*Image of Spaceship, Extraterrestrial by Pixabay.
Quote by Carl Sagan
Keola - Acrostic-Fibonacci
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In time,
Voiceless space,
Earthlings order to
Retrieve what they make out like a
Ship, be an upside down apple pie from planetoid
Europa, like a scratch o’er it. Now you must first invent from where are the origins.
2022 January 17
On a planetoid in our galaxy
lives a being of illumination;
spinning stardust from her palms,
in colored chromatic ecstasy.
Like ribbons flowing from her hands
that whip and whirl in lunar-play;
she crafts rainbows in motion,
electric neon swirling bands.
Brilliant cascade of locomotion
bobbing lights in outer space;
look up to the heavens in wonder
at her bright harmonic ocean.
5-23-2021
ALL YOURS (May 25) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Glossary:
Robodore Planetoid : a settlement of aliens on a planetoid named Robodore; a
portmanteau word for Robot and Adore; it means the
people are like robots and they adore their land
15 Terra Terrain : name of a distant alien star 15 system
Beta Curd Way : a huge super galaxy (like Milky Way)
Multiverse : many universes together
Spacedom : complete wisdom of space, being able to travel freely
in space
Zna : like our dna, the aliens have zna, gigantic nucleic acid
Robodorean : a dweller on Robodore
Spaceducation : education of space
This love of irrevocable
Hold I sent it from empyrean beyond
Nightfall calls stars upon the welkin
My love! Glimpse higher and higher
Preeminent stars which of paragon sheens us
Come nigh clasps for a spell
Scintillating planetoid effulgences and watch us
Afar the intoning troubadour of nightangle bides in earnest to sing
These entire cosmos peek and descry of our love
Oh my leman! Come closer and closer
For thou, I surrender all my psyches
Rouse me by your amiable osculation
Let me romance for quondam in your balmy bosom
Let me trance and sojourn to the bliss.
::Dawa Zangpo
ALIEN
Someone came to my room last night
An alien, I am sure, in frisson of delight
He crumbled on my dilly springbok breasts
And kissed my **** between love and rests
He was good at love, so how could I fight?
He was from a planetoid, a quicksilver lake
He stopped by my humble hut and saw me awake
He never thought of amber swan up for a take
He smiled like an early bird and put out the light
He was good at love, so how could I fight?
He had a wispy whisper to tell his tale
Which began in a Blanagram and ended in a whale
“My little Mary sunshine my hands go downhill
You are an earthling a cure for alien spill
You are a maritime dream of red sea squill”
I burst at the seams, a jiggery-pokery prank, a twist
Our love went on hand in hand and hand over fist
I sang a willow’s song “How a maid can milk a bull!”
I had no hammer, a chisel, a drake or a drool
But he was good at love, How could I resist?
Next day I bled and I was fresh as tart
I slept with an alien and took other's part
After all he was right, he lost his star chart.
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
27th October, 2014