METEOR SHOWER
Promises of celestial bounds;
Creeping solar darkness abyss;
Gravity attache rainbow messages;
Lunar messinger dimensional blight;
Traveling the speed of light;
Justice planets galaxy night;
Stars!
Rain down spacecrafts;
Afar...
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
spacecrafts, appreciation, imagery, universe,
Form: Rhyme
Under the scorching spotlight sun,
this fan stands
fearing losing sight of a star.
Behind, watchers arm
themselves with binoculars.
Our eyes lock.
Lips prepare for
salty launch pad palms
depositing
lover's rockets.
Arms rise carefully.
Wrist rotate positioning
invisible spacecrafts
parallel to the earth.
Hot breath blasts
kisses flying,
floating in orbit
untouched
by gravity before colliding.
Now, one supernova sits
in a constellation
of safe jolts
and virtual crashes
propelled by two who
force breath simultaneously
intent on observing
the resplendent disappearance
the momentary flash
of a first kiss. Pores rise
becoming Braille revealing
how a married stargazer feels
weightless once more.
Categories:
spacecrafts, celebrity, crush, guitar, kiss,
Form: Free verse
3/3/17
Do you believe in an eye for an eye?
Better use your mind
With determination and effort applied
It's in your best interest to try
Because time flies
Opportunities drawing nigh, just may pass you by
Involving wins, losses and ties
In the end what you happened to find
Could've led to suprise
And speculation towards opposing sides
Respect to animals and human kind
We all get caught in a bind
And occasionally need to unwind
While aiming to thrive
As we survive
Along for the ride
Worldwide
Pushing through the daily grind
We all take dives
So continue to rise
And climb
Ever so high
Above terrain waterlogged or bone dry
Day and night
Appreciate life
Before after and during quite the plight
Some just want to pry
And spy
Living one big lie
Does no good to deny
Regardless of if you think you're being sly
Remains covered up with lye
Instead of lime
From here to way beyond Shanghai
Animals, sattelites and spacecrafts fly among the sky
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
spacecrafts, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme
11/14/16
To be honest across this Earth's soils
Conflict and turmoil
That dates way back
Far before spacecrafts, state maps
Or being able to make cash
Opportunity don't waste that
Take a chance
Get on that A.S.A.P.
Before it goes down the drain fast
A long forgotten stash sat
By an abandoned hatchback
With broken and cracked glass
Cults and rituals, one of which is a black mass
Test conducted with lab rats
Some ships at a half-mast
I'm not affiliated with Aflac
Or Nasdaq
On social media, so much sad crap
And backlash
Like a toy dog some just want to yap yap
Even though there softer than a flap jack
Better watch yourself and bag back
Before we really see who has the last laugh
Went out in the wilderness to backpack
With a knapsack
Set up camp at an open grass flat (patch)
In specific things time and or money was invested
As far as recollected
The objective
Changed perspective
And all method within a second
During a time that was festive
It turned out to be effective
Yet unexpected
Certain areas and locations infested
Individual organisms infected
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
spacecrafts, poetry, rap, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Atlantis, the last of the spacecrafts, left this exterior of world
For the scientific expeditions and to discover something new.
Such heroic spacecrafts search new planets, aliens and herald
New discoveries to us that delude our conscience like the dew.
Send no more spacecrafts to search Aliens (even if these exist)
But send some Land-crafts to the Planet of the Poor, this Earth.
The Poor wait, starved and neglected, with an empty open fist
Where to born as destitute is a Curse and cursed is every birth.
A single gram of meal for an Astronaut costs more, yes, more
Than the whole year cost of a poor man who lives to struggle.
Send a Land-craft, at least, to this unexplored planet of poor,
You will discover luminescence of God in their simple smile.
Categories:
spacecrafts, caregiving, places, science, space,
Form: Ode
when he was six,
he cringed in fear
recalling nightmares
of being chased
by those who would,
with a scalpel, peel off,
scrape away and then
wear his own skin
and make him watch
the whole diabolical,
gory, sadistic ritual,
in his mind...
now at twelve,
he has outgrown that,
but fear has given way
to psychotic cruelty
as he salivates
with maniacal glee,
blasting away at
enemy spacecrafts
crisscrossing
vertiginous galaxies
on his PC monitor,
in his mind...
Categories:
spacecrafts, confusion, passion, people,
Form: Free verse