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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
Let's all take a trip to the moon
Go star hopping while whistling a tune
Travel through time, forward or reverse
Visit new worlds in another universe
Then return in the blink of an eye
Imagine a sub going deep in the ocean
An underwater world where everything is slow motion
Gaze at the mountains that once breathed fresh air
Valleys covered with flowers and life everywhere
Now frozen in time a living tomb of the past
Inhabited by strange creatures, a sci-fi movie cast
Sunken ships of adventurers, reminders of wars
Lost treasures, such beauty and fathoms more
We're surfacing, please blink your eyes
Let's walk the tight wire of love to the heart
One side is bright, the other is dark
A major attraction on the virtual tour
We could stay here for days and talk, I'm sure
The heart is the jukebox, if you will
Songs it plays depends how you feel
Happy songs, sad songs, even songs of violence
Occasionally we unplug it and sit in silence
Time to go, just blink your eyes
Now look into the abyss of despair
We rarely like to go there
Where time is consumed by the jackals of depression
And hopelessness thrives on dangerous obsessions
Hurry along, just blink your eyes
Take a break, relax, we're nearing the end
Last stop, are you ready shall we begin
Back to reality, right here, right now
Just close your eyes and look around
The incomparable brain of the human being
It all starts here, what you're feeling or seeing
One can go anywhere, do anything, be anyone, be anything
or go everywhere, do everything, be everyone, or everything
The vastness of the mind has no ceiling or floor
Set it free, let it wander, to worlds unexplored
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
It looked like a scene from a sci-fi film
When the aliens roam through town,
In their matching clothes with their faces set
Showing neither a smile nor frown.
With determined strides, lone or in a group,
They went scurrying to and fro
And their stark white shirts and their dark black vests
Told me all that I need to know.
Past their tax-free lairs and their fenced-in rooms
We drove, wondering mostly why
Folks would get sucked in to this seeming cult
As reality passes them by.
Anyone can choose how to live his life
And so, too, Scientology peeps,
But observing them, all that I can say
Is it gave me a case of the creeps.
Don't trust those metaphors, my darling
They all lie
The wind is the air's alphabet
The earth knows the cosmic way by heart
Birds sing from hunger
Stars understand people
Better than people understand each other
Sometimes the rain flagellates itself
Like penitent monks
The cars' headlights are happier
Than the eyes of the drivers
The paths of the deserts lead to temples
The dead create dreams for us
That play like sci-fi movies in our sleep
A frog swallowed by a greedy stork
Croaks bravely: Long live the rights of all living beings!
A worm has reached the top of a grass blade
And calls out: Here's the helm of the world!
Black oil erupts in the Arctic
Mixing naturally with falling snow
Many of us are like the full moon
The blood of a rose has signed its name in the headlines
African lions offer communion
To young antelopes before eating them
And toreros in the corridas kill the bulls
In honor of their love betrayals
Time is born to be filled like honeycombs from hives
And you are born so I may be a poet
Don't trust the metaphors, my darling
The entire breed of human beings
Is a lying metaphor
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!
MULTIVERSE ME*
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What if I've lived the exact present I’m living now before,
doesn't it make sense to think of it as though...
there is another part of me in another universe,
going through the same thing?
Should I believe in the multiverse theory,
for I cannot prove that we are not alone.
Should I believe there is a reason why
just because I feel the skies talking to me every night?
Should I believe someone's message is reaching me
through the beams of the moon every night?
My skin soaks in the possibility
like a flower blooming, drawn to the light.
Do you ever think of a time difference
between one universe and the other?
What if I am born here on Earth and after I die,
my soul travels to another universe
and relives the same story?
What if...
I am a piece of my own soul
which is split up and placed
in different universes?
Is this the stuff of science fiction,
or is it non-fictional, a reality waiting to be explored?
*this poem (originally titled "Alterverses") was published in Sci-Fi Stir Fry Anthology, William Mays editor/publisher July 2025.
How high can we fly?
(After all, we must try!)
Like the mythical Icarus
Can we touch the sky?
Yo, the answer is 'Yes.'
We've already done THAT
Soared into space
Returning and landing
Without going Splat
Yet the question remains
Just how far can we travel?
Will we achieve Intergalacticity
'Fore the Universe unravels?
The paradigm for success was laid out long ago
By a sci-fi writer whose name you might know:
Mr. Isaac Asimov, who created Hyperspace with his brain
As he never once in his life ever boarded a plane!
February 26, 2018
6/5/22
Underneath the night sky
No more Mr. Nice guy
My my, how time flies
F*** all these white lies
To you it seems out of this world and Sci-Fi
To me it's natural like a hippie wearing tie-dye
Another high tide
Rarely on the sidelines
Hardly feeling likewise
Much to accomplish in a lifetime
Took some tumbles
Held on didn't fumble
No longer puzzled
Disgruntled
I often mumble
Liquor I guzzle
Then smoke some diamonds or sugar, f*** crumble
Around the corner is often trouble
Feathers easily getting ruffled
Leading to a rumble
We'll see who is the king of the jungle
And who is humbled
Go ahead and chuckle
But how quickly you'll struggle
Then buckle
Before seeing double
Me and a bucko
Finished the job with stucco
Just know
Can't afford to be a Dumbo
Need to do it with gusto
House needs to be jumbo
Bank account needs to be Mutumbo
Got to keep it a hundo
Or I'm donzo
Well, I had dust on my Texas boots
Long week, same long dirt road
Talkin' to my old Mustang
Like the sunlight could enlighten my goal
Sky cracked open over the hayfield
A UFO with green glow in my front windshield
Thought it was the radio talkin'
Till that UFO light dropped on me fast
Now I'm ridin' high in a UFO, my cowboy hat tipped far and low
Got my boots on the dash, see the beaches of Florida below
Left my worries behind, flyin' off into the galaxy, like a Milky Way
Pickup truck to Pluto, yeah; I finally broke through its hole
Out of the hometown, out, the same ol' joke into the stars
I'm ridin' high in a UFO, lovin' my sci-fi stardust flight!
Big flying saucer with a green trucker cap
Said, "Hop in; we're out to new heights!"
Hit a button; we were sky high, shining brightly
Earth's beaches lookin' like a tiny blue marble below
The Martians said, "You sing; we drive."
You talk; I glide through the skies.
So, I gave him my backroad insight
As he gave me that timeless high ride!
Now I'm ridin' in a UFO, a hat tipped low, sunbeams aglow!
Got my boots on the dash; see the big marble below
Let my worries drift away,
Dreaming of the Cosmos
Pick up truck to Pluto, yeah, I finally reached the moon
Away from the hometown, out, the same ol' routine
I'm ridin' high in a UFO, gazing down on people below
From a two-lane, slow lane
To a moon-rock fast lane
Still the same boy, just a whole new view
Got a cowboy cap, looking down from paradise
In a zero-gravity lane
Still country, just cleaner in blue skies, crossing galaxies
Yeah, I'm ridin' through the Cosmos
In a UFO, in a flying saucer
Got my boots on the dash; seeing the world below
Left my worries in the Asteroids, dancing on stars
Pick up truck to Plute, yeah, I finally broke through
Out of the hometown; out, the same problems
I'm ridin' free in a UFO,
Escaped the rat-race
Ridin' in a colorful UFO, and I'm not goin' home, nah, exploring science's mysteries with my sci-fi lovin' heart!
He seems to love the sound of his own voice,
and if he does not get his way, he balks.
A hug from him would make his gal rejoice,
yet little of affection does he give.
For love of science he will always live,
but friendships matter, so he talks and talks!
He’s fond of many things and knows each fact
about his favorite sci-fi shows, and his
use of language naturally is exact.
His gal prefers a kiss to that which he
spews from his mouth, but eccentricity
defines him. She accepts him how he is!
May 9, 2018 for the 'Rhyme Time 3' Contest of Laura Loo
Topic 6 is my title.
Dedicated to the characters Sheldon and Amy from one of my favorite sitcoms: The Big Bang Theory