Long Jules verne Poems

Creative cerebral craftiness coaxes...

Childhood campy chimera curtain call
subsequently hinting (based on accuweather)
the approach of blizzard squall
so burrow under quilted cover y'all
until warm temperatures arrive when springtime
ushers social media platforms 
buzzfeeding earthlinked instant karma 
jump/kickstarting linkedin...

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'Our Mother'

Our Mother - a sophisticated lady
Always destined for the top
You'd never see her walk on by
A top designer shop

So impeccably presented;
Amazing handbag, clothes and shoe 
Even perfume richly scented 
Numbered bottle gives the clue
Never...

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Dragonflies impossibly maneuver,
defying aerodynamics.
Obviously, there is something wrong with our 
calculations, 
even bumble bees behave like U.F.O’s.
Da Vinci, sketched flying machines
everything is feasible on paper
and we know paper planes can also fly.

A child can imagine...

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So I’m building a spaceship, 
But where should I start?
When the spaceship I’m building 
Is made out of art

Books for the seats
And paintings for the walls
Cause this type of spaceship 
Goes nowhere at all

I do...

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We're on a journey of exploration, a long-deferred vacation
   There's room for you too … Come with us, and your essence renew 

We've been so busy surviving, striving, never quite thriving
  ...

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There is nothing at all that appears on the norm.
Our surroundings are strange after the wake of the storm.
The ship was ripped apart like tin foil.
On this surface, we are slipping as if covered with...

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For many an historical generation,
you scintillated man’s imagination.
The subject of numerous films and books,
your presence was worth some astronomers’ looks.
From writers such as H.G. Wells and Jules Verne,
the fire of man’s curiosity would burn.
With mankind’s...

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To Jules Verne


A man feeling drowse at the top of the mountain, fell asleep.

He dreamed dreams
  emanating from floods of seas.
 In remote droughts,
 he gave his fruit of smoke
on a simple altar.

Curd quartz...

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The city of Prague
In a different world
Its centre ripped
The whole world heard
 
Its now separated by
Canyons so deep
The day it happened
To hear a country weep
 
Beautiful buildings
Fell away
Architectural delights
Toppled on sway
 
But the city recovered
No...

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#3:  Tis Twilight Time

Goal hour is here ... the spirit joins the soul,
ephemeral or twilight ... or two worlds,
dreams; exchange facts for fiction ... a black hole,
furtherance, lying on a bed of pearls.
The Ancient...

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SYRACUSE DEPARTURE

Twelve degrees at seven AM
and the weather a sharp bitter
force off Lake Ontario
The daybreak is luminescent
gray, the bright star rising, the
cloud cover glowing like the
opalescent door to the mysterious
power source of some
Jules Verne wonder
Passengers...

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You have the hysterical look of mutes
that roar through narrow straws.
I see in your yellow eyes – a Jules Verne winking moon.
Soon that ribbed pink cave will release
another flock of demented coots
hacked from the craw...

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