for the Wondrous Thingamajig Contest
I stood on a temple
and it landed in front of me
in the middle of the night.
An apparition I thought
but I walked around it
to take in its dimensions
another life.
The object was a saucer
metal and round
much like my mother
said she saw— neighbors
called her crazy.
Reporters wrote for years
the government kept
their sightings secret
afraid they would change
the world
but my mother was telling others.
A being stepped out the vehicle
someone a little different
perhaps.
We gazed at each other and waved
a secret language we shared.
I asked myself
if I wrote a poem
about the experience
and kept it in a dresser drawer
would it still be a poem.
I asked myself who I could show.
The temple was in a desert
few have seen, the moment
a soliloquy.
in quietude of night
my mother
dancing with stars
H-E-A-L-T-H-C-A-R-E
So peace of mind washes away the fear
When someone holds your hand and takes care of you.
You'll relax more and tend to be less blue.
The Martans have taught me well!
Flyin' high in a peaceful UFO.
Dreamin'.
Love for all!
Taking care of one another,
Even the Extraterrestrials!
Without a plan, we face a sad decree.
Where negativity haunts our minds like destiny.
No joyous sight when bills begin to stack.
Confidential debt is just a heavy sack.
The Martians have taught me well!
Flyin' high in a peaceful UFO.
Dreamin'.
Love for all!
Takin' care of one another,
Even the Extraterrestrials!
Let's go on the UFO where people thrive.
With spatial schools that teach docs to keep us alive.
It will be good to know that Grandma gets Healthcare.
And needy kids will get treatment there!
So, let's fly high and care for one another.
Healthy food, and cures for sisters and brothers!
The Martians have taught me well!
Flyin' high in a peaceful UFO.
Dreamin'.
Love for all!
Taking care of one another,
Even the Extraterrestrials!
Green lights shine on my face,
Lookin' up to the Cosmic Fires!
Shootin' stars, wild lightning glow.
The Cosmos rules the Universe.
Bright lights, as a UFO picks me up
Takin' me to a brighter
Sci-Fi tomorrow!
Oh, Florida's beaches . . .
Flowing waters take me away!
I wanna visit the planets,
Converse with Extraterrestrials
In my Sci-Fi Starscape,
Forever existing, twinkling like Rainbows!
I'm a Cosmic Country, thriving artist,
Makin' bright UFOs to fly Skyward.
Going on spaceflights attracts my mindset,
Feeling sparkling gold Cubist squares inward.
Universal expanse evokes dreamscapes
On Route 66, I can fly upward.
This Cosmic Cowboy has inner mindscapes.
Stars sing a song to calm this twilight nerd.
Texas is so sweet, but Starlight listens.
I'm dreamin' of robots and galaxies.
Cosmic tea with Northern Lights that glisten,
Where Universe shares the keys to be free!
Let's take a trip to other galaxies,
Where extraterrestrials fly in peace!
There’s a boy who’s face hasn’t even found its shape
His mindscape is a landscape falling in and out of place
He hasn’t quite learned how to grasp and hold his space
He’s foreign to the maze of learning from mistakes
There’s a man with a guitar and a sparrow of a voice
His fingerbones made slender for flipping golden coins
He opens up his mouth and opens up a void
He opens up his mouth, and that’s a lovely noise
There’s flowers in her hair and it’s raining on venus
Mosquitos landing on her legs and sucking out her sweetness
The sparrow man sings quietly in an attempt to reach us
The boy sticks to the tune, though his notes aren’t the cleanest
The tiny houses quiet down, the church is bathed in snow
The boy looks up at the green sky to catch a UFO
The man points bony fingers, the saucer is his home
A giant beam hones in on them, and they’re gone in the glow
I wanna spend Thanksgiving in a UFO
Thankin' the Cosmos for starlight's glow!
With veggies and fruits on my plate,
It's a Cosmic voyage that sure feels great!
Flying high, my saucer in the sky,
Mushrooms, squash, and peas roll by.
Thankfulness guides my heart, my art, my song.
At my Thanksgiving table, love belongs.
I want to paint like DeChirico in a dreamy haze,
While Roman columns fill my nighttime gaze.
Jupiter, Venus, and Odin are flying near.
My table is in Asgard with good mead and cheer.
Flying high, my space Saucer in the sky
Bluebirds and Cardinals are singin' nearby.
Planetary voices join in tune
As I sail beneath the Carribean moon.
I'm a Cowgirl, a pilgrim, a wanderin' woman.
The American spirit makes me feel free
With mashed potatoes and Seitan Stew,
Thanksgiving grits, yellow squash, and linguistic brew.
I'm flyin' high, my saucer in the sky.
Blessed be all, with peace to guide
Thanksgiving, the best Cosmic Holiday
Intergalactic with forever racing freeways!
in 1966 the UFOs were so plentiful they chased us town to town
Back when our mothers vacuumed in pearls and an evening gown.
We were terrified we would be lifted up and probed unmercifully.
I think I feared UFOs and alien surgeries until about 1973.
It started as a quiet day..
The sun was bright, the sky was gray.
Then shadows stretched across the ground..
A humming noise, a buzzing sound.
The TV flickered, phones went dead..
A chilling static filled our heads.
The air grew thick, the winds stood still..
A silver light danced on the hill.
From metal ships so vast and tall..
They hovered low above us all.
A hundred eyes, so strange, so bright..
Gleamed like stars in endless night.
No war they waged, no guns they drew..
Just silent stares from ones who knew.
With hands of light and minds so vast..
They showed us glimpses of the past.
They spoke without a single breath..
Of cosmic life, of love, of death.
Of distant worlds with skies so red..
Of fallen stars and kings long dead.
Then just as fast as they appeared..
They turned away, the sky was cleared.
A final flash, a blinding glow..
And in the dark, they let us go.
Now some believe and some do not..
But those who saw have not forgot.
For on that day, both strange and true..
We met the ones who always knew.
I'm not lying ;-)
I saw it flying ^v^
high
and
low,
fast and sslloooowww,
in a saucer crying :'(
a Martian was trying
to find a place to go,
jetting to and fro ~~~>
the saddest UFO ***
His girlfriend told him, "Joe -
just get out now - go."
In the cosmos where colors collide/
Under a canvas of vibrant pink and purple tide two abstract figures, hats tilted just so/
Stand tall in the galaxy, putting on a show/
Geometric shapes dance in a minimalist spree, Jazz notes shine like stars, wild and free/
Are they space lamp illuminators, or comedians in flight? Telling tales of the universe, in the stillness of night.
They float through the cosmos, shining so bright. UFOs in formation, or cosmic jesters on a space flight/
Bold colors clash, a celestial array, In this otherworldly realm where a new comedy's hybrid imagination is at play/
Saturn lamps flicker, casting shadows on cosmic dust, While alien beings laugh, bursting at the seams, man, what a rush/
So let the jazz flow, let the universe hum, In this vibrant expanse, all are welcome to come/ Join the cosmic comedy and let your worries fade into the Milky Way/
Under the glow of laugh-N- lamps, in this infinite space. Embrace the abstract and one day visit Mars/
For in the heart of the cosmos, we’re all comedians there. So laugh with the aliens, they brought us here, In the vastness of space, we are all going there/
Media will hook a fish faster than a fisherman,
whatever it takes for ratings, human, spaceman,
jolly green giant if you got the behind to saddle.
you are allowed to bring two items with you
and then you’ll leave forever
we’ll be back, that’s all they said before they left
night was underway, things were always underway
nothing seemed to start or end
every time was in the middle
but this night was pretty
when I found myself already there
looking up at a lightshow sky
the outside, my only companion
when movement emerged between the points
of far off pinpricks and patterns
then colour began and shapes shorty after
as the swirls and spirals drew closer
I don’t know exactly when the blackness
changed fully to tessellates of neon-like blocks
but amidst my threatening tremble
one landed too closely
it was all a bit too beautiful and mouth-dropping
even after all this time, a part of me is expecting
them to return as promised
even though I’m awake now
but so vivid was that night
I often wonder what two items I should choose
just in case
so after it landed
something grey walked out of it
down a ramp that looked like
it couldn't have been
part of the ship moments ago
they appeared familiar
with where they stood
blue bottle eyes scanning
old friends from millennia ago
I think he was trying to put
one of his three fingers
on what had changed,
passing clouds smirking
as they drifted by,
anyway, to cut a long story short,
they seemed a bit put out
and it was all a little awkward
From their vast, blue sky
Comes a flash of chrome,
A circular ship looking to dock
In a safe harbour to call home
Looking for a new world
While I hover in and out,
Inhabited by intelligent life
Free of fear and doubt
I only observe these beings
Who become more strange,
Yet, their demeanor over time
Never really seems to change
Yet again, I have to stop
And turn back the way I came,
What was here for a million years
Has evolved to be the same
None here would welcome me
A little man with green skin,
How awfully they do treat
Their very own kith and kin
If I had set foot upon Earth
They would surely raise their fist,
Maybe it would just be best
If they didn't know that I exist.
it was a balmy night
Kansas was ridiculously muggy
hottest July in recorded history
I stared into the night sky
anticipating something, yet not knowing what
irregular lights appeared above the tree line to the west
I stared as they looped and twirled in a strange way
no ordinary aircraft
was I seeing a UFO?
I yelled for my husband, but he did not hear me
the dogs came out to stare into the woods
They never looked into the sky
I saw some flashes
it looks like an alien spaceship I thought
Were they taking photos of us?
it disappeared without a sound
was this my imagination?
Do I talk about it or ignore it?
My husband came out of the house
Did you want me?
I almost got picked up by an alien space ship I said
wondering if they were recording me as I spoke
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