Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

when in the shade of nothing but books
near the fire, comes the fire-man
instead, got cold, shivering, smart
hold the onions, cause there's no mayo
in fact, another branch from my tree
that become dry.

Mirror mirror of the dragon's shield,
Who is the best knight in our Poetic Kingdom?
Tell me truly is it the one and only me?!
No my lord its not you but a knight called Cafetwo2010!
How dare you choose him over me!
It is the order of the Oracle of maidens. .
They proclaim his right of approval with a magic seal.
I am only the voice of the Oracle of maiden's Orb,
Tell me how I can defeat him?
Can I poison him with red apples?
Or order by air freshly baked pizzas?
I'm having a magic headache,
Going to rest until I find a cure,
Mirror mirror of the Dragon's shield go standby mode!

Somewhere there,
Beyond our knowledge,
Where mystery lives,
Someone hidden
Prepares in advance
Something
That happens
Later by chance .........

Watch for those first detonations of dandelions
Exploded across the fresh green grass
The air is stirring like a highway
Of speeding bees and dragonflies
Like the drones buzzing overhead
Each equipped with a thousand eyes
Little cameras capturing many images
Capturing my aspirations about life
How much machines imitate nature
Life is an amazing circuitry of living cells
We marvel about anything we can make
While becoming trapped in a smog of success
Making all of this world feel in distress
Yet both for creatures near and far
Is adaptation and survival enough for all
If the future becomes our rally call
The battle to discover the secrets of life
Before we destroy it all in its entirety
Ignorance that proceeds enlightenment
Is such a cost none of us can afford
So watch out once again this spring
For the first detonation of dandelions
Exploding across the fresh green grass

awl-writey then; here's how it goes:
Fate selects among names appearing in fuchsia
an' get tossed awl nekked in my threadcount bed
Rain checks and waivers hereby nullified, nope
in this jurisdiction we play joker-card trumps
then into this Carnal Volcano we'll go!

Note the sewn-down circumference
my colossal round bed, call it
The Hunger Gaming of the Shrew
or anywhich old movie likens to liking it hot
Prevented from escape, but feel free to evade
its time to spin that Fateful Wheel...

Bzzzzz-a-bzzz-bzz and clickety -Click-
which name would you guess haps first on the list?
yah Ruby Red Lipstick; a flick of Fate's finger; You In!
More buzz's and clicks as random insists
swipe three more Duchesses away from view
plus the Pizazz of Xanax Confederate Class
and oui, Mon' Amie's
one Pixie Dust Prodigy nearby in the woods
Next up Vestal Virgins League 'low the southern cross
plus a few hard-hitting Theta Babes who until now
ruled across all of CS and the Earth

By now ought to know who among be tossed in
this needlework crafty silk fabric of mine
And as Fate's has ever a task at hand
moves like the wind thru the pines and Opt_In's
oops there goes another misty eyed Miss

Gaining quick trust takes that special touch
enter King Neptune up from the abyss
dexterity of a warm-blooded siamese squid
Anterior suctions lining tentacles twenty
ribosomal genetic expression sequenced their entire length
knocks 'that one' off your bucket list, eh?
and concentrating further on my enclave niche

New discovery abounds in Old World Leather
spreads the toes like spokes on a wagon wheel
nixes last vestige of inhibition
pheremone imbalance in saying the least
Slather oil of musk with glycerine gel
violins' allegro increasing the fever
coil and writhe, intertwine and slip slide
avatars straight out paranormal
Nympholepsia gone clinically wild
to saturation breaks this impossible bed
Never again the collective sigh
having never had buttery noodles like this

awl writey then;
Either what's in your wallet, or
who's hoosier data now?

I'm a daydream doer
That's how I stay busy in my mind
Come along with me and this is what you will find

I walk along the little Venice canal in London
I'm on a sailboat on the San Francisco Bay
I jog on the beach under the Hawaiian sun

Maybe you will understand
It's the only way I can be who I really am
I'm a daydream doer and I might be the only one

I'm on the Eiffel tower on a day there are no protest
I'm in the middle east on a day there is no war
Tomorrow will be even better and I keep wanting more

I'm a daydream doer with my imagination
But real life is another situation
You know everyone needs anticipation

A sip of wine and I'll be fine in the San Fernando Valley
A drive along the countryside would be right up my alley
Feel like a star in my Tesla car let's go shall we

And when there's a thunderstorm I'm safe and warm
In my Manhattan apartment and from the balcony
I look out and see how my money is all spent

I'm a day dream doer
And I know you want to hear more
As anticipation is knocking on your door

gather around, feathers from all shapes
emerging, collecting
and trivial fly, to where all started
the noise that wasn't
sound from all over, except my ears
commotion is created, by, not me
gosh, never been so rested, and alerted
vicious, definitely, burden, all the way
yeah, knowingly.

My eyes once the color of
The sea on a friendly day
Laughs as we float away
Washed in wet alabastrine foam
Soaked us to our knees
I taste the flavor of Khewra
All those many years ago
Never far from these shore

My eyes change like the sea
Now turning a stormy green
Shouts heard by all hands
A twisting and turning tide
Lifting us higher and high
Or lowering us in its depths
Across jagged zig zagged lines
Drifting precariously out to sea

My eyes fall back inside my head
Black spirit awoken from a dream
Drifting into the starry nights
Cloaked in a thousand shadows
Hiding from all the fear
Craving terpsichorean pleasure
Dancing with my demons
Across the deck of passing time

My eyes now soft and maroon
Soaking long in deepest hues
Sighs at the midnight crossing
Deep in its own purple haze
Casting off all my worries
The faces and hands of time
Fleeting pleasure almost gone
Only then washes up on shore

I got stung
By the bug of self expression
Woke up
In the middle of the night
Thirsty for words
The broth of sparkling booze
Was gushing
Out of the wound
I tasted it and got drunk
Kept spiraling
Instead of walking a straight line
Lost my words in the noise
Realized that I had to
Take things silli-ously
And went grazing
In the pastures of pleasure

I pulled myself
From the dark abyss
Of my morning dreams
My brain my restless CPU
Has scrambled bits and pieces
Of my thoughts
Into the colourful
Collection of randomness
I tried to remember it
But the shadows of my dreams
Whispered unspoken words
And fled from me again
Giggling impolitely