My little Tornado
See you at the end of incredible
A harvest of likes
A harvest of Loves
Follows you to the end
The end of incredible lust
Found burning between fantasy and dream
My eyes claim to have the answers I seek
But with all the wisdom I stand behind
I fight to right the puzzle of time
Then I look at myself
The truth that hides behind a mind that just won't shut up
Conspiring a flavor
just enough to make you see
The magic of your strut upon the path of surrender
To a place in my mind that makes us both feel alive
Its so intense to live a life
So immense
Should be your heart
In a swirling wind
That brings you to me
In a dream of you
if I could ask
Whats the purpose of those boots with wings
You would have the answer
I ve been looking for
All my life
The copper dust swirls in the silent air,
a ghostly breeze that sweeps the crimson plain,
where shadows drift, untouched by human care.
The lonely rocks remember seasons’ reign,
and whisper secrets lost in ochre hue,
their shapes eroded softly by the strain.
A world of dreamers that wished they once flew,
on tendrils of a storm that seeks its course,
a sky so alien with a tinge of blue.
Within silence, dreams dissolve their source,
the dusk descends as shadows slowly thread,
no birds to sing, yet wind’s relentless force.
A dance of dust now settles just ahead.
Zephyr's on Mars are wild; full of dread.
Earth:
Take off from the mass
Grounding oneself means standing
Barefoot on the grass
Water:
Fills every cranny
Obscure holes are discovered
Circulates freely
Air:
Time to rise to heights
Flight welcomes the curious
Breathe in wise insights
Fire:
Light shining above
Beckoning all Cosmic kin
Through beams they all love
Spirit:
A dream sparks on Mars
Spirits beam us way up there
To converse with Stars
Dream:
Dreams give hope to all.
Why not fly upward in Space?
Bright elementals!
Goal:
I'm flying to Mars.
I am on Mars in spirit.
Will be there on foot!
Looking at you, I see blazing stars,
but kissing you takes me to mars!
Where tears rolled down Signal Hill
there rivulets formed Shadow
following twin’s auburn will ~
through blue moons and red, Mars stared
as Shadow birthed mottled mares
now she rolls back citrus flares
onto face, blemishes dare !
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Contest : Seven by Seven
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Jan.26. Placing : 3rd : Standard Contest
Mankind aims to colonize Mars
We plan to not repeat past mistakes
~ Nature has way of prevailing
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Made it to Mars
I stared at a creature
He stared right through me
Opened my mouth
He opened his wide
No teeth or tongue to hide
Took off my shirt
He removed his
Nothing there, not even one rib
Extended my hand
He stretched his out too
Menacing claws, both tattooed
Tried to head for my spacecraft
My feet stuck to the ground
Stared at a hill ~ future burial mound
To Mars
My memory came calling
Caught me by surprise
Taking me back to a time gone away
Her hair was dark
Voice a little raspy
The freckles on her nose
Made her unique in her own way
SHE MADE HER MARK
I was black and white
She was grey
But somehow we connected
SHE MADE HER MARK
With every word she spoke
I became infatuated with her
Sense of being
SHE MADE HER MARK
Our time together was only a flash
we started a fire and let it burn
SHE MADE HER MARK
She left like a thief but that
Was her way
I often look back at the path of
My existence
And see her footprints
SHE MADE HER MARK
The rocket launch recliner
propels her to the moon;
with Ativan for fuel,
she’ll be to Saturn soon.
When shortly she returns,
both feet upon the land,
and Benadryl departs,
I hope the trip was grand!
we met at dusk in a diner on Mars
the stars were aligned and
the moons shone bright
~ at the very first glance
we knew it was meant to be
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Mars, Musk, And Bond Girls
Mars is again in the news, and Musk has been silent
about going to Mars, perhaps he has found
Another planet more suitable to his temperament
We read that four women are going to Mars, mainly
because they have been astronauts and know
a thing or two about the limitless space if one gets
to far out can disappear into a time that does not
exist and are doomed to fly while drinking tea from
a straw, worrying about whether sugar is fattening.
It might be possible to unclog the dust in hidden
river beds on Mars, it might be that the dust is dry water
that, if we have a magic formula, will spring to life
sing like a waterfall in April, create sweet dams
and a landscape unspoiled by the ugly windmills
Should Elon Musk take a renewed interest in
Mars, he has the will to go there, but will he when
As a leader, introduce democracy among the crew
or demand Mars as an authoritarian regime
I took my new friend from Mars,
to the store not to the bars.
He was accompanied by his little green dog,
many thought he was a funny looking frog.
They messed their little green suits,
so no more fresh fruits.
A diaper they will need,
so they can go home and be freed.
Looking out my back door as the day slowly dies
the sun bleeding colours across the endless skies
of all the hopes I ever had
I never knew would come through
I was hoping for something would show me what to do
watching from my window the night was on the rise
the moon spreading silver above the cloudy skies
of all the dreams I ever had
I never thought would come true
I was dreaming of someone would tell me what to do
hold on to your dreams
(the planets and stars)
and you can fly to the Moon, Venus, Jupiter and Mars
followed my heart wandered into the night
with a case full of hopes wishes and desires
down the path less traveled 'twas a starry sight
and there at the beach I understood
I could be whatever I wanted to be
if I held on to my dreams
and remained true to me
As their twinkle
(starshine)
takes time travel from the past
and light years
(90 billion)
to arrive across a void so vast
altho' we've been to the Moon
(and back)
Venus Jupiter and Mars
how can our future lie
not here and now on Earth
but in the planets and the stars?
We’ll hitchhike to mars
on a rocket not a car,
so say your au revoirs.
We’ll steer towards Polaris, the north star
right through the center of the milky-way-bar.
See, the universe is dark and chocolatey.
Stars that glitter like multi-faceted gems,
are just shiny, yellow, peanut M&Ms,
take a handful, if you’d like, they’re free.
We’ll dodge the silhouetted moon,
which is made of enough coconut macaroon,
to make a French confectioner swoon.
As we go streaking, like a comet’s tail,
drag a finger through Saturn’s rings as well,
those are made of marshmallow.
We’ll pass nebulae made of cotton-kandi,
and here’s a fact Einstein would have found handy,
the speed of light doesn’t apply to candy.
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Ramble on by Toni Jevicky
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