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In the flow of time to eternity
currents of the river called present where we are
will churn in the future whirlpool of uncertainty,
in its swirl everything known will disappear.
From its depth a new sense of life will float,
sail to the senseless shore of the machine age,
navigated by human robot,
feelings lying dead in artificial intelligence cage.
The expanding universe will shrink,
as space travel will take man
to the distant galaxy’s brink,
and the earth will be visited by the alien.
Global warming will melt all terrestrial ice,
ocean will invade land in times dark,
for its actions mankind will pay the price.
Someone will invent modern Noah’s ark.
Future breakthroughs in gene manipulation
will make in humans leviathan brains,
rogue neurons will design route of mass extinction,
for all the people will then turn into Frankensteins.
October 30, 2019
Contest : I Sense Tomorrow is the Future
Sponsor : Sheri Fresonke Harper
There 's been a changing seasons
over last few decades or so
some think it's space travel
that's caused this climate blow
The seasons seem all mixed up
not know when's autumn or spring
forecast after three days you can't trust
long range prediction don't mean a thing
There's no one wise enough
to tell us what we should wear
in summer sun or winter cold
but it really isn't at all fair
Only the creator of this earth
knows the real reason why
He's the one to really trust
to know when it'll be dry!
For this earth is not eternal
one day it'll all come to end
then they'll be no climate at all
nothing not even a friend
just few mumbled thoughts on weather changes on our climate life
Will I be there on the rocket
Chocolate snacks within my pocket
To fly me to the moon
On a sunny day in June
One day I knew it would be me
As I swim her sea of tranquillity
Gazing nightly at the moon
Singing that Frank Sinatra tune
My space suit is sweaty and hot
A Gucci it definitely is not
Utterly unlike my usual attire
A golden Gucci space suit is what I desire
Soaring up high through the atmosphere
Regretting I’d downed that last pint of beer
As my bladder now tries in vain to retain
On reflection it would have been wise to abstain
Now seeing the earth a spherical ball
As we pass over India ~ China ~ Nepal
Such a weird sensation espying each nation
Our inaugural flight ~ Our space exploration
At last we have touch down, relief to us all
As stretching our limbs we stand up tall
Staring in awe as we gaze through the door
Moon boots walking on mother moon’s floor
Leaving our spaceship we make our descent
No ET’s to mark this inaugural event
No welcome committees with faces of green
No golden Gucci space suits can even be seen
But then I awaken
For it’s all been a dream
15th September 2019
Contest: Welcome to my random world
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Contest Strand Select 3
Sponsor Brian Strand
1st PLACE
They say by the end of this current decade,
space travel will be the way to go,
those flights fifteen hours long
from London to Hong Kong
will take thirty nine minutes or so.
It all sounds quite appealing
but I have a feeling
the reality won't match the dream,
the brainstorming sessions
and artist's impressions
will not all quite be as they seem.
For the spacemen today
before they fly away
must be physically fit, at their best.
They undergo gruelling routines
'till their bodies are lean
and must pass a battery of tests.
There's no way that I
would be passed 'fit to fly'
undergoing 3G stress on a launch,
my eyeballs would burst
and what could be much worse
is what such force would do to my paunch.
My initial delight of making such a flight
has suddenly now lost all its fizz,
with a tear and a sigh
I wave 'bye' to Shanghai,
and so Skegness this summer it is.
I shoot myself into the cosmos prepared for adventure
insight I find as space travel opens me up to new possibilities
I never realized how small I was until this moment
My space suit is more than comfortable, I feel loved
Nowhere is it too tight, I am amazed by the new world I find
I travel from planet to planet on my starship, feeling joy
Other feelings I have never had before, overtake me
I am an explorer, a cosmonaut, opening up to new experiences
the planets embrace my travel, welcoming me, reassuring me
Heaven is here, I can feel her, there is much positivity
Earth words are not sufficient to describe these new feelings
You cannot explain what you have never experienced
I dart in between the stars, feeling whole for the first time
Not caring if it is my last time because now, I have truly lived my life.
Roots to fly with and grounded wings perpetuate the moment
We live looking forward into the past when we tell our story to make
sense and give meaning to comprehend where we head over heels
feel our way into hereafter sequence freedom contingent contextual
roots to fly with we disentangle causes triggers consummate effects
To create cosmos from chaos clarity from abandon havoc mayhem
on our journey our glance and reflection casts eyes mindful soul firmly
backwards gently into the future that holds us the Universe willing free
floating dimension from foundations introjecting space travel and time
The present the gift of the here and now not there and then evolves
resolves resonates in gentle oscillations for that split second glimpse
of impermanence enshrined for ever like a river its currents rifts drifts
and shifts waving and weaving the slow motion picture of gratitude
In roots we trust to dash grounds and firmament search engines to
flatter and flutter steadily glide along as understanding soars bit by
bit pinions prospecting inwards from outwards and back once more
brushed by gentle feathers crested in ever changing balance of wind
We have faith in wings clipped and regrown from deep down and under
watchful cover of essence solution dissolving premises emerging anew
Letting go needs an anchor for take off holding on requires a sail and
after before all life is what we make of it in how we narrate our story
11th September 2016
Space travel is already taking place
in minds all around the world
looking on like alien creatures
but way ahead of the rest of us
talking to themselves, wondering where we are
the weather's fine, c'mon up
we're friendly, our welcome mat is out
never mind the vacant look in our eyes
a side effect of the journey
we had hair when we started out
but baldness is an unwelcome byproduct
especially for the ladies!
well now that I've told you the side effects
you may want to rethink your decision
get back to me when you've decided
and your name will go on the list
now I don't really have the authority
but trust me the reservation
won't cost you the moon... just
your first born and a harem of beauties
not much considering this life-changing trip!
Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, it's off to Mars we go
Walt was away ahead of his time!!!
Unidentified spaceship spotted over Kansas field
One-eyed, antenna-crowned alien at the wheel
Cows stop their grazing to glance its way
ZAP! -- Nothing left in the field but bundles of hay
Wide-eyed farmers swallow the tobacco in their craws
As above crows circle madly, 'midst startled caws
The ship's underside glows orange, white and blue
The President's skin turn greens when it come into view
The pics now go viral, the USA's on high alert
While out in the field, farmers cower in the dirt
Then just as the aliens emerge from their ship
My plane lands-- I wake up: It's the end of my trip
What is It? I asked, amazed and intrigued
A nebula, she said in hushed tones.
We had been taking turns with the telescope when she spotted it
Right outside the spaceship, only 10,000 kilometers from us.
It was as gorgeous as any jewelry.
A teardrop of glowing turquoise in the center,
Subtly surrounded by an oval of the prettiest pink.
It seemed to be surrounded by smoke rings in glowing oranges.
I knew it was mainly hydrogen and dust, possibly a bit of plasma.
But to me it was the world. It validated all I had come to do.
Being an explorer in the year 2067 is not easy but when you come across
Something this beautiful, it makes the days and nights of sacrifice worth it.
I felt we might be at the edge of the galaxy,
Marveling at the orange rings that perhaps signal the next one?
It was the highlight of my life at this point.
I could barely wait to see what tomorrow’s adventure might bring.
Written 6-02-2019
Contest: Nifty Named Nebula Poetry Contest
Inspired by Picture #4: The Horsehead
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Many eons passed on Earth, who only saw your face
Untouched your virgin body, floating there in space
Waxing, waning, gibbous, crescent, quarter, full and new
Selene the Greeks would call you; Diana, Caesar knew
Who would brave the ether, who would cross the void
To agitate the tranquil sea you had so long enjoyed
To softly kiss your ravaged face and return to tell the tale
Of Luna's hidden secrets beneath her powdered veil?
Three heroes took the final quest aboard their fiery steed
In Apollo's silver chariot proceeding with godspeed
Three days and nights they voyaged to their opalescent goal
On Earth they watched and worried in the halls of ground control
One held the craft outside the reach of Luna's jealous grip
While Eagle's talons cradled two who risked the final trip
They timidly approached her through the shadowy abyss
Luna waited patiently and received the Eagle's kiss
Nations watched and cheered on Terra's distant shore
As one man finally took a step no one ever took before
In our hearts and in our minds his words will be enshrined
"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."