Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

The brush did not say a word
Not sure how I remembered
To let it out
From the abandoned prison
Of the desk drawer.
"Do not forget the water colors"
A voice whispered softly
And off we went
I was not fast enough to catch
The shifting outlines of the objects
And nail them flat on paper
Until the brush took full control
It mixed and shaped and splashed
And gently pushed me
To join the dance of colors

As it was, a minute ago, i was looking at the night sky.. Little Diamonds sparkling in the darkness... A fine linen of mist growing up from the ground.. No breeze.. Just peace and quiet.. Few house lights on in the distance.. Few bugs buzzing about.. A bat dancing in the pale halo of a street lamp.. A cat all dressed in black that would make Chanel jealous, jumped on the garage flat roof.. In complete silence and effortless swift bounce! Above us, Orion is glistening.. The milky way appears to the eyes when those take the time to let the universe entered your mind.. It is physical, sensual.. And then deeply moving.. Spiritual.. Suddenly you belong.. You know all.. You are all.. Matter and void.. Space, time, dust, stars.. And then the Big Bang happened.. Ten you opened your eyes only to realise that it's only the dog banging on his metal dish to remind you that it's about bloody time he gets his food! ???? Never mind.. I'll go stargazing another time!

Hello lady I don't know you you're a stranger to me
You wear white gloves and a bright blue dress
I've seen you long ago maybe somewhere way out west

Perhaps Arizona the marvelous grand canyon possibly
I'm not certain I'm just wondering
So I beg your pardon lady you're a stranger to me

You carry a yellow rose in your hand
You take off your shoes when you walk in the sand
You never talk to me but here I am

I'll be leaving on the train at a quarter till three
What if all I've been describing is just a fantasy
Goodbye lady you're a stranger to me

It was there, at a time so long ago
While walking through the darkened alleys
All alone, hate emanating, proudly it stood
The Closet from the pit of Hell

I am a great believer of my rights
The right to make my own mistakes
Of letting go of my past misdeeds
But this, this came from my mortal enemy

Now I would rather waltz with the wind
And swim against the raging torrents
Than to have to deal with this again
But this was not just ‘the chance encounter’

No not at all, not everything changes
Life is much more than just skin deep
When our wills last met, our last touch
Almost I believed that there was no need to leave

But something deep within me dragged me back
Saved me from that awful abyss
And I knew that on this I had to call
As once more I prepared for the battle

The pain … I think … I can no longer take it
It bores into me, through my skull, into my brain
And from there it spreads outwards, like a wave
Burning every fibre of my being, leaving desolation

I was not always like this, at some time normal
I was like you, leading a boring, mundane life
There was nothing distinctive or different about me
Once seen, easily forgotten, part of the background

This was before THEY came, blending with humanity
Unable to be distinguished, silently conquering
I don’t know from where or when they came
I don’t even know how they came, but come they did

Why am I the only one? Why can I see them?
I can see their true shape, hideous creatures
Cold cruel eyes, there is no pity or mercy in them
Those eyes, windows to the depths of hell

They’ve done something to me, attacked me somehow
Day by day I get worse, the pain increases
But no-one listens, no-one believes what I say
I fear my end is near, they will have won the world

Travel light years to the edge of the universe,
Then leap into forever,
Straight to the vanishing point,
The fabric of time then sever,

Through myriad of dimensions unknown,
Past the glow of Heaven's Gate,
Through labyrinthine of black holes,
Transcending the machinations of fate,

Where are we never going? Where have we always been?
The truth you seek so fervently,
Lay waiting at,
Infinity's End.

Come my lads and sit a while beneath the glowing moon
And if you’re sitting still enough, you’ll hear a mournful tune
’Twas in this place some years ago, a lady and her man
Who felt a witching power, and beheld a fairy band

They marched out from yon grove of trees, with faces long and glum
And played an ancient tune upon their whistles and their drums
The sound it billowed louder then, and grew upon the breeze
With tiny wisps of Tule fog encircling the trees

The two were frozen in their place, they could not move at all
And as they watched, the grove of trees became a misty hall
The band marched on and played their tune, and paid them ne’er a glance
But their feet they started twitching as if they longed to dance

Chorus
And the band circled round
And the piper called the tune
While the couple danced without a sound
It ended all too soon

They told no one what they had seen; nor where they thought they’d gone
For they knew no one would understand the power of that song
Instead they slipped away one night, when the moon was full and round
And they went off a-looking for that magic fairy sound

But no one’s ever seen them since, they disappeared that night
And all that people knew was that something wasn’t right
For if they sit alone at night when the moon is full and round
They start to think they might have heard a mournful fairy sound

The ICU heart monitor flatlined,
I rose mystically above the room,
Looking down at all the faces,
Painted in sadness, sorrow, and gloom,

As the last weeping soul left out,
And closed the door behind them,
I knew I was dead now,
Leaving only memories to remind them,

Suddenly, incomprehensibly translated,
Into a marvelous new dimension,
Not of time or of space,
Closer to animated suspension,

Immediately in the Presence,
Of Omnipotent Forces of Light,
I held on with all I knew,
With all my will and might,

ICU heart monitor alarm sounds,
The surgeons rush back in,
The flatline
miraculously spiking,
And I was back in Time again,

I had won one,
Moment In Eternity.

21 August, 2019...Cape Canaveral...

'-and lift off! Lift off of Explorer seven, NASA's first atmospheric sample return probe to Venus!'....

Venus had been born from the same cloud of star dust as its near neighbour and had been hit by clouds of debris left over from the birth of the solar system; but Venus had been hit harder than Earth and her rotation had been slowed to a crawl...on its surface, oceans grew and for a few fleeting millions of years Venus had begun the same road to life as her sister world.

But Venus was so much closer to the inferno that is the Sun..the great oceans began to evaporate, until eventually huge clouds of water vapour hung like a death shroud high above her surface; temperatures rose, pressure increased and the foul vapours from her volcanoes added to the clouds already high in the atmosphere.

And yet, life persisted; a micro organism that rose into the air along with the vapour of the oceans that gave it life. For millions upon millions of years it clung to life, living in a kind of stasis without oxygen to let it breed and evolve.

Then a new visitor arrived; visitors had come before, but they had always continued down to the hell below the clouds, or orbited Venus, probing her secrets; but this one flew through the clouds, scooping up some of the air as it went; then it fired it's engines and soared back out into open space, changing it's course and heading back whence it came, the blue, living earth.

In the sealed canister within the probe, the organism cooled and began to emit radiation; as the probe neared Earth, NASA control detected the emissions, and the decision was made to destroy the probe and it's cargo before it could enter the Earth's atmosphere. But the scientists had left it far too late; the probe exploded in a silent flowering of destruction on the very edge of the atmosphere... some of the organism survived and drifted down into the thicker air far below. Finding it rich with oxygen, it began thrive and multiply, each cell of each organism dividing at a frightening rate...every few minutes it reproduced. It took very little time for Earth's air to be filled with it.

The organism was inhaled by all that lived upon the Earth...Plants rejected it at once, animals likewise, their immune systems recognizing this alien intruder and eliminating it. But due to some quirk of human bio-chemistry, the bodies of people accepted the organism and took no action against it. The organism bred and settled into it's new living hosts, doing no harm, just wanting to live. Soon, every person on Earth was carrying the organism.

This would have been the end of matters but for one fact that was to change the World forever; when people died of accidents, violence or natural causes, the organism, deprived of oxygen again, would begin to emit radiation; this stimulated the nervous systems and the mind of the recently deceased, causing them to re-animate... the person they had been was gone, their memories, life skills and everything but the most basic instincts erased. Rumours began on the internet of people who had returned to life and attacked anyone nearby, biting them, clawing them, ripping chunks of flesh from their warm living bodies and greedily eating it.

The organism carried inside a victim would begin to change again, emitting its radiation. This attacked all the organs in the victim's body, specifically the renal and respiratory systems; they would die within 24 to 48 hours, then re-animate and attack more people. Then their came news reports of apparently random attacks on people; the authorities in most nations tried to clamp down on the news; they were unable and ill equipped to deal with what they were facing.

This continues for some weeks, the amount of victims and re-animates increasing until the critical mass required to interfere with the functioning of organized society was reached.

The apocalypse had begun.

With reluctance friends enter the unexplored woods
immediately Mosquitoes try infiltrating their hoods
They suddenly become spooked by an eerie sound
as other airborne pest begin to swarm around

They commence to machete through dense brush
moving cautiously determined to stay hush
Group huddles closer while forwarding deeper
faces depict fear of alerting a Predacious sleeper

Body parts bleed from prickly scratches
shedded skins lay visible in patches
Ominous echoes permeate their ears
eyes opened wide reflect hidden fears

They turn to one another uttering not a peep
realizing they may have ventured too deep
They seem paralyzed about what to do
adrenaline gives fight to continue through

Each stare at one another with thoughts the same
let's fall back to entrance from which we came
They all scurry as their hearts intensely pound
after exit exhaustion drops them to the ground