Aliens DO exist and they are observing us guys
The way we interact with each other
What advice do you think they would give us
Would they throw up their hands in disgust
And say, “it's no use... people of earth, you just don't get it!”
Or would they see hope for us and offer to help
Perhaps they've gone through similar “growing pains”
Wherever they come from
And wish to share their experiences with us
At my advanced age, I hope I live long enough to see that day
To suggest that we are alone in the universe
Is absolutely absurd and beyond my comprehension
There are billions upon billions of other galaxies
With billions upon billions of other worlds like ours
To assume otherwise
Is UTTERLY PREPOSTEROUS!
Categories:
preposterous, space,
Form: Free verse
Good news doesn't sense
To mainstream media galore
No bridge on a fence.
Categories:
preposterous, business, discrimination, perspective, social,
Form: Haiku
Aliens DO exist and they are observing us guys
The way we interact with each other
What advice do you think they would give us
Would they throw up their hands in disgust
And say, “it's no use... people of earth, you just don't get it!”
Or would they see hope for us and offer to help
Perhaps they've gone through similar “growing pains”
Wherever they come from
And wish to share their experiences with us
At my advanced age, I hope I live long enough to see that day
To suggest that we are alone in the universe
Is absolutely absurd and beyond my comprehension
There are billions upon billions of other galaxies
With billions upon billions of other worlds like ours
To assume otherwise
Is UTTERLY, UTTERLY, PREPOSTEROUS!
Categories:
preposterous, space,
Form: Free verse
Hours and hours we walked through Birch Grove Park,
Examining all of natures things, to which we would remark.
But what couldn't be, which we did see was a single purple mushroom,
Where are the rest, these are the best, but only a solitary bloom?
We poked it with a stick, to examine it's pride,
Though half-hazardly knocked it on it's side.
Now the park is mushroomless,
Oh what a preposterous mess!
25-September-2021
Categories:
preposterous, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Preposterous that she should spank her little boy
For being sleepy at eight o’clock in a fine restaurant
[Preposterous that I didn’t tell her what I thought
About her inappropriate, unstylish, huge bouffant!]
I would have gotten the whole incident off my chest
Stepping outside my comfort zone, saying my piece,
But I would’ve jeopardized our whole family dynamic
By coming down on my insipid, lousy-parenting niece.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written September 24, 2021
for "'P' Contest, Old or New" poetry contest
sponsored by Constance La France
Categories:
preposterous, abuse, anti bullying, how
Form: Rhyme
Preposterous..?
To our conditioned selves
The proposition of our
Thoughts originating beyond
Our limited body and brain
Seems..well..preposterous..
It remains preposterous
Until life circumstances
Render a new Recognition
Slowly or quantum quick
Of What we are...
Categories:
preposterous, i am,
Form: Blank verse
What?
Preposterous, you said?
No, my dear friend!
It is not preposterous to live and die for love
But
To live and never be able to love, certainly is!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 January 2018
Categories:
preposterous, life, love,
Form: Free verse
The preposterous fictions many
profess to be unvarnished truth
warp the very fabric of our universe --
cause those long dead to walk among us
through the spectral midnights in our minds.
The bone dust of those past millennia
films our eyes, coats our shelves
of sacred primers, those missals
unquestionable in their catechistic
authority -- so we become
the acolytes of those controllers
who have themselves always been
instructed, conditioned, and suppressed
by generations of such teachers --
through example, reward, or punishment.
Think! Open up your mind!
The truly free do not fear to question
and to decide the truth or falsity
of any proposition, any statement
or assertion and to declare
what they have concluded to be true.
Or false.
Categories:
preposterous, books, bullying, change, character,
Form: Free verse
Preposterous Poem of the Day
While working on poem he wanted to write
Of subject about so suddenly lost sight
Soon started searching for another one
To use until new poem was finally done.
People reading his poems were not amused
Because all of his subjects were overused
Worn out, worked over and becoming trite
And of each poem's fact they had lost sight.
Horn then completely changed subject instead
And after his poem has been completely read
He generalized and was no longer meticulous
Each subject he used seemed totally ridiculous.
Not only that was found after further review
Subjects were completely insane and untrue
Way had been was indicative of irresponsible
And itemized it was completely impossible.
By anyone his poems could not be understood
Were outright outrageous, nonsensical and no good
He took each trying poem and then threw it away
Poetry Soup calls them Preposterous Poem of the Day.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
preposterous, humorous,
Form: Couplet
Aliens DO exist and they are observing us guys
The way we interact with each other
What advice do you think they would give us
Would they throw up their hands in disgust
And say, “it's no use... people of earth, you just don't get it!”
Or would they see hope for us and offer to help
Perhaps they've gone through similar “growing pains”
Wherever they come from
And wish to share their experiences with us
At my advanced age, I hope I live long enough to see that day
To suggest that we are alone in the universe
Is absolutely absurd and beyond my comprehension
There are billions upon billions of other galaxies
With billions upon billions of other worlds like ours
To assume otherwise
Is UTTERLY, UTTERLY, PREPOSTEROUS!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
preposterous, science, space, stars, universe,
Form: Narrative
It is not preposterous to think
people are motivated by sin,
A taste of the flesh
will make folks do wrong,
Just so they can toot their
own horns,
It is not preposterous to assume,
that for a piece of a human being,
pests would stoop very low
to stealing a family's heirloom,
It is not preposterous to know,
we are living in a world that
is ignorant and shallow,
the hollowness that exists in
human kind,
will be the trait that leaves
the despicable behind.
Categories:
preposterous, political
Form: Prose Poetry