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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
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
my arms once relaxed
and warm
but shadows reveal
boy and father silhouettes
alongside the jagged fireplace stone
and a creaking uttered
in the bowels of the floor underneath.
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
i slowly
breathe
an icy breath
as if
room temperature’s
dropped
below freezing.
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
recalling
how my cousin
saw
the chair
rocking
with nobody there.
i’ve goosebumps
bold and shrill
pinpoints that peak
but from my innermost place,
i slap myself
a couple times:
‘put your big girl panties on’
i turn up the lights
*broadway on steroids*
and call down peace.
for though i can believe in such things,
my greater belief
supersedes.
my arms
are once again warm —
flesh and blood
prevails!
11/6/2019
Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Delilah Ventura
You’re freezing cold …where’s your passionate glow?
I don’t have a place in your heart
You’re as cold as snow…your enticing spirit sways to and fro
IN THE BRINK OF WINTER– has our melody broken apart?
My hope has lost its grip of effulgence and love
I’m scorching hot…at least I melted away your heartless snow
You don’t have room in my heart
I’m as furious as raging fire…my lamenting soul is cawing like an injured crow
IN THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER –our harmony rolls in the death cart
You’re freezing coal
And I’m scorching ice
Our two wicked hearts beat as one…
I’m left alone in a darksome hole
No need to pay the price
Our two wicked hearts brew chaos
You fill my heart with wickedness
The sky is in an apoplectic quandary why tonight
Earth is entirely too old to be on solid holy ground
Atmospheres confuse the colors in the air with reason
There is nothing to be seen there anyway, it's freezing
At this moment nitrogen lakes bubble up on Saturn
Ice columns form circles mirrored around the moons
Orchestrated heavenly rings that hang on mystic hope
Nightfall follows the pontiff around the alter light
In the Vatican clouds orbit in his head as fixed
While he blesses all the planets, even Mars
In communion with the cosmic coma gift
He even forgives strange Venus for its misgivings
Spinning retrograde against the laws of physics
Eight other planets can't be wrong rotating right
Holy Spirit come to hold our hands and planets
Help us understand the plan, the orbital holy land
We could be finished if we miss it
The cosmic logic escapes us by the minute
Please fix it
Written: May 13, 2025, for contest by Robert James Liguori
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On the golden steed, dreams catch flight,
In the sunny flame, rings of final sigh ignite.
A pale horse and rider fit through the haze,
Echoes of silence amid the shadow maze.
A raven melody on the burial ground,
Listen to the spooky melody where souls abound.
No sights emerge from Earth's frigid embrace,
Wind slashes across ashes in an endless chase.
However, haunting tunes excite my soul,
Your voice is an echo, drawing me whole.
Beyond life's veil, we interact with grace,
With God on our side, age shields its face.
I trek into the freezing mist in quest of light,
Mourning darkness hugs humanity tight.
Sunless days drag back dreams of the dead,
Demons sans souls laugh in mindless stead.
Focus on the raven call and pray for Earth's life,
Must humans explain everything for throe strife
Find a wayward child and follow the wild north,
Fear the black raven and adhere to the wise forth.
He spent an obedient portion of his life on Earth,
Dancing to the sound of the elderly man's mirth.
The dread felt by those who bear an oath,
In the text, he authored the screenplay for loath.
Be honest and ask them the right requests,
An outcry for liberation, a prayer for a life quest.
Despite the events, lives have come to a halt,
Ended before it started when the crowd exalt.
I hear all waking dads crying as a crow flies distort,
Life of the firstborn of mankind will be cut short.
Cruelly facing risk is the panacea for each dilemma,
As we hold in nonviolence, some are clear to edema.
Every man's heart from the dawn of time,
Having to live with seduction and crime.
Ascending in the valley of demise, shadow,
Knowing that I will bear my final air arrow.
Embrace the Valley of Death with dignity,
Despite the effects, we will act with divinity.
Join me as I lead you into the depths of death,
Yield me your soul and I will sip my last breath.
O, be honest and ask them the right requests,
An outcry for liberation, a prayer for a life quest.
Despite the events, lives have come to a halt
Ended before it started when the crowd exalt.
Smelling
Woody, sweet, aroma
Christmas pine tree,
Weaved with Bright blinking lights,
Topped with a starlit top.
Feeling
The Brrr ... chill of the night air
Brrr ... freezing cold of the North Pole.
Listening
To the sounds of the wind
For the Ring a ling, jingling,
Ringing of the sleigh bells.
Watching
Moonlight shadows dancing
On the walls as they take
Different fantasy shapes
Waiting
Jolly, rolly, “Ho, Ho, Ho”
White beard Santa
In a white fur trim, red velvet suit.
Seeing
Santa’s sleigh just went zooming by
Fading off to nighttime dreams
Making every minute count.
12/16/2024
Today Was Cloudy
By: Woodrow Odom Lucas
Today was cloudy,
Dark all day,
I wish I had hope,
Come what may,
I saw a homeless man,
And gave him a kind word,
His smile lifted me to flight like a bird,
A bird of flight who fears not night,
Who fears not fate,
Who fears not hate,
But I wish that he was warm inside,
With a woman who loved him like I love God,
And his plan to redeem the Sun and Moon,
I wish we had a better world coming soon,
Do we?
I’m just not sure,
But the sun still rises,
And babes are still true and pure,,
Today was cloudy,
Dark all day,
But clouds don’t last forever,
And neither does suffering,
Suffering is but a momentary eclipse on a sun shiny day,
And soon I’ll say I love you,
Valentine’s day is coming,
And I have no partner yet,
But I’m warm inside,
And that homeless man was freezing,
I wish he was warm inside with a woman who loves him like I love God,
Because in the end we all smile like that man smiled at me today,
In the end we all say I love,
And we mean it!
Will you love me in the springtime
When nature brings earth back to life
The loveliest time of the year
Causing poets pens to ignite.
Will you love me in the summer
Amid those heady, hazy days
Dancing for joy in the sunshine
Splashing through the downpours of rain.
Will you love me in the autumn
The time of year I adore most
When the withered leaves start falling
Bidding sad goodbyes to their host.
Will you love me in the winter
When ice cold Jack Frost nips and bites
Will our love be kept warm enough
Through the freezing, dark wintry nights.
If you love me for four seasons
Let there be a thousand reasons.
+*+*+*+
A cyclone forms, this tornado scorns
A near-by village retreat.
Frightening to see.
Rain drops pound like drums,
whistling winds, sounds of a tambourine.
Striking distant lightening,
a fierce fear rapidly heightening.
I can't control my shaking hands..
It's cold,
shivering in mother natures
chilling submission hold.
Dark clouds twist into satanic forms.
Like that demonic figure,
with tremendous horns.
It is freezing cold now,
as this storm unfolds.
Boulder size hail is born,
I sit and video tape natures ****.
This storm rapes, vigorously.
This near-by village retreat.
Jared Pickett
11/4/09
Asavvy1
Nature speaks
Misty rain and thunder;
Elemental waves
~~~~~~~~~
Stormy weather
Freezing damp;
Igloo moments
~~~~~~~~~
Stranded here
No umbrella cover;
Long track home
~~~~~~~~~
Overcrowded shelter
Corridor passage chaos;
Torrential rain
~~~~~~~~~
Makeshift parasol
Box carton head dress;
Soaking wet
~~~~~~~~~
Bamboo pines exposed
Scenes from Oriental painting;
Rain invigorates
~~~~~~~~~~
A touching craft
Miniature book hand made;
Profound cuteness
~~~~~~~~~
Spring cleaning
Christmas cuckoo coming;
Alleluia blessings
~~~~~~~~~
Once again we hear
Old familiar carols sing;
Peace to all mankind
~~~~~~~~~
Leon a Enriquez
15 December 2014
Singapore