If this G.O.D. is real, then it’s only a matter of time
when we’ll find out if we, mere humans, are worthy
Do we have what it takes to even be considered
for membership? Or must we wander into the Twilight Zone?
Have we developed the proper qualifications
for admittance into the Order?
G.O.D.is constantly intervening
One way, or another
Be it by direct contact - an Angel's voice in the clouds
or secondhand news like the Bible (but It's Good News at least!)
or a crash landing in someone’s backyard (like Roswell)
Why talking snakes or burning bushes
are not a sure sign of probable insanity
One can only imagine
There is so much mystery to be had
Perhaps, it’s time to embrace life by the bells
Even gawk at the enormity of our predicament
It’s time to put aside our petty differences
I'm raising my hand in hopes of being chosen
Because, in my heart of hearts, I know
We may not be the only species
being considered by the G.O.D.
Categories:
roswell, god, science fiction,
Form: Free verse
new mexico site
red blinking lights in the sky
government shut down
major cover up
a military secret
witnesses murdered
curiosity
did aliens land alive
we will never know
Categories:
roswell, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Senryu
This is the story I would never tell
A day that would change everything
When I crashed into Roswell
A malfunction with the wiring
They found me in a farmer’s field
A day that would change everything
I tried to hide myself, to shield
They came in numbers with arms
They found me in a farmer’s field
My presence sounded their alarms
I was just trying to make it home
They came in numbers with arms
The held me, observed me in a dome
They told you all I didn’t exist
I was just trying to make it home
If I was never here, I can’t be missed
This is the story I would never tell
They told you all I didn’t exist
When I crashed into Roswell
Categories:
roswell, sad,
Form: Terzanelle
As everyone knows, the moon is really hollow,
inside that satellite is a matrix projecting engine
of great power.
It has created our reality on earth since
they found the aliens in Roswell
and now it's all hush hush.
Once they tried to convince us that the moon
was made of blue cheese, but its Cheddar,
strong cheddar!
Don't ever be fooled by facts,
they are not our 'facts'
they are nonsensical theories,
lullaby's used to drug our minds
to the real facts that are so obvious
we have become blind to them.
The world really is flat - where do you think
all the dead people go? They fall off the edge
of a cheese cracker, yes
crackers, and this world we know
is merely a snack between now
and infinity.
Check your fridge
the cream cheese disappears late at night
when the digital white mice
raid your stuff.
Open your eyes!
Don't tell me the President is not a Hologram.
Categories:
roswell, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A mysterious girl, we called her Pearl;
though her given name was Jezebel.
Quiet life, a hell, confined to her shell;
her chambers were the rivers of Roswell.
Submerged in Ros, like the nautilus she was,
Her beginning dated nineteen forty-seven.
Her tenure eleven; work was her leaven;
in fifty-eight, she crashed the gates of heaven.
FYI:The mystery? Was Pearl a passenger on the UFO's of Roswell? or the fated USS Nautilus? or both?
written 3/6/2018
Categories:
roswell, 12th grade, character, science
Form: Rhyme
A summer smile stuck on my face,
as I watched a soda truck racing
across the yellow maize farm.
"What is a soda truck doing
in the countryside, far away from
shops and clubs?" my workmate asked.
He looked as though he had witnessed
the Roswell event personally.
"Something isn't right," he added.
I smiled and gazed at the truck,
as it became bigger and bigger.
Monotonous tastelessness of rain water,
would soon be replaced by a fizzy, sweet
sensation to my tastebuds.
This would be the dozenth time I tasted
soda without actually drinking it.
Categories:
roswell, dream, fantasy, fun, humor,
Form: Narrative
Roswell Invaders
play Las Vegas Fifty-Ones
in one special game
Categories:
roswell, baseball,
Form: Haiku
When you look up in the sky and you see those floating lights going side to side and up
and down and not in a straight line…it’s cuz them UFO people are drinking my profits. And you and yours are arresting me for just makin’ a little shine but not goin’ after those
extra-tarrestrials for flying drunk is crazy.
You need to get them people from Area 51 and Roswell to investigate cuz you’re killing my way of life.
I’ve written to the NSA about this, and they haven’t said a thing…and just between you
and me, I knows they spying on everyone’s phone so when people send them nudie
pictures of themselves to each other and stuff and those sext messages I’d like to know
whose lookin’ at those cuz I’d like to too.
But anyways, its E.T. and his *****friends drinkin’ my profits and flyin’ around without turn signals or nuthin causin people to hurt themselves cuz their lookin up at ‘em flying drunk and the only reason they haven’t hit anyone is cuz we ain’t grown wings yet. So please get Mulder and Scully, and that one-arm man on the case and let me go home. Cuz I ain’t done nothin’ wrong our founding fathers wouldn’t have done.
When you look up in the sky
5/1/'14
Categories:
roswell, humor,
Form: Free verse
The inhabitants of Quintar V
Were in many ways like Man
They evolved from legless blobs
And from the unkind sea
Ventured onto land.
Their technology advanced
In only a few thousand years.
Hyperspace was soon available.
So the greater minds left to search the stars.
For many light years they travelled.
Through universes and galaxies galore
Generations grew up on their ships
The young were taught space ship skills
And prepared in peace to greet new life.
Eventually they came upon Earth.
And at Roswell began their descent.
But despite all the knowledge gained.
The spaceship into the ground crashed.
The brainiest creatures in all the Milky Ways
Did not know how to land.
Categories:
roswell, anniversary, nostalgia, space, travel,
Form: Free verse
a mystery
won’t snap or break and can’t be cut
a mystery
and will go down in history
although they say the case is shut
the rumours started by a nut
a mystery
Jack Horne for Nette’s Weave a Rondelet
Categories:
roswell, mystery,
Form: Rondeau