker,
Seduced by dark side.
Control production,
Build mines and refineries,
Fight for resources.
The construction yards
Are used to build everything.
Must be defended!
To create armies,
Need training facilities.
Must be defended!
To build more starships,
Build or capture space stations.
Must be defended!
Special characters:
Assassins, Spies, Commandos,
And Infiltrators.
Planet resources
Gained by colonization,
Diplomacy, conquest.
To gain VICTORY:
Capture/destroy headquarters,
Capture the leaders.
Idealogies?
What’s the real goal of all wars?
Control resources!
To the people of the earth, we convey this greeting.
We are quite anxious for this long-awaited meeting.
Coming in peace, we are your cousins, as once before.
In a few hours, we’ll be reunited once more.
You will recognize us; our appearance you will know.
We see the sun we once shared ten million years ago.
The planet’s orbit remains between Venus and Mars.
History is forgotten, but we remember ours.
Our first arrival was with the great reptiles roaming.
Something happened, and we could not save them from dying.
Your entire world was completely warm and tropical.
This appeared to be the ideal place for our people.
Our interstellar travel made us masters of space.
However, we knew nothing of climate in this place,
or evolution and genetics within our race.
Your planet is in a section of isolation.
It takes many years to reach your civilization.
Our starships would be bringing news from the galaxy.
They would land three or four times in every century.
Your earth was once a constant tropical paradise.
However, climactic changes covered it with ice.
A strange phenomenon caused some harmless mutations.
Some of us were immune. There were no alterations.
This did not kill, or cause destructive physical harm.
It did start to arouse inevitable alarm.
Two separate groups arose over thousands of years.
Suspicion was perpetuated and caused great fears.
Those who did not leave earth sank into barbarism.
Envy, discord, and conflict were caused by the schism.
We had thought the end came for your civilization.
Your first radio signals gave us indication
that your culture has survived all these millennia.
This discovery has given us euphoria.
We see you have made your long ascent from savagery.
We are here to restore the long-lost fraternity.
We have uncovered much since we abandoned the earth.
Now that you are re-discovered, there will be much mirth.
Perpetual tropical climate, we will restore.
You won’t have to withstand freezing winters anymore.
With genetic mutation, there’s no need to endure.
For your offensive, yet harmless plague, we have a cure.
For what is now wrong, we have the power to make right.
Only let us know how many of you are still white.
Based on the short story "Reunion" by the late Arthur C. Clarke
The Inner Workings of a Clock
My Catholic schoolgirl
Denies my shadowy persona.
Costumed in
A navy blue uniform
A snow-white blouse,
A chest pocket embroidered
By Saint John Fisher,
Her youthful bearing ticks
Smoothly, quietly, piously.
My Catholic schoolgirl leads
The May Day procession
She crosses herself and genuflects.
Wrapped in rosary beads,
She pushes my golden orb,
Tilted and warped as it is,
Into its preordained trajectory
Toward saintliness.
Starships of jealousy and greed
Some dressed as childish lies
Others as adult deceptions
Pitch me into a blackness
Unnoticed by my angelic clock.
Hands circulate 360 degrees.
Springs unwind.
Inner pendulums
Swing madly.
Simultaneously, I am
Remorseful and gleeful.
Twelve o’clock is
My imagined sanctity of
Honeyed knowledge.
Six o’clock is
My known blasphemy.
I wear my hair shirt with pride.
Tortoiselike, I see only
Darkness or light.
My Catholic
Schoolgirl’s soul
Refuses to apologize
For my humanity
Nor does she brag.
I am God’s creation,
A jigsaw of sharp-edged pieces.
SHINE WITH YOUR NAANI
Fast the travel, long the joyous trip
fine is the progress,
the greatest race,
set at spirit's own sweet pace
Life sends us on a mystery
starships speed far away
truth sets the pace,
destination reigns each day
Robert J. Lindley, 06-20-2014
Sponsor, nette onclaud
Contest Name--------- SHINE WITH YOUR NAANI !
Contest Description
here’s to another new form!...a Naani poem by Telugu poet, Dr. N. Gopi,
has 4 lines… the total number of syllables in the poem are between
20 to 25…the Naani has no set rhyme scheme, and no set syllable count
per line… for this challenge, i would like us to:
*write a NEW poem including your name, contest title , and date of
poem
*create ONLY 2-3 stanzas with a total of exactly 25 syllables per
stanza
*post it under verse category
THE THEME IS: STAR/S…
It was just a drop of morning light
that fell upon a surface of my room--
I won't remember it tomorrow, though
I found its shape a bit unusual
and while seated, leaned to the side
to take a second look. Curious it is
that just the combination of the sun
and shadow from my window was enough
to filter through my mind and out to you.
Yet there is more. How is it that
a tiny fraction of my day takes on
significance enough to be profound--
how dare might just a little thing,
barely noticed, join old Socrates
to beat upon the doorway of the mind?
I think I know.
A momentary glint upon my chair arm
casts from it all the same,
beginning, identity, ending, contrast
and the power, though without guile,
to induce thought and even smiles...
to make me wonder just a while
about the universality of everything
confronting us, there perhaps
to rouse us from our mire
of lassitude and apathy forever.
Is not that notable exception
of the quiet here beside us, we
may build upon when we are just
past focusing upon the roar of
comets, starships, missiles
and our worldwide mutual
obliteration from the earth?
~
so what are you waiting for
here it is
in front of your face
reach out
take it
what are you waiting for
you know you want it
desire it
dream about it
what are you waiting for
lead to turn to gold
toilets to fall from alien starships
you know you want it
what are you waiting for
pigs to fly
elephants to dance
on the head of a pin
death to pull your number
you know you want it
its right there under you nose
close enough to touch
what are you waiting for
hell to freeze over
a sign from god
in neon letters
telling you there they are
that's the one
take their hand now
you know you love them
what are you waiting for (c)mjr 2008
No matter how far we travel into the universe
No matter how many worlds we conquer
Or marvelous civilizations we encounter
No matter how many creatures we dissect
How far into the past we probe
No matter how many words we write, or read
There is always one step further; one more word to pen
One more iota of information to uncover.
Our storehouses of knowledge
Do not help us survive
Though we hope they will;
For we must believe we will continue.
It all depends upon
One more grain of knowledge
A puzzle with the answer we all desire
Then will we be forever.
Not as a race entire,
Not through works of art
Not from words of wisdom,
Conquest or slaughter,
But the egoistic Self,
The person, the arrogant mind;
What matters if there is or is not a god?
The query is merely: Will I be forever.
That there is life beyond life
Is the dream, the hope,
Of blind misbegotten certainty.
Are we not like a drop of water
That quenched a thirst for knowledge
Then evaporated, but still exists?
Please do not suppose "We are not."
When no more doubt remains
Then shall humanity crumple
And fade from the universe
No longer possessed
Of the undivine quest
No longer needing to persist in this land
When another, we insist, so surely waits.
For now, the starships search outer realms
The pen transcribes the mind
While seldom do we stop to reflect how
If ever the destination is at hand
We will have lost all purpose.
c1973
An earnest poem from my youth, tossed in a file box and stored away lo these many decades.
THE FRIENDSHIP FRIENDSHIPS EVERLASTINGLY EVERLASTING ETERNALLY ETERNALL
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YOU ARE TOO SO MARVELLOUS AND OR SO TOO FABOULOUS INDEED YOUR ART WORK FROM YOUR ART WORKS
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YOU ARE SHIMMERING SHINY GLITTERY SPARKELST BRIGHTEST MIGHTEST NIGHTEST LIGHTEST STAR THAT DIMMESS ITS PUREST LIGHT LITE INTO ITS ATMOSPHERE ICSM SPOTTED PLACE ANDIAMENANCES ANDIAMENANCE SPOTTED PLACES ATMOSPHEREICSM
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myself
fearful ending
starships gather humans
justify my entry records
alone
Children are riches
books are treasures
Read them to sleep
aboard starships of pleasure
Tuck them in tightly
'neath soft blankets of down
Peaceful dreams' smile
the jewel in their crown
Arcturus Hub
Arcturus by the milky way,
5th dimension players Grey,
central hub of our galaxy
most advanced of all our neighbours sit,
multi light years, just a bit,
from which their Starships flit,
too advanced, to coin a phrase.
Don
The eagle landed and proudly placed a feather.
Into the cool, silent lunar sand.
Man hasn't been back in a long time.
It's a difficult and expensive journey.
People become bored with repetition.
Funding dips- starships explode.
Governments get sidetracked by oil and war.
Mars is our new mistress.
An icy redhead, skulls tattooed on her chest.
We want to tempt gravity again.
Plant rows of corn and humanity
Swirl our toes in the cold red sand.
But Mars is nothing but a stepmother.
Uninviting, with a starry cold face.
She'll never provide warmth or much of anything.
But what about Mother Earth?
Our beautiful blue-eyed mother
Garnished with evergreen and water.
Miracles of life around every bend.
Providing everything for her selfish
pigheaded, war children.
Forever the faithful guardian.
What about Mother Earth!
This luetinnant commander , of the data kind , seeks girl with Beverley crusher
Like boddy & Deanna Troy like mind ! Plus leeta Alexander like hair and
Patty yasutake like eyes and big barda like armor & Julie newmare like thize !
In a year , win thairs an orbital eluhvaytor that we can tayk up 2 the
Space stations , & then shuttle 2 luner coloney b-yond all nayshuns !
Maybe we can have brunch at the sea of trankwilitty ,
In a domed city , using no super aybilitty !
Wair we can watch starships cumming out of the faktorry !
Wile we are eating a 10 sandwich meal , called the sandwich snack-torrey !...
of an dying autumn day.
The gentle breeze tosses
scarlet leaves before him.
…into the ember fire sky
His thoughts drift,
a familiar voice is heard talking near.
…speaking of wonder and awe.
A fragment of memory…
of kingdoms
of empires far out to sea
and things unseen.
Of fables, mythic legends,
glorious Knights
in silver, sable armor, shivery.
A raspy voice carries
on the chilly evening air
bringing echoes of memory,
a father once standing there.
Who dreamed of these and more…
Watching smoke drift lazy over silhouette rooftops
standing there where he stood yesterday.
Now, a rough hand holds
tinder fingers gently
of a little boy, with eyes full of curiosity.
He looks ups to him, with familiar eyes
with his tossed amber hair.
In the chilly crisp autumn air
hanging on every word
every mystery
every kingdom
& empire far far out to sea!
Eyes reflecting spun fables,
myths of ancient starships,
Forgotten shivery
Eyes bright
Bright blue with wonder, even surprise!
The chill carries his questions innocently
as the ember Fire sky dies
to indigo and aquamarine…
Home is silhouetted
with its chimney smoke drifting lazily
over frosted lands
He turns to go, tomorrow comes
and stories to be told
The scarlet leaves dance
before his lengthening
shadow with his future son in toe.