The Q Man
The Q Man was somebody who was different
He travelled the galaxies and universe doing a job
Flying a Type 6 spaceship interstellar style
Normal space travel took forever and a day
But his ship was a souped one off
With engine and fuel enhancements
Zipping from world to world to work
He lands in a remote place and hides
His pointed ship from observers or spies
And hikes to his location to do the job
The tool of his trade is a long range rifle
Made on Planet Earth three millennia ago
It’s fitted with modified 7. 62mm bullets
These kill every single life form from a mile
On normal blood and body organisms
Normal explosive bullets do the job
With insect like ones with an armoured body
Armour piercing acid bullets eradicate them
He has 3002 different bullet types to use
Each one killing a designated target
The contract killer with no home
Except between the stars in his ship
Living for a dozen centuries extendable
You don’t want to mess with him
Nor be on his kill list as you’re ed
Zapped by an old skool high tech bullet
Fired by the best assassin there ever was
The Q Man and his rifle always on call
A ruby-throated hummingbird in breeze
Arrived screeching in my front yard today
Feeding on nectar from flowers and trees
Apply'ng flutter, extendable, tongue play
And catching insects on flower posies
Spreading, shutting its tail, as he does so
With rapid, squeaky chirps, gazing at me
Looking at my winged companion in glow
Scratching its head and neck in a branch tree
Moving discreetly along with wind flow
As I'm silently standing there thinking
Bout' little things in life that coexist
My fine feathered friend flys away, singing
With fanatical dive, display, and twist
Taking off into nearby woods, winging
All of a sudden, I notice, wide-eyed
Moment around me, beautiful portray
Nothing in the world is quite beau·ti·fied
As a feathered creature, when on display
My heart is like a sing'ng bird, mystified
No Bone
My skull has gone, no bone;
Just an open mind of the fallen Sun.
I collapsed in your arms and you held me close,
Just like I always dreamed you would.
I feel your hand upon my brain,
It’s funny but relaxing.
You feel my insistence for you again,
As the waves in my mind start you laughing.
We are connected, two people as one.
Come here, feel love and never feel alone.
Let me grow extendable arms, so I can wrap my arms around us;
My arms fly around you and I many times, entrapping us in love.
Stuck together forever, my love cannot be severed,
I Love You!
Didn’t you notice, that we made a connection,
A telepathic, subtle, intelligent discussion;
A meeting of the minds, blind to the eye, but there for certain.
You know what I think somehow.
I guess it’s written all over my face.
So you know I am telling the truth to you now,
I love you…I love her…I love (…) for she is my girl.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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