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Oh, look! Open sky!
Cosmic Wave Sci-fi poem.
Moonbeams beat softly.
Oooooooo Oooooooo Oooooooo.
Aaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa.
OoooooooOooooooo Oooooooo.
Aaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaa.
Wow, wow, wow, oooo, la, la.
Shhhhh. Shhhhh. Shhhhh. Shhhhh.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew.
Oh, man, that's so good.
Don't hop. Oooooo. La. La.
Shush, shush, shush, shush.
Oooooooo. Shining, glittery, sparkling.
Stars emerge at twighlight. Oh! (Wow)
Oooooooo. Oooooooo. Oooooooo.
Aaaaaaaa. Aaaaaaaa. Aaaaaaaa.
Sensualmente Cosmos glittering.
Oh. Whoosh. Uuuuuh. Oh! OH! Oh!
Ogham symbols. Uuuuu. Uuuuu.
Aaaaaaaah. Aaaaaaaah. Aaaaaaaah!
Awe. Awe. Awe. Awen. Awen. Awe.
Oo. La. La. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oooooh!
Wow! Oh! Oh! OH! Sooooo goooood.
Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.
Owe. Owe. Owe. Ouch. Oh, good. Woo it.
Whisper, pop, whoosh, rumble, reverberate.
Swooshing vibrations pulse heartbeats.
Resonates with nebula; feeling Quasar.
Singularity in the Zenith. Corona.
Heliosphere, Magnetar, Nebula, Capsule.
Telescope station, Mars, Saturn so far.
Orbiters above, space stations, oh, ah, oo.
So good to fly in the Saucer. Oo, la, la, oh!
Sailing in Twilight
Rising with Cosmos inside.
Parameters guise.
Once long ago there was a clear blue sky
Where roamed free bird and butterfly
That’s when came the idea to super citify
And to pollution creators deify
All put their brain power to diversify
Silenced anyone who dared go awry
Soon mile high skyscrapers did gratify
And every square inch did occupy
Way too many to quantify
So it was nature they did damnify
Now skies are filled with traffic jams that horrify
Greenish rain waters that relentlessly acidify
Mountain-high billboard ads that do electrify
An extravagance of gadgets enough to stupefy
Implanted technology meant to dehumanify
In light of superfluity, let me just plainly oversimplify
Scientists need to eat a big piece of humble pie
There’s just no way to justify
Why colorful sunsets went by the by
And why no one remembers the aroma of apple pie
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on March 4, 2018 for contest SCIENCE FICTION sponsored by DEBORAH GUENTHER BEACHBOARD - HONORABLE MENTION
Moving forth and backwards
In our own know three dimensions
Is understood and simple
It’s our basic comprehension.
Yet adding in an axial fourth
We become confused
Time just keeps on ticking
All our protests are refused.
Gravity affects the speed
At which our time proceeds
Yet always marching forward
Not affected by man’s deed.
To travel where we wish in time,
Is something we unable
To achieve but we should not
Remove it from the table.
To master temporal travel
Will always be the goal
But who knows what is lurking
Inside of a Black hole
Never giving up the hope
We’ll master it one day,
To travel to the time we want
Is just the human way.
Accepting limitations
Of the possibilities of time
Is how we will stay grounded
But to dream is not a crime.
So for now, keep on watching
Doc Brown and McFly
Time travel may be out there
Just keep reaching for the sky.
I feel asleep
On the wind
It took me to places
High and lofty
Amongst the clouds
And cool high air
Where water is but
Droplets of mist
I touched the stars
And kissed the moon
Shook the hand of
Mr Gray in his tin can
It blew me past the station
So I knocked to say “Hello”
But no one answered
Which was strange
As all the lights were on
On it pushed me
I waved at Major Tom
But I don’t think he heard me
Gave Hal the stink eye
Than got hit by a car
Like a bug on a Tesla windscreen
Driven by a shell of a spaceman
Listening to Mysterious Universe
On its stereo
Pushed on again
I grabbed hold a boat
In it sat
An Owl and a Pussycat
With an oversized nose ring
What a strange sight it was
Flung into the wind again
I was spat at by Alien
Who wanted to use me
For a surrogate
Thought better of this
So pushed it toward Hal
Wow
What a Close Encounter
I drifted on without
A care
Above a beautiful Blue orb
I thought I caught sight
Of a Turtle behind it
But put it down to a mirage
The wind that blew
Must of blew itself out
As I drifted down
To a Silent World
That blue
Blue orb
Past wafting clouds
Or was it Swamp Gas
Gently as a deflating
Weather balloon
I feel back into
The seat I fell asleep in
I woke with such
Emotion from this journey
That it all must have been real
Or was it all
But a dream
To be fair and true
Such as life is
And the wind that blew
The borders fell like fever from a long-tormented frame,
No steel was turned, no legions marched, no decree spoke their name.
For when the node of silver wood began its quiet rise,
The phantom lines of sovereign pride dissolved before their eyes.
The ancient ghosts of territory, of fortress, and of crest,
Like winter frost before the sun, sank deep into the breast.
The pain that once had armed the hand and built the concrete wall
Was opened to the anchor node, unmetered, shared by all.
A mother’s cry in Sector One, the drought of Sector Four,
No longer stopped at checkpoints or the barricaded door.
The collective mind, in empathy, received the bitter sting,
And wove the ache of centuries into a single string.
Where once the barbed dividers stood to guard the hollow grain,
Now surged a tide of healing hands to wash away the stain.
The map of old Vaeloria, where blood-bought nations bled,
Became a tapestry of care, by quiet mercy fed.
No citizen was left an island, stranded in their grief;
The shared scar of the species brought its ultimate relief.
Lysander sat within the spire, no longer just a man,
But the central trunk and pillar where the neural rivers ran.
The agonizing crucible that made the species scream
Had bent his twisted posture lower in the central beam.
His crooked spine, an iron knot of old subterranean years,
Was heavy with the gravity of a planet's weeping fears.
But as the first fierce torment passed, and silence grew to grace,
A strange, organic alchemy began to alter space.
The malice of Vaeloria was burning out its fuel,
And empathy, though forced at first, became a gentler tool.
Within his blood, the cellular weave began to stretch and bloom,
No longer needing density to fight the bunker’s gloom.
The gravity of hunger eased; the scarcity was dead,
And light became the currency that kept the matrix fed.
He felt his marrow lengthening, a soft, calcific thaw,
That defied the ancient boundaries of old genetic law.
The heavy bone of Sector Three, built thick for digging stone,
Began to thin like hollow reeds the wind had gently blown.
His fingers grew like pale glass rods, his knuckles smoothed away,
As if the heavy clay of old was spun to silver spray.
He did not walk; he leaned into the mosses' golden net,
A creature caught between the things he was and would be yet.
Captain Nemo,
I; Captain Nemo from the silent darkness of the deep search for a rare lost treasure that vanished so very long ago.
Keenly my periscope surveys the shores, scanning intently as through the dark of the deep the Nautilus does silently go.
Always stealthy, yet when the magnificent Nautilus surfaces at any port, the grandest of entrances she makes there putting on such a show.`
The genius in building the wondrous Nautilus everyone can see, with the grandeur of the spectacular Nautilus giving them all such a glow.
From the elegant state rooms decorated in ornate gold, to the lavish meals in the opulent dinning room, then dancing in a room fit for a ball.
Around each corner some fantastic new way, enamoring everyone because the beautiful and stately, awe inspiring Nautilus captivated them all.
Yet even with such riches, I remain the sole commander of the deep, here all alone in my fortress of solitude, by my hand and mind's iron will.
Searching everywhere for that long ago vanished treasure, never content until my one true soul mate I may find... until...
That rarest of rare treasures stops always beckoning unto me from somewhere that I must find, “out there!”
Doomed to travel the world if that is what must be, combing the lands to seek out my soul mate so fair.
To ever so gently take her by her delicate hand on the most amazing trip of a lifetime there together at the bottom of the sea.
Sharing all this whole world has to offer with my soul mate, as Love abounds on the Nautilus living our lives wild and free.
Alas she has been nowhere to be found as yet, and I pursue my vigilant task to find my soul mate true.
No matter where you may be, that place I will some day find, and never relent on this daunting search until I find you.
Remaining ever stealthy hidden in the darkest keep, yet always hunting for you my soul mate with whom our love forever more stays.
Traveling in the wonders of the majestic Nautilus to all parts of the world, happily ever after unto the very last of our many days.
I set the date
Hope I am not too late
To save some souls
From chilly fate
The year of our Lord
Dial one nine, one two
From my home-based lab
After locking in-situ
A gyro spins
A crackle, a flash
I land on the deck
With a terrible crash
Oh souls that surround me
Running here and around
Never notice my vehicle
Though designed to astound
The floor is now jaunty
My breath like fresh mist
The critical moment I fear
I have missed
Make fast to the lifeboats
Although they are few
I frantically seek out
The captain and crew
"You can double the numbers.."
I cry with a shout
It's too late for they're pushing
The final boat out
I reach for my notepad
Complete these last lines
'Crisp bright morning air
Yet the darkest of times'
A note to myself
Set my machine now to 'home'
So she whirrs and she crackles
Takes instructions, alone
My vain hope is she
Meets me in an earlier state
An inventor incumbent
To change the course of this fate
Now my destiny sealed
By dark ice of the sea
As resigned I join singing;
Nearer My God to Thee
Fast forward to now
Deep-sea divers explore
The old shipwreck is claimed
By the ocean once more
Yet a mystery beckons
Cameras peer through the grime
Uncatalogued cargo
Out of luck, out of time
It seems we've come up with numerous definitions,
For life, and what it all means.
From the biological to the philosophical,
And all the various strata in between.
The scholarly sciences, may include the aspects
That need to respirate, regulate, and replicate.
While philosophers might wonder how we
Facilitate, proliferate, or just deal with our hate.
Recently I've seen our evolution, along the
Political spectrum grow and accumulate.
Where fantasy has driven false narratives,
And chaos remained for those to speculate.
Will life now be defined by the social-economic,
Or will it divide our very structure again?
Since these interactions can certainly be the death of us all,
And life may never be the same as it has been.
Met Anouka in my artistic dream.
Skreech, fzzzt, ch-ch-ch-ch beep boop click-clack.
Ooooo, aaaaah, vroom, virtual booting machine.
Zap, plonk, and whoosh into a time-loop sack.
Anouka crafted art that made gems rock!
She sails far above stars in rocket dreams.
Skreech, fzzzt, ch-ch-ch-ch beep boop click-clack.
High tech ignites surreal dreams on jet-pack.
Eeeeyowww power-down wails through feedback-tack.
Pew-pew ding-ding, zoooop-strong glitch-burst dream-hack.
Anouka crafted art that made gems rock.
Static discharge fzzzt skritch bleeee krrrshhh thwunk shock.
Bleeble-bloop strong sunlight's bright light clock-tock.
Ooooo, aaaaa, vroom, virtual machine bot-rock.
She glides far above stars in rocket dreams.
Ooooo, aaaaa, vroom, virtual dreams bool machine.
Glitch-bursts unravel what the swoop-code deems.
Onomatopoeia blooms in moonbeams.
Sci-fi textures whirr-click through neon streams.
Zap, planks, and whoosh into a time-loop sack.
Anouka's inspiration shines in beams.
Pulsar void pulse with tick tock astral gleam.
Anouka swirls in streaming swooshy dreams!
I met Anouka in an artist's dream.
Blue studio shined.
Cosmic clouds swiftly divined.
Ethereal finds.
Cloudy blue sculptures
Await dreaming visitors,
Future creators.
There was a table
With rectangular artworks,
Each with its own cloud.
The shapes were simple,
Embedded in the dreamscape,
Clouds becoming bright.
Art from inner mind,
As soul relays a message
About tomorrow.
Sparkling bright jewel,
Delightful blue renewal.
Absorb the meaning.
Sparkle fizz fuzz fizz
Inner whoah woo woo night bizz
Whoosh whoosh stars sizzle!