Mothership Poems | Examples

The Programmed Mind

("The Mothership", 2024, original encaustic photo collage)

The Programmed Mind

Riding our brain waves
What we do and say and think
Finds a lasting home
At whatever level
Those vibrations take us.

Do we remember our dreams
What we did, said and thought
As the relaxed state of REM sleep
Molds us, solidifying or disrupting,
Our daytime persona?

Do we consciously seek out
Our own reprogramming
In deep prayer and meditation
Establishing familiarity
With primordial zero-point awareness?

Or do we simply
Follow our impulses like a dog
Basking in the pleasure
Of comfortable routine
And operant conditioning?

It is our mind after all
To have and to hold
Or rather as the case may be,
To reclaim and rewire, 
Program and heal for ourselves.

(4/16/25)

The Age of Abstract

(“The Mothership”, 2024, computer graphic encaustic collage)

The Age of Abstract

We live in a time defined by ideas and ideals
When concepts and abstracts rule
But what’s needed as a balance and antidote
Is grounding in real life
Relationships with others, real people and animals
The real world, of rock and water, tree and sky
And not an artificial world of AI 
Or even naturally human generated intelligence.

We live in an artificial age
When concepts and abstracts rule
As the real world 
Waits patiently within us and without us.

(12/30/24)

What Will You Do

("The Mothership", 2024, original encaustics digitally collaged by Stephen Langer)

What Will You Do

When the aliens come
What will you do?
Will you go dragged kicking and screaming
Only to remember nothing,
Or will you go willingly
With the curiosity of a child?

What’s there after all
In the Great Mother ship,
A portal, a station, theatre of the mind
In multidimensional surround sound
Revealing a multiverse of limitless potential
Or a black hole of limited impossibility?

I don’t know, but it bears considering.
In my experience such things happen without choice,
Like a moth to a flame
Or sonambulator in the dark,
But why not be prepared
With your choice already made?

“Beam me up Scotty”
It’s gotten too crazy down here,
And what I took for an intelligent lifeform
Has turned out to be a mirage.
Ah, much better in multidimensional surround,
Thanks Ma.

(7/9/24)

Rogue Manchurian Monarch

             Street light blinks in timing, 
winking at the seeker kind.
I am an outlander from another place another time.
Everyday signs, give arcane message, 
a decrypted and privileged- 
visage-bestowing-vestige.
The wind flirts in it's honor with his hair, 
his cheeks rubbed like a genie's lamp 
to summon magic there.

Life's golden one lit up by invisible stage light.
Magical beings to and from take their flight.
The crowning it will happen, 
"I feel it in the air tonight."
I am the chosen one, sent to yet a new realm to en-kingdom.
Archons looking on to see his progress, 
Watchers to record and by-stand and slip again between dimensional recess.
Mothership hovers to rendezvous with his highness.

Juice

Brain, heart, and skin all electric
all conduits to awareness.

That kind of electricity flows outward.
Eyes reflect our electricity.
The mothership,
the flesh and bone, the organic innards,
they all work for the cellular transference
or storage of electric energy.

What is my point?

When I say: you turn me on,
that we are plugged into one another.
I mean we are all power points.
Hot stuff.

Of course we can either
recharge or drain.
Friction may occur, sparks may fly.

Dear electron AC/DC unit
you galvanize me.

Beware though,
electromagnetic waves of love
or any other high voltage passion
can lead to unwanted ignition -

please be sure to wear a thick rubber soul.

I'M Just Getting Started

I'M JUST GETTING STARTED
The concrete post is a lazy old thing.
Just sitting there doing nothing at all.
When things happened it was quiet.
The illegal President drove smugly past.
The war erupted and death swept the land.
A natural disaster incinerated the town.
An army of ghosts whistled forlornly by.
In a big roar the alien mothership landed.
With total silence God returned to earth.
All the while the concrete post observed.
It never uttered a word.
Not even when under pretty highly accurate laser fire.
In a pitter patter of dust the concrete post died. 
But it wasn't the end of this old guardian.
Now it was a spirit of its former self.
And continued to rule this place and observe all things.
Especially the End of Days war.
God vshumansvs aliens.
The concrete post inherited the earth.
A planet riddled with death and scorched by fire.
Our old home.

Secret Agent Ant

I watched it crawl across my desk today, it was sneaky, and teeny, but I saw it.
So I followed it, as it progressed steadily away from my eye. 
And it was completely unafraid of big giant me.
I was amazed as I watched it move across a page of paper with printing.
A confidential file, but can an ant read?
Should I shake him off and move it?
What if this ant is a scout from another country?
Gathering data on us?
What if he is taking photos of the missive as he stroll-rolls over it?
I blow gently on the paper, and the ant glides off, gracefully,
Effortlessly, giving nothing away.
Not dropping a camera or
Anything.
Feeling safe, I continued to
Watch his progress, imagining
The trouble I will be in for
Leaving this file on my desk,
As the Secret Agent Ant
Clicks away, sending the
Info back to his mothership.
The ant gives me a wink,
Puts on a space suit and
Disappears.
Uh-oh!

Disappointed With Earth

Back to his waiting mothership 
                Ogo traveled, and in great haste.

The best things he found on this planet 
                       were flour and water paste,
Wild strawberries, prairies, woodlands, 
                     morrel mushrooms, and queen anne’s lace.

These earthlings do not even know 
                    how to get proper rid of their waste.

He reattaches himself to his gynormous saucer in outer space.

Glad to leave the dying planet he has found in this uninformed human place.

Unwed

She sent me a lol on wattsapp
Please pass the ketchup

Mothership gliding in silent space
Umbilically us padded in shiny foil
Her face deflected in a fish bowl
Leaves only guessing about her thoughts
Lets dock Lets talk

Little ingots and tiny orbs
Suspended in the fluid of my sight
Just us against the world
Through the crackling and the static noise
Wincing hard to hear her voice

Her words a soggy sandwich
Pleading as my waning battery
But my head  wouldnt dock with my heart
And somehow we became unwed

She was my torment, I was her duty
Her virtue was the softer call
And that became her beauty
Ive become much softer now
But it doesnt work for me at all

A completed work a naughty boy
Indifferent now to watch me fall

A Mother

A twin she is, 
a shoulder to cry on,
a mothership she is.
A perfect example of God’s love.
your other half,
your advisor,
Giving you guidance when you are lost.
Directing your steps.
Once in those shoes
but now willing to wear your shoes.
Feeling before you feel it.
Your pain her pain,
your failure her failure,
your loss her loss,
your tears her tears,
your success her success.
Patient, caring, loving,
free-spirited, open-minded, open-hearted,
persistent, perseverant, strong,
brave and courageous.
A conqueror she is.
A warrior she is.
Fighting the battle for you.
Interceding on your behalf.
Carrying you for all those months
and enduring the pain.
She is the rock of your soul.
Mother, she is.

Grey Man Make My Jaw Drop Contest

Half past two: “BANG!” Thunder rolling, post, the lights
 
Insomnia now, made coffee, drank, to bed again, no frights
 
Boom! Vibrations of my bed, but still, there's nothing to dread
 
Just another thunderstorm experienced, from my bed
 
Three-AM. So quiet now, but wait! There stood a grey man
 
“Oh, no! Not you again.” Questioning, but he insisted his hand
 
And, like before, there is no choice, and off and away, we went
 
Parallel to the earth and up over heaven, so while flying; I repent.
 
And, as before, so many times, entering the mothership, are my kind
 
Some sleeping, some playing cards, some in surgery, Oh, my crazy mind!
 
Surely a dream, so, I ask, and no one answers, but vacantly stares, in fact.
 
“You, know the answers,” from within my mind, thus seeing, my body, intact
 
And, there I was, on mother’s ship, for several hours, plus more
 
Suddenly, my alarm echoes seven, from under covers; wondering, dreaming lore?
 
Got ready for work, with bags under eyes, disheveled, from astrums' soar 
 
To somewhere  else ~ that I've traveled, innumerable light years before

Starship Remix

Looking into the cosmos now
Hypnotically drawn feeling lifted somehow
Faith has become more endow

My eyes are like a starship
The earth is like a mothership
I am on an intergalactic trip

Traveling from one star to the other
Gravity keeps me grounded from danger
Optimistic about the future

One constellation to the next
Dipict if you can an image out of text
I find the earth to be more complex

Starship

Looking out into the cosmos now
My eyes are like a starship
Traveling from one star to the other
One constellation to the next

Hypnotically drawn feeling lifted somehow
The earth is like a mothership
Her gravity keeps me grounded from danger
Depict if you can an image out of text

Faith has become more endow
I am on an intergalactic trip
Optimistic about the future
I find the earth is more complex

Gotta Get Mine

It's been awhile since I've had a taste.
A smorgasboard of artistic drug laced,
with passion, purpose,skill, and will,
beautiful with poetic appeal.

It's been awhile since my soul has taken this trip,
aboard these vehicles, our mothership,
that take ahold, of my mind and soul
letting me know, whose got control,
moving me, at the reigns,
of how I feel,
making me laugh, one moment,
another driving me to tears,
all the while I'm standing, or sitting still.

For you I am so thrilled,
to concieve, believe, and feel.
Your mere mental images that you paint,
across my mental landscape,
vivid pictures,
leaving me feeling faint.

But then like a fix,
I yearn for more,
poetic pleasures,
to even this score.
To the creator,
I give thanks,
for creating you all,
Poets, my brothers and sisters,
in literal signs,
giving this poetic junkie,
your shared words of love,
of the   'ummptenth'
divine time.

A Serious Black Woman

Chocolate skin
Caramel smile
Cleopatra eyes
Curves and dips
In the mothership
Damm, girl
You sure look fine 
In them
Jordache Jeans
Lookin’ like Tina Turner
Yeah, bubblelicious
Come rain or shine
All that and
A bag of chips
Yes, I fell in love
With her
For real though
I am serious
Aint nothin’
Like a serious 
Black Woman
Now, work it girl
You know what to do

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