Vega Poems - Poems about Vega

I come from the planet Vega In the constellation Megadore Every one of us eats plant food There’s not a single carnivore. To make our food taste better And here the plot thickens We use artificial flavouring To make it taste like chicken. Sometime for variety we even Make it taste like fresh fish Or even beef, ham or pork to Add some variety to our...

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In the heart of the forgotten place, whispers an echo in the twilight and the haze, earns the legend of Vargas Vega Naga, the serpent of wisdom, its mystical embrace. Scales of emerald shimmer under moonlight...

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I am standing In a line scene Cuz my body Needs its caffeine And in front of me some dink Orders a confusing drink Now he’s changing ‘round his order With our patients growing shorter And a sword from Someone’s pocket Now sticks through the Guy’s eye socket Du du du du Du du du du Du du du-du du-du du-du......

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So many Cantankerous, old argumentative men Live all their days in misery, Rehashing and recouping from an old war injury. As Buster the dog slept soundly. An rusty fishing rod, stood in the corner, Buster the dog flaps his ear and wiggles his tail His friend sat in the same spot all day He just wants to go outside...

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The Chevy Vega is something I won’t miss. No other car in Detroit was built like this. Off the dealer’s lot or out of the showroom, the sound of the running engine was a harbinger of doom. Upkeep and maintenance busted my financial bubble. It always seemed to develop some kind of trouble. This was the kind of car leaving many...

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O distant " Vega " I catch your pale brilliance with a fixed, naked eye... as midnight's deep silence stirs thoughts of awe and mystery! Written by Andrew Crisci for Lida-Marie's contest, " Swinging On A Star "...

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Some Paris Hilton wannabe laughed At my cell phone (which was missing the battery cover) As if to say "How pathetic!" As if to suggest "He'll never get laid!" The day was too gloriously Autumn For me to care About the trivialities of some Electronic set of shackles And the status of their condition But(t) I was tempted to throw out some quips Toss some facetiousness around Like feces Just a little...

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