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As the times do change, gravity's no well,
Based on past returns divine tomorrow,
So many obsess 'bout how others fell,
'Scape velocity's the air to arrow.
Energy equals mass times lightspeed squared?
It's all just theory, so who the who knows?
Recall how the eyes of Heisenberg fared,
Everything changes when we put on shows.
Explore all about, Cosmos is our bout,
There's always home to visit, just in case.
Discov'ry needs determinations shout,
They flow in, they flow out, those currents of space.
I'll search this pebble, find my own verse,
I'll know it well, this entire universe.
A news flash said there is no tomorrow
And it fills me with a feeling of dread
A pity that more time we can't borrow
This time tomorrow we will be all dead.
A huge comet has decided our fate
Our family gather to say farewell
We all reflect on our lives as we wait
For mans stupidity has unleashed hell.
Scientists tried to change the orbit
Of this giant comet of rock and ice
Missiles sent into space failed to stop it
Also chose to ignore expert’s advice.
Soon humankind will no longer exist
All vaporised in a flash of white mist.
Written on 22nd of august 2019-08-22
For What If There Was No More Tomorrow Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Silent One.
Beneath the yawning azure skies of Earth,
We left our seed to wend the Sea of Suns,
And prove the binding mettle of our worth,
Beyond our violent need for war and guns.
We plunged an aching void of endless night,
Through spinning rainbow nebulae of death,
To wondrous planets multi-hued and bright,
But none with Terra's sweet enchanting breath.
Ten thousand worlds of mystery, we found
Grand vistas, picturesque, for us to roam,
Yet, in the end, we turned our trek around,
Still yearning for those colors of our home.
To wade, again, the meadows of our birth ...
Beneath the yawning azure skies of Earth.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Standard Contest 400, Any Rhymed Poem, Any Theme, A Minimum Of 2 To A Maximum Of 14 Lines" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Nature Scene Orphan Sonnet" Poetry Contest, Dale Gregory Cozart, Judge & Sponsor.
I woke to a tune playing in my head
that was Tim, my mom timed him to wake me.
Tim's a telepathic, implant, module
and till I get up, it won't let me be.
Tim, drop the music, I'm up already
now connect me to my mom... hi, thanks Tim.
Don't bother with breakfast... Tim order some
and then reserve me a spot at the gym.
Hold on mom, dad's trying to talk to Tim
Hey dad...I didn't forget our lunch date.
Did you hear, there's a new upgraded Tim
my birthday’s coming up, it's not too late.
To tell you the truth Tim's been slipping some
if you can't afford it, split it with mom.
(Sonnet)
Mar.8, 2018
Science Fiction - Poetry Contest
Deborah Guenther Beachboard
Across the boundless empyrean region
A band of light is seen in the night sky
Shining to shepherd all the earth's legion
That a naked eye can hardly descry
Milky way is your designated tag
Contained with blazing stars and gases
Lucid moon and wondrous planets you brag
Side by side by other cosmic masses
Your discoveries made us ponder
Like the terrestrial red planet Mars
Morning and evening star made us wonder
Jupiter the largest no doubts and wars
But Pluto you are a planet no more!
Beyond is the secret you have in store
May 4, 2017
Twenty years on I'm visiting the moon,
Enjoying a space tour for retirees,
An experience out-world and a boon:
Low gravity is great for my old knees.
Hotter than the century every day,
I bask and enjoy the blessed relief,
As my arthritis almost goes away,
The sights are so clear beyond belief!
Long days are good for the insomniac,
Staff store solar energy while they can,
Because nights are months; long, cold and black,
And the seniors know how to party, oh man!
Spent all my superannuation way too soon,
Have to help science and settle on the dune!
Digital beauty encoded in space
Densely packaged with binary relays
A hybrid of English et en Français
Dreaming out loungey soft beats and delays
Super 45’s and magnetic tape
Transfers of energy through vintage keys
Trading the lead to entrance and escape
Analog phases alighting the breeze
Delicate spires of open finesse
Hushed drones that mingle in the subsonic
Limitless visions in limited press
Mixing it down into Duophonic
Sensual ribbons of Marxist ideals
Consciously rolling Motorik appeal
He stands and scans the sky;
he searches for a light,
as on that distant night.
"I didn't tell a lie -
I'm not that kind of guy,"
he swore, "I saw that sight."
He spots a flash of green;
it changes then to red.
(A dream his friends, had said!)
He photographs the scene,
to show 'em what he's seen -
too bad his dad is dead.
A laser beam is shot;
he dies upon the spot.
for Andrea's Hexsonnetta contest
I know that I have called this a sonnet, and I recognise that it falls short of such an esteemed form, but it is my first attempt, please forgive me.
in SUPPORT of GOOGLE'S SELF DRIVE CAR
a black tarmac warrior
a technology killing humanity worrier
plotting a course at one hundred kilometres an hour
his fatigued mind begins to wander
they want to take away his freedom
to replace his skills and wisdom
superseding his brain with one of silicon
technology supplanting humanity beyond his reason
Isaac and I Robot showed the way
when with technology protecting humanity we will rue the day
while his mind remains resolute, his car begins to sway
because humanity in control is the only way
then in his old age, his is the first generation
with no licence, but independent automated motion
Along Came Polly and Final Countdown
are the two movies I have seen the most
both movies make me smile without a frown
I don’t watch movies that have any ghost
Along Came Polly is underrated
I think it’s funny and it’s really good
my two top movies are unrelated
and both of those movies I understood
The Final Countdown brings back memories
of a time when I was a younger man
when I’m watching that I relive glories
most memories I’ve tossed in the can
one’s a comedy the other’s sci-fi
nobody ever have to ask me why
-- James Ph. Kotsybar
The zombies are coming; no one knows why –
no time to ponder such things anyhow.
Apocalypse gives us no time to cry.
Survival is all we can think of now.
They hunt for us in slow, relentless mobs
and push past all our barricades by force.
We stifle our screams and swallow our sobs
to realize we are just their food source.
There may exist a ruling, safe elite –
the privileged who caused our current woes
and watch us as we’re torn apart like meat –
but likely they’re no better off. Who knows?
For us, they won’t sweep in to save the day.
To them, we never mattered anyway.
Imagine all those things we love so well -
the scent of sweet perfume or baking bread -
have disappeared; we’ve lost our sense of smell,
and with that loss, fond memories have fled!
We must learn to adapt but are still graced
with an ability we can’t believe
is soon to perish too - our sense of taste!
All food now loses flavor, and we grieve.
But the worst is yet to come, and what we fear
arrives one day, and all the world must mourn,
for not one soul is able now to hear!
We stay with loved ones not to be forlorn
and cling to them when comes the loss of sight. . .
our final plight - to fade into the night.
*The other day I watched a movie on cable called Perfect Sense. It inspired
me to write this poem. Just think of it - to lose our senses one by one until
the only thing left is to cling to a loved one. That was a very intense movie!
Chimera’s are mythical creatures composed of two or more parts.
Sagittarius, by example, is shown: to be made of both man and horse.
But Myths are not found among the living, except in the mind and art.
For where is the mermaid and her siren song found? Nowhere, of course!
Fiction has brought us fantasies, though life is stranger than fiction, I think.
For, now they’ve found the butterfly is in its life, two very separate beings.
Two separate strands of DNA work at different times within this missing link.
One is for the caterpillar, while the other is for the butterfly’s wings to bring.
One must die, or so they say, to allow the metamorphosis to bring the other to life.
But if they say one is dying… I think not… perchance it dreams, or does it sleep?
Or is this like the Phoenix that dies in flames, to again be reborn amid the strife?
Next time you hold a caterpillar or a butterfly in your hand… think about this leap.
Imagine all the wonder of their secret lives, and all that this can mean.
Not only is it a miracle, but perchance a place where we have found our dreams.
New exo-worlds have recently begun
to reveal their presence to science through
our astrophysicists’ exploration,
utilizing technologies so new
that even one generation ago
such things weren’t considered conceivable.
Outside of a novel or picture show,
they just weren’t conceded believable.
One, near its sun, is a warm, rocky sphere
with liquid water, perhaps an ocean,
which would also indicate atmosphere,
and a peculiar, EM commotion.
While many regard this notion with mirth,
some claim these are broadcasts that dub it “Earth.”
I am the gray, damp, muted mist which slides
Between the large, carved, marble marker stones;
Alone they sit like weighted, gargoyle brides
Above the dried-white, brittle, lambent bones,
Now dead and silenced for iniquities.
I glide inside the dance of death each night
As wasted graves belch loud obscenities
To rage against the blaze of righteous light.
I am but smoke within a wicked wind
But stand as witness to this brutal truth:
The black of death ends not the pain of sin
For evil preys on pulsing blood of youth
And once possessed these young ones will be made
A matrix of malevolence 'till death;
Though even then no evil bows to fade
Benignly, with death's rattled rales of breath.
Do not take lightly words that I now speak;
Great evil thrives when human will is weak.