Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

I wish I were a robot
With full metal parts
Built with sensible forethought
Even including loving hearts

Covered in modern, stylish clothes
Hiding an inquisitive que vive form
From my head down to my toes
Creating the perfect storm

The superpowers are awesome
With only one tiny little concern
I couldn’t take any direct sun
But, that’s the only downturn

I’d be almost perfect
Precision all the way
With a run away intellect
And foul villains to slay

At work I would be unstoppable
Much to everyone’s chagrin
All my parts would be swappable
Except my heart, buried deep within

Yes, if only I were a robot
Yet, I am thinking the unthinkable
The only better idea I got
Is to be completely invisible!

Climb into my mind,

But be careful, if you walk down the wrong path you can get Lost.

Sink into my bloodstream,

But make sure you get to My heart, if I get hurt you could just spill out onto the floor.

Walk into My Aura,

But make sure you repair the damage with rainbow colour.

Or, I could just imagine that you saw me inside my mind, found my heart and held it, and that you broke all the barriers and put lights inside the darkness.

That would be safer, that I could handle for now.

But ohh how amazing if you were real.

There's this interesting Stairway made of stone, that has many levels.

The top level is smooth and well kept, many people have been there.

The middle level has a few cracks and patches of moss, but you can still walk without falling.

The lowest level is where you have to tread carefully, many crack's, lot's of moss and you can fall off easily.

But the few people who take the time to get to the bottom of the strairs, who have the patience to walk slowly and learn the staircase, they get to see the gentle garden where wonder and magic can be found.

In the Twilight Zone there is an episode called
A Kind of Stop Watch
This guy gets a stop watch which can stop time
He ends up breaking the watch when he robs a bank
Then he is stuck forever with no one to talk to
I think that if you get a majic stop watch
You should press it before you leave home so it stays safe
If you can't part with it then put it in a cushioned case
I do so with my cell phone
What makes this episode one of my favorite is the character
He desperately wants to be a good communicator
But instead is the biggest bore on Earth driving everyone crazy
Including his boss who fires him
If you haven't checked out this series from the late 50's to early 60's
You should, it has a lot of great episodes

There's someone out there He's my ghost.

My being knows him, He was my whole life in my past life.

This life is getting shorter and I sometimes feel like I will miss Him.

But my beautiful Ghost I am here and if we need to wait another lifetime to feel what we have, I am good with that.

Until then let's make memories and live.

Ok guys we gotta watch our backs because
the Terrible Three are planning to escape
from their bamboo cages, and they vow
to hogtie us while we sleep.

You know who they are:
Two rebellious maidens from
the north country and one
from the south..
1. 'Godsprincess,' will neither eat
or sleep til she hatches some
dastardly plan to ensure our
captivity. She plans to put yokes
on our necks and march us through
Town forcing us to sing,
'Hail to the Women'.
But you gotta watch her. She'll
sweet talk you till she gets you
close to her cage then she'll
strangle you with her nylons.

2. 'Doglover.' Now with this maiden
you have to sleep with one eye
open. We had to double up on
the guard with this one. She vows
to drag us by our heels from our
tents and force us to do some
wild and crazy dance around the
campfire wearing nothing but
our boxer shorts.

3. 'Southmiami.' This maiden lives
in the south country and you
definitely don't wanna be
snatched up by this chick. She
vows to throw us to the alligators
in some backwoods swamp while
the 'Terrible Three', dance drinking
moonshine screeching in hysterical
laughter.
Oh, yeah, I'm well aware of their
devious schemes and even as
I write they're crouched in a
huddle snickering like wild
woman.

Therefore, be on guard oh
noble knight's for ye know
not the day nor hour when
ye might be dinner for
the vultures!
Lol.

Cafe

LOVE ISLAND

Beyond my reach to this love island
I castaway my dreams of capture,
To a forgotten place.
No one live on Love island
Except the shadows of dreams
Like a mirror glaring up at the sun.
It cracks the blue sapphire waves.
Beyond my reach
Like turquoise in the glistening sun.
I.feel the heat about to burst open.
To heal my broken ??.heart.
Before I wake up
To start again another dream of being captured to heal my ruthless ?? heart.

Finding your 'soul mate '.

The world makes you believe that is a 'thing.'

After getting married twice, and believing in that, at this old age I realised.

There are a lot of people in this world that could make you happy, and who you are meant to be with at the time in your life that you have them.

But the, 'One special person your soul searched for ' is a fantastic fantasy, something to hope and dream for, it keeps you going forward, and trying with everything you have every time.

But it's a fairytale, beautiful, but just a fairytale...

We marched to the fore,
With bravery and might,
Hopes of wining battle,
But our hopes were out of sight.

The fight hard and long,
swords and spell clashed in the dark,
with the echoes of defeat,
weighing heavy on our hearts.

We fought with all we had,
But the enemy was strong,
And as our numbers dwindled,
We found all hope had gone.

The cost of war is high,
And now we pay the price,
As the echoes of defeat,
Resound in our hearts tonight.

So mourn lost sisters and brothers,
And grieve for what was done,
let the echoes of defeat,
Remind us what's been won.

Never forget the fallen,
Their sacrifice' won't be in vain,
we'll fight with all our might,
To make their memory's remain.

As we march towards the future,
We'll remember what went before,
As the echoes of defeat,
Spur us on to win the war.

We all have a bit of magic,
Coming from within,
You can see it twinkle in an eye,
or a wicked little grin.

Think of all the people,
For whom life is so grim.
they drag themselves from day to day,
with no vigor and no vim.

Just living in the moment,
Makes life a thrilling ride.
Life begins anew each day,
like the changing of the tide.

Don't ever let life grind you
Down to a lifeless bone.
let your inner magic lift you,
before all your dreams have all flown.

Live life as an adventure,
every second filled to the brim.
If you live life just for the moment,
Pure magic will shine from within