Seventy six million spent
But not a single peep found
Many false alarms but
Not a single alien sound
Plenty of earthly signals
Lots from mobile phones
When it comes to unearthly
Ones we seem to be alone.
And out there in deepest space
The Guardians sigh with relief
Quarantine has held, the galaxy
Saves from the unnecessary grief
That most certainly would
Have been caused by the escape
Out into the universe of
the Blue Planet’s destructive ape,
Categories:
seti, destiny, earth, fantasy, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
Voyager
By David J Walker
You are the ones we left
And knew would never grace
The ports on different paths
And ever will the course
Of our ascent serrate a jagged
Past across a folded sky
The SETI trade winds scan each
Horizon
One by
One by
One
With the digital sexton
Texting the someone’s we
Might never know again
Who may complete us
Categories:
seti, allegory,
Form: Free verse
SETI
SETI is non-sense. Intelligences we have experienced visiting us in Unexplained Aerial Phenomena evolved so very, very long ago that any electro-magnetic radiation
They may have manipulated have long ago dissipated beyond the detection
Of our receivers.
We observe quantum “phenomena,” and have even manipulated
This ?“Spooky action at a distance.”
To our visitors this realm of reality is the fabric of their civilization.
Their communications aren’t mystical telepathy, they exist entangled between energies’ pairings.
How then can our multi-billion dollar ears hear that which exists in realities beyond our
Technological senses?
Somehow they and their vehicles translate into quantum energies,
Able to communicate, even commute through “matter”
Across the universe.
If we survive, we have billions of years of catching up to do.
? Albert Einstein, 1930
Categories:
seti, science, technology,
Form: Narrative
SETI
(Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence)
Ping. Ping. Ping.
Sounds flying around the universe.
Radio telescope arrays scanning,
Dancing, across the endlessness that
Awaits us.
The past, 1000 light years gone away,
Searching.
Flying in geometric patterns
Against the heavens, waiting for a call from the
Darkness of the sky.
Are they out there?
Ping. Ping. Ping.
We search
Looking for what, we are not sure.
What is waiting out there to be found?
We hope,
Perhaps something will hear the ping,
We will answer back.
Ping. Ring. Ping.
Is anyone there?
Each night we chart ourselves into a
Spatial array of instruments, measurements
Of a trillion soaring star arrays.
The blink of an eye and the heavens open up for us,
What more can there be?
Ping. Ping. Ping.
Is it a question that we really want answered?
What happens when the ping finally comes back?
Ping. Ping. Ping.
“We’re coming and we are hungry.”
Categories:
seti, science, space, stars, universe,
Form: Free verse
I am like those SETI-scientists,
clinging on radiowaves;
noise-melodies from outer space,
questing after truth with huge telescopes
and scanning the visible light with satellites,
seeking desperately the limits of worlds apart,
searching for signs of intelligent life
in the desired-to-know universe.
Just to communicate with the extra-terrestrial;
to achieve certainty: there is someone out there,
someone, who is different, yet alike,
who is able to speak my thoughts
without knowing my language,
who still can easily translate my feelings
into the secret programcode of the universe.
An astral-traveler,
who can tame the waves of gravity,
someone, who is faster than the speed of light
and could eat the distance between us.
To be my interstellar compass;
my one and true guidance,
to help me explore this unfathomed life.
Someone, as David Bowie sang at once,
who is able to believe the strangest things,
who is able to love the alien.
Categories:
seti, absence, earth, feelings, science,
Form: Free verse