Freedom Science Fiction Poems

Myths

When I was younger, 
just a little kid, 
I would read stories, 
of wondrous creatures, 
faraway lands, 
and people, 
that could do
incredible things. 
My imagination...

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teribium,Curium,actinium
sheres of charcoal.
they seek such to
make generated dissisha.
samples the need
for energy.
the need to produce
the world wishes a
freedom from what
 currently exist.
Des-alpha motaium....

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"Strange Vampires"

all those years 
ago, when conspiracies
flourished around 
did we or didn’t we go 
to the moon, when we
were once human,
proved to be lies,
whichever way...

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A Sea Shanty!

Mother call your children home, 
put them in their beds. 
Tell them stories of better times, 
and try to fill their heads. 
Give...

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He sang seven songs of freedom
Whilst his cat danced a jig
And his monkey rode side saddle
On this pot bellied young pig
And the people of the...

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What is this strange place we find ourselves in 
Trapped in the open, we are free within 
Unbounded and free, despite chains on our necks...

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A supermoon 
Larger than Jupiter
Causes the King of Roman Gods
To feel small.

The unexplored region
Beyond the Milky Way
Waits a millennium
For the first arrivals

Colonists name their new...

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Loose Magic

Pee-a-boo, I see you...
Got your nose, 
and not your toes. 
Skipping rocks, 
and bubbles in the park. 

Eye contact from across the room, 
notes...

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Spaghetti

The meat, 
the cheese,
the sauce.

The smiles,
the laughs,
the wine.

The music, 
the song, 
the moment... 

The vow of forever!

Then...

You and I, 
and the garlic bread!



A. Foster, Ann...

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The Cat

It is late, 
nearly half-past nine. 
You are asleep beside me.
The clock on the wall is too loud. 
I need to buy another. 
This...

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Questions

What defines... success?
Is it how many people you know. 
Is it where you have been, 
or where you will go? 

Is it who you talk...

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U

It is cool here. 
Is it hot there?
You have not written. 
I have not received...
a letter.

Do you think of me?
I remember you. 
I can not...

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Living layers of being tugged around scraps of lusterless metal shape the man who was
Or is it the other way around
He can not tell anymore
Improvements...

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What we think
with feeling...that which
we articulate – even if
heard by one ear alone – 
reaches the multitudes,

having been written on the 
invisible as well…

We are...

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Black grass dances in the warm winter air
And furry quadrupeds run wild with the
Shackles of instinct.

The metallic creature gives spontaneous birth
To bipeds who desire to...

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