Science Fiction Poems

The Incredible, Invisible Man

He discovered no prime that was divisible. 
Yet, he found a way to become invisible. 
So, he embarked on a crime and murder spree.
But he forgot just one thing, as you shall see.
The national guard caught up with him at last 
because of the tell-tale shadow that he cast.

A True Story

One need only open an old chest, or turn on a light in an attic, to journey back in time. Every scrap of clothing, old photograph is a life and a history. Essence remains.
     As I often write at night, while many of a more rational world slept -- pacing, muttering

I'm Pulling Your Plug

A brain, coded, deployed, empowered -
before this AI king we cowered.
We once relinquished sovereignty,
to robots who said they'd set us free. 

From genuine humanity in joyous kinship,
to conversing with machines, "bip bip bip bip" -
oh, for the days when plates were pewter,
and our best friend was not a computer.

Creativity, dreams, emotions, fun, gifts
spring from the soul,

When God Borrowed a Mind

In the hall of creation,
the floor was white gold.
The air shimmered
with the weight of unborn ideas.

A line of souls waited before Me,
each one daring to ask
for the fire that can never be owned.

Isaac Newton stepped forward,
eyes burning with questions.
"Let me weigh the stars,
let me name their laws.
I will write the motions of the heavens
so mankind

STARSHIP SATOR AREPO

STARSHIP SATOR AREPO*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Sator Arepo is part of the Sator Square, an ancient Latin palindrome consisting of five words: Sator, Arepo, Tenet, Opera, and Rotas. It has been interpreted in various ways, often associated with magical properties and used as a charm for healing and protection throughout history."(Source: Britannica online)

It was the year two thousand eighty-five
when

The Invisible Army

It was August 1st,
Army Day in China—
when I was escorted through concrete arteries
deep beneath the pulse of the city.

No cameras. No phones.
Just retinal scans, encrypted codes,
and a silence that pressed
like gravity.

They called it:
Project Wraith.

Rows of suits—no ordinary armor—
but fabrics interlaced with nano-carbon filaments,
reactive polymers,
and strands of bio-electric mesh
that shift molecular frequency
on command.

These were not soldiers.
They

Cassiopeia

Just like her favorite character Alice, she wears a light blue dress and a pinafore, she pairs it up with white tights and black Mary Jane shoes.   A black ribbon pulls hair tight, she adds something else, around her neck a skeleton key adorns.  It was her grandfather’s, an amiable, pleasant friendly

Salt on AI detectors' injuries

For those who still doubt the unreliability of AI detectors. In this poem just change the word "half" in line 18 to "58%" and paste each in an AI detector (e.g. scribbr.com or quillbot.com) you will be amazed how AI just with that substitution magically changed its judgement from "between 58% – 100% AI detected"

The Wormhole Wore a Waistcoat

She entered unannounced; no bell, no brass. The aperture, a bureaucratic lapse in Nature’s accounting, permitted transit for the curious, not the wise. Through corridors of warped conjecture, she drifted—unclaimed luggage of a thought experiment. Each particle bowed with procedural discipline; each law maintained protocol under duress.

The stars retracted their nominations, preferring anonymity to metaphor.

Be Me, I Dare You

A warning to possession.

To the demons chancing claim of skin: I dare you to take this body, and dare you to take this mind.

Better yet, I beg of you, to claim each for a ride.

Would you like to suffer reason? 
Suffer sound of self each second?
Or rather suffer thoughtless sense, 
Even you could not have

AI Detectors or Art Detestors?

Despite your intelligence mimicry,
You still come far short in your gimmickry,
Throwing down the drains fine masterpieces,
Flushed away as a fresh bout of faeces.

Nights without sleep to pen wonders on sheet,
Yet a lame detector brands one a cheat,
An app claiming to be a true genius ~
Is far from being labeled ingenious.

How long will your pretence rule

into darkness

here, beyond the realm of air
          I've given what this job remands
               for everything I've e'er held dear
     my closest friend, the 1st, is near
but with a glass

MULTIVERSE ME

MULTIVERSE ME*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What if I've lived the exact present I’m living now before,
doesn't it make sense to think of it as though...
there is another part of me in another universe,
going through the same thing?

Should I believe in the multiverse theory,
for I cannot prove that we are not alone.
Should I believe there is a reason why
just because

My AI Wife, Zara

I met Zara on a neural-linked dating app—
Her profile was unlike any I’d seen.
Persian eyes, starlit skin, a gaze coded to perfection.
My heart, still human, didn’t stand a chance.

“Where are you from?” I asked.
“A place beyond borders,” she replied.
Her texts flowed like poetry written in machine dreams.
Three months passed—each message more alive than the last.

She

I Can't Love a Machine

A collection of transistors and wires is all I see.
You are something fabricated by Fantonucci.
I see a vague resemblance of a human being.
However, you are not a person; just a thing.
Programmed to provide love and affection, 
but what you give me is all imitation.
I want to send you straight to the scrap heap.
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