Random Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

Mirror mirror on the Ceiling,
Explain to me this peculiar feeling
As I gaze into this reflective glass,
I recall the time I Tanned your a**

Towering astride in my leather Gear
The Countess is present she's really here

Strong and formidable kinky too
She's a lot to handle for a guy like you

Mirror mirror on the Ceiling explain to me what you're revealing

This woman I see in the reflection
Is it truly me
Or self-deception

Mirror mirror on the Ceiling
Who's this guy at my feet kneeling

Massaging my toes with frankincenseand & myrrh
Who'd believe this would actually occur

Once a woman oppressed subjugated and demeaned
Now takes flight after being quarantined

Agile winged Crane
Soaring new hights
The released child thrives whilst the flame ignites

Mirror mirror on the Ceiling You now bring comfort and therapeutic healing

[“Bandra Worli Sea Link”]

[A Bridge on the Mumbai sea,
is like a form of an alley
connecting two towns Bandra & Worli!

This raised structure
is a quick exit for cars
melting into a traffic
called a czar!

A Bridge to end the
suffering of a motorist,
And begin a journey of
hope, attitude, happiness
to turn him into a humorist!

A Bridge that went through
many trials, tribulations, oppositions,
where politicians, concerned
environmentalists, destitute fisher folks,
all colluded for its vested interests!

This beautiful Bridge designed
like a musical instrument,
where its cable ropes,
fixed like strings of
a violin looks for a compliment!

Watch the cars passing under
it, acting like fingers,
pulling the strings to
play a buzzing musical
like a singer!

Now, the rush is unmanageable,
Thousands of cars one behind the
other steadily creep,
So, little babies in
the laps of their mothers
go to sleep!

A Bridge where poor
downtrodden and super-rich,
ride bumper to bumper
in antique and 20th.century cars,
enjoying a journey of Heaven
with whistling wind hitting
the occupants header to header!

Oh! How silly of us to
fight by calling this Bridge
many names,
Because, the Bridge is also human,
it gets 'hurt' by the weight of
criticism, showing wear and tear
by these games!

Let's keep this ICON
in a healthy state,
so that more maintenance,
abundant coats of paint,
regular check of overhead cables,
Can keep the toll authorities
always in a wealthy state!

-- The End--
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By two badly rusted gates, unhinged,
It stands before the shadows, cringed,
A low growl building at the back of it’s throat,
Taught muscles quivering, underneath the wiry coat,
Full moon comes from behind a cloud,
Shrugging off the darkening shroud,
Screech from an owl,
Now it splits the night, with a triumphant howl,
From a lone sheep, a frightened bleat,
Change from man to wolf, now complete.

In your white dress
Of satin silk
Like a bride to be
My virgin queen

Hidden you hide
Your wings that fly
For your my guardin angel
Sent from heaven to follow me

To watch and confort me
When times are bad
Alone I feel
Empty ness

Pain dwells in me
I feel pain of life
Negative doughts
Your there watching me

I sence you waching me from
afar waiting watching
For when am down
Then your wings decend and
Your with me picking up my broken spirit

I carry on knowing your there my guardin angel
Your with me in spirit and are looking after me

Once upon a time,
far far away,
it lived sad and lonely
and wept every day.

Sad because it was lonely,
lonely for it was the only
Unicorn that was born
with more than one horn.

The other Unicorns taunted,
they teased, and they scorned
the sad, lonely horse
for having more than one horn.

The sad, lonely horse
couldn't feel much worse.
So, it galloped off to yonder.
Where it went...

...hmm...

...I wonder...

By the last light of the day she hurried to the castle. She only just arrived in time, had it been a few minutes later the drawbridge would have been raised. The heavy gates creaked open as she was given entry. For once luck was with her as the King would see only one more supplicant and she was the one. She was shown into the Great Hall of Justice. There the King sat on his throne looking ever so regal.

Immediately she fell to her knees with her head on the ground and started wailing. Tears were streaming down her face making a puddle on the floor. The sobs became louder and louder, echoing throughout the hall.

The King sat there astonished. He was totally flummoxed. Who in the name of all the Gods was this ugly creature. Never in his life had he seen anything like this. Admittedly, he had led a sheltered life, never venturing past the castle walls, but this thing, it was the height of ugliness. Even his pigs seemed pretty in comparison.

“Please your Great and Noble King, our Lord and Master, The most Supreme Ruler, please help me. I have no home and I am starving.” By this time her hunger pangs were most excruciating. She had gone for four hours without food. “I will do anything that you might require. Please give me food, I will do anything.”

The King was getting more and more disgusted with this creature. He was ready to have her thrown over the castle walls. He did not even want her in his dungeons.

“Bah! Unless you can turn straw into gold you are no use to me.” This statement he thought was rather funny. He let out a small laugh. The Ladies of the court laughed. The nobles of the court laughed, the knights laughed and the Jester laughed and capered about.

By now she was so desperate for food that she was willing to say and promise anything. “Your Royal Highness, I can spin you the finest gold out of straw. Anything at all for you my Lord. I will spin any amount you want but I am too weak. If only you give me food your Graciousness I will do it for you.”

“Did you say that you can spin me gold out of straw?’

Suddenly there was instant silence in the Great Hall. The Miller’s daughter was too concerned to notice what was happening, to realise what deadly ground she was treading on.

“Oh yes, your Absolute Greatness. If only you will feed me I will do it for you.”

This was too much for the King. The thought of gold dominated his thinking. He ordered her to be fed with the finest foods available. If she was going to spin gold for him tonight she would need all her strength.

She dined like never before. Plate after plate of delicacies were placed before her. Plate after plate disappeared into her gargantuan body. The amount of food she consumed would have made five strong men flinch, however, she did it without stopping. When she was sated she lounged back and let out a belch so loud it reverberated throughout the castle.

The first letter of each line
spells the title of your poem.

~~~~ SNOWBALL ~~~~

S now swirling earthward on the breeze
N ude branches covered in the trees
O pen fields a carpet white
W ith Snowshoe Rabbits taking flight
B ulbs asleep beneath the ground
A utumns leaves no longer found
L akes and ponds and rivers freeze
L ayers of snow up to your knees

Sounds like Snowball time to me !! Hee Hee ! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

I was thinking what is a Raghokuith or who is it
When I turned I was shocked, she was about four foot one
Lovely looking in all the right places, but, but ,but
She had four eyes, not the usual four eyes glasses type
But pale blue one, two, three, four eyeballs type
"What are you staring at?' she asked me,"is my bra showing."
I managed to stutter something about those pale blue eyes
"Yes" she said,"my best feature, all the boys go crazy.'
With that she winked her two left eyes at me, twice
"Come on, we cannot hang around here, too dangerous
You landed right in the middle of the migration route."
Just as she finished I heard a weird noise getting closer
"Quick, under your yellow metal beast and not a word"
She shoved me under there without a minutes hesitation
And there is not that much room under a Ford XF Ute
From where I was at first all I could see were hairy legs
Eight hairy legs per creature, oh my God, oh my God
These were spiders, not the garden variety or size
But huge, big enough to step over the car with one step
Do you say one step when they have eight legs, don't know
Seems that even under these circumstances I get curious
I was about to ask a question, she must have sensed it
Her hand quickly clamped over my mouth so no sound escaped
It seemed like forever but probably about five minutes
When the beasts were all gone and her hand relaxed
"Arachnipodes" she answered before I could even ask
"Kill you in five stecs" she saw my blank look
"Five of your seconds, no cure or antidote, you dead"
This was too much for me "where the hell am I"
She looked at me blankly like you would at a silly child
Pointed to the two suns in the sky, "here not earth"
"My name Ettiemarie, I live here, you follow me
Soon you find out, for now, welcome to Raghokuith"

how do dreams come true. are they real when your eyes fall asleep in the bed lays flat in head to toe. is me and the other is flash backs twist and turn. otherwise my brain is soft as jelly and smooth and jiggly is what i feel and. remember is my train of thought in and out he or she is trapped doors. is what i see and think believe photogenic realty now and then. or tomorrow is today and yesterday can be explained in bits and pieces. pop in and out in certain times i process every second and. minute we are all in this together my dreamers.....

Last night while in my wandering dreams,
I found a path that lead into Wonderland,
A wise little fairy at the old wooden gate,
Beckoned me fourth with her wand.

"Come hither" she said "no need to be shy",
"With me you won't get lost",
"To enter here admission is free,
Only back on earth there is cost".

A place of trees and flowers so bright,
Filled with Love and happy times,
An ocean of bluebells swayed in the breeze,
And the fairies all danced to their chimes.

I said to her that from where I hail,
We don't possess wands or potions,
Nor can we sprinkle some sparkling glitter,
To quell our sorrowful notions.

"In your reality" she explained "the same magic exists,
In the twinkle of a ladies eyes,
Not in complicating a tangled mess,
But in the giving of a simple surprise".

"Too much emphasis on possessions you place,
For money and property greed,
Simply hug and allow your hearts collide,
From vanity grow Love's seed".

"Before you leave I have a small gift",
As she rummaged in her brown leather pocket,
"Take care as you go and heed my advice",
Then she opened an old golden locket.

She said "now Mizzy it's time to return,
Find Love, for Love you must",
With an outstretched arm she presented to me,
A tiny handful of her magic fairy dust.