Standing on a mountain of a distant place
looking along the valley of time and space,
Death appears as roiling,boiling mist,
we might run in fear and desire to survive,
in the end he will claim us all all on his list.
Their is no escape the cry of those who disbelieved,
offering billions to the gatherer of souls in vain,
what use has death for riches and things,
One that can go where he wills and desires,
Reaping all with his mighty scythe sharp and cruel,
throwing all onto his eternal fires.
many will beg and crawl with words of "Im Sorry ",
Save me please, turn your back and hide your ears,
they betrayed you once and will do so again,
destroyed a world for profit and gain
lied to us over and over caring not for mortal souls.
All those of light fear not we may die ,
our essence though will fly to the stars whence we came,
Those who walk in shadowy dark light,
are forever doomed to endless pain.
andre mcintyre 2024 /6/1.
Categories:
vulcans, allegory, anger, betrayal, death,
Form: Rhyme
when it comes to the travails
of the human heart
logic is a poor study
as Diogenes' wisdom gathers a lantern
searching in vain
there is a deeper reasoning
among the bats gathered in the belfry
ratiocination resting on a slippery slope
grasping at a coherent balance
amidst a pyroclastic flow
and although it makes little sense
it never really had to
the sensory faculty never met
with any goal other than
leap before the bottom falls out
and why Vulcans put forth their take
live long and prosper
it keeps the children coming
as well as the undying poetry written
in song as DJs are given to say
this tune is dedicated to
the one that got away
Oregon 10/23
Categories:
vulcans, cinderella, destiny, fate, humorous,
Form: Romanticism
There is a bridge, it crosses over deserts
It cements oceans, binds the icy seas
Flies over fiery vulcans, sings melodious
Breathes over you a cooling welcome song
A bridge that binds where first was separation
Oblivious to race, beliefs, or sex.
Does not care for timidity, bravado
And all it sees is sheer humanity
This bridge is art, its splendor shines in silence
Its poetry is love, its words seduce
This bridges arms wrap tightly 'round who needs it
And on this bridge we feast in harmony
Let's fill a glass, cheers to fraternization
To poetry as art that builds this bridge
'Tween worlds and people, far away and near
To friendship, love, and friends so very dear.
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Blank Verse Iambic Pentameter
8th place in contest: Blank Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdi
Categories:
vulcans, friendship, life, love, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
We humans have a saying,
mind what your elders say
Vulcans have a saying as well,
expressed in a somewhat similar way
Permit me
to do a loose translation
Please allow me
to speak from an alien perspective
As taken from the Hymn of the First Akan-aroula'id:
Pay homage to the ancients,
meld all that the ancients did
We say, mind all that the elders say,
They say, meld all that the ancients did
Translation: learn wisdom from the old ones
Gain experience from another's traveled path
Obtain knowledge from past generations
Let your future be guided
by ancients words that will always last
Categories:
vulcans, science fiction, truth, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
All you can eat Stellar Buffet
Location: Lumera 3 in the Andromeda Galaxy
Sector: 377.21
Come all or come one
But don’t forget your ticket stub
The only place in our Galaxy
You can get Klingon grub
We have Vulcans to serve you
If you want, yes with a tray
We have the latest replicators
So you eat hyper hardy all day
The Borg will defend you
With “Q” as our master cook
The Ferengi will take your payment
While the Romulans give you a dirty look
So come one or come all
To The Galactic Gorge your Stellar buffet
Soon to be opening in
The Galaxy called the Milky Way.
Sept.07.2016
My imaginary restaurant - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
vulcans, adventure, fantasy, space,
Form: Rhyme
Blowing up
On the thistledown tail
Dancing in grooves
Of Vulcans palm
Printed in a horses ear
Swimming in a fish's gills
Cleverly caught
To be spread on butterfly wings
Shouting, “I want the sun”
Til’ our buttress burned
In an atmospheric tumble
Down to a rotten oak stump
Swallowed by a spider
Who creeped into a castle
To spit me out
Onto a mousetrap of mirth
Finally freed
To be knighted
By the goddess of doom
Flicked on the rose garden
Hastily honored
From the tip of the royal thumb
Stomped under sauntered shoes
Of the blackfoot blues
So off I went
Only burgundy beside me
I believe I've had enough
Of this dime-store romance
On vaccinated vine street
Categories:
vulcans, allusion, america, angst, community,
Form: Free verse
since the year of 1952 the city of st paul Minnesota holds
their annual treasure hunt the king and queen of snows
goes out to a city park and hides a medallion worth
10,000 dollars if you are the winner and your carnaville
button is register with the st paul pioneer press
which gives out 12 cryptic clues and this little medallion
could be wrapped in just about anything from diapers to cookies
and the frigid weather here just may make you want to just
stay by the fireplace and sip on hot coco with family and friends
even lucky finder gets to ride along with the king and queen of snow
in the closing ceremony of it's torchlight parade
also watch out for the vulcans krewe for they like to dethrone the king
and leave you with a black smudges across your sweet cheeks
Tribute To The Winter Carnaville
BURRRRRRRRRRR LOL
Carnaville runs
Jan 21-31
Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Christmas In Your Town Contest
Categories:
vulcans, adventure, dedication, education, family,
Form: Narrative