Satellites watch time
in ten small bits of binary —
1024 weeks in a cycle
Telstra's flaw reset its clocks
to one cycle long ago,
so July 2026, became Nov 2006
With one swell swoop,
twenty years fell through the internet.
phones searched for now,
got a forlorn Time Lord
instead.
The report was even louder, this time
I watched, Dr.who, slow it down
the bullet just spun through the air, de-
verb-ed tied to a string, dancing through
me in and out, you laughed at my faces
inability to comprehend my understanding
maybe one, two holes at the most but over twenty?
Heavily fruitful Jayne steeped in his personal assistant
did realize such fancies as delightful as you make
them sound need to be conserved for a much
wider guidance of divisiveness.
Happy wild Jayne plugs all the holes with her finger's.
What was I to gain by watching you give
me desert on a string, while I watched from the other room
not quite as hungry.
James McLain Sunday, May 3, 2009
Abducted Worker
He was riding his moped to the office to work
The alien craft hovered over him and took him
It left his moped by the roadside needing the rider
In a blast of silent light he was plonked down
No longer on his wheels somewhere else entirely
Like the X-Files but real different yet familiar
Like he'd been hear before that was inexplainable
He knew in ways he was home from home
Even if he cried sweated shook wondered what the ?
How can this be happening to me right now?
UFOs don't exist nor do little green men
Or grey ones like these here now
They greeted him he nodded and waved
It was like being back with friends!
Even if three feet tall and grey and ugly
They had a strange yet interesting craft
Bigger inside than out like Dr Who?
His moped was similar for it was a vehicle
Made to go from A to B and do a job
The question was what why where and who?
He didn't know the answers just now
He'd soon find out their aims and wants
Before they let him go again...
three little pigs went up the hill,
to meet little red riding hood,
big bad wolf has eaten his fill,
the man was still chopping the wood!
all sat at table together,
with Alice, Beast and pretty Belle,
at helm was fairy godmother,
that’s when poor Humpty Dumpty fell!
Jack and Jill rushed in to rescue,
Jack Frost came along in a breeze
postman Pat and fireman Sam too,
the Cheshire cat smiled! such a tease!
Aladdin flew him to hospital,
he was fixed back by Dr.Who!
Isn’t it lucky Humpty fell,
when there was the full Disney crew!
1st placement
Written 20/03/2021
All yours March(22) contest
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8 syllables each line
Hero
I know who you are
Your secret is busted
My spider sense tingles
It can always be trusted
The bad guys are nervous
They can't see through your glasses
All evil's on hold
While you're kicking their asses
And though your invincible status is real
The people who know
See the pain that you feel
For the toughened exterior shell you may show
Hides a weakness,
A softness,
That no-one can know
But slow down there Tonto
Put the Bat-cave on hold..
Can I download a theory?
If I can be so bold..
Let's re-wind the story
To that time at the start
With the hero-gene planted
Somewhere.. deep in your heart(s)
Some words may be kryptonite
And the world makes you frown.
Strength is far beyond physical
They just can't take you down
For buried way deep inside you
A flickering light
If you throw down the saber
Find it quietly you might..
For the wonder of being a woman
It seems
Or a man with a cape
Or a child filled with dreams
Is that promise of Peace
And that Hope of renew
For the phone rings;
A message..
That hero is you.
Jinjagoliath
24th December 2020
I’m a secret watcher of Dr. Who, but now you know, and his tardis is bigger on the inside as the cult following knows. So much philosophy, such as we look much smaller on the outside. It is as if “The Doctor” lives inside his brain as do us poets always imagining something greater...something bigger. And yet we can also reduce something to its smallest component and expound it. We look at a seed, climb inside its shell and see the universe. We keep walking in and out of our world, amazed at its nonconformity to our idea of reality. We see a box, color it blue...just blue the teacher says as she points with a ruler and slams down hard on your knuckles. Persnickety self says “black and blue.” The teacher points “out” and you gladly climb back into your roomy cocoon. A butterfly emerges with Queen Alexandra wings that land on the teachers hair, taunting her, beating her at her game of “inside the lines.”
11/5/2018
Everybody knows IT.
From the Addams' Family show.
That blond haired creature.
Long locks that flowed.
IT moved like the Darleks.
Trying to kill Dr. Who.
Which was front, which was back?
No one ever knew.
IT reminds me of my daughters,
with identical coloured hair.
If they were joined together,
they were IT I swear.
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