Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

“All stand, the Honourable Judge Actavious Routing presiding.”

All stood as the judge entered the Courtroom. Usually the courtroom had only a handful of spectators present wanting to see justice dispensed, however the nature of this trial had leaked out and the courtroom was packed.

“You may be seated. Case four seven nine, John and Kathy Unschuldig V Red Cow Co.”

“Roger Gettem for the plaintiff Your Honour.”

“Philip Ratzig for the defence Your Honour.”

Roger Gettem stood up and walked around to the front of his desk.

“If it please the Court I will begin with my opening statement.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, here sits the defendant trying to appear the picture of innocence, but the reality is far from that.

I am sure that we are all aware of the advertising slogan of Red Cow energy drink. No matter where you look, or what radio station you turn to while driving there it is. Then when you are at home relaxing they bombard you with their message in your own living room. ‘Red Cow makes you fly.’

Now you might ask ‘who would believe that an energy drink can make you fly?’. Not you and I ladies and gentlemen of the jury for we are far too sophisticated. So who then?

Picture an innocent seven year old boy, constantly bombarded by this advertising desperately wanting to fly. In his spare time he sits and watches the birds circling overhead wishing to join them. One day a thought forms in his mind. This is the world of grownups, if they say it then it must be true.

At the school canteen he buys a can of Red Cow and like a precious treasure carries it up to the school clock tower. He waits until the school bell rings signalling time to go home. He is so eager to fly that he drinks it down in one go, not even stopping to breathe.

When he sees his mother approaching he calls out to her and steps off, he wants her to see him fly. His golden hair shines in the sun and his cry of delight turns to one of fright when he plummets to the ground.

What terrible thoughts must have gone through his mind as he fell towards the ground and the shock of impact as his bones shattered.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, had he died instantly on impact his suffering would have ended, however he clung to life, his body wracked with unimaginable pain. This seven year old was a fighter to the last.

He died cradled in his mother’s arms bathed by her tears. His last dying words to his mother was, ‘why didn’t I fly?’

Why indeed. It is time they were held accountable for what they advertise, Mr and Mrs Unschuldig ask for justice, but most of all Jason, an innocent seven year old asks for justice.

Thank you ladies and gentlemen of the jury.”

I can’t escape this blue distress in moods
This is my fate’s phase under the Thunder Moon
As the goddess of night wantonly tempts we whom
Sacrifice our spirit instinctively to appease earth’s fume
Recklessly or humbly we submit betwixt opulence ablaze
As a creature of the deep, I’m helpless to defend this craze
My body reacts to the violent pull and degree of her velocity
While my feelings are tossed to and fro in the depth of her sea
If only I had a choice or control, I could lend power to my soul
But instead I learned to walk patiently and dance within the flow
To all those who together like me endures this parallel existence
Is there no value in serenity, or a desire to equate our position
Since birth others have always evaluated me as being different
Perhaps the natural world rations to each of us her strength
In the fullness of Thunder's Moon we discover our extent
Within her madness we dare embolden love’s certainty
For within every heart beat craves our own security
By the light of that night we can see tomorrow
As we easily forget any reason for sorrow

July 19, 2013

A woman, she takes the mood she feels, she is a creature of feeling and emotions.

She can be seductive and sexy, a Lady classy and refined, a mystery deep and dark.

She has been called a princess, a wanton woman, a seductress, and angel, and so many others depending on the man and her mood.

tonight I am a strawberry Girl.

He thought…..
I see you would go now….If you could,
But wait my little warrior,
You have never touched the dark,
Nor the emptiness and cold,
Noticed the difference….So stark…
The instant mind change from young to old,
Don’t let your curiosity better you,
Stand your ground,
To yourself be true,
Choose your “Peace”….Solid and sound, and your time,
For it will come, when it is right for you,
To journey ………Through the Myrkewood.

Once again, the Viking is standing by the window space,
Watching white fluffy clouds against thunder black sky,
Engaged in a seeming deathly race.
The darkness that is Myrkewood, in the corner lurked….
Darker black on shadow black.
He reached up, covered space with the heavy cloth window sack,
Wolf regarded him with worried eyes,
Wind now picking up, beginning to whistle,
From previous gentle sighs,
And…behind his dark blue eyes….
A darkening mood…A darkening colour….
It matched the stormy skies…..
As black as......Myrkewood black…….

Where do I go
When I am a sleep
I am there in body and soul
Hours pass so quick

Am I in my body as I sleep
I do not no
Do I walk out of my mind and soul
Where do I go
I ponder this

In my waking hours
My mind is blank for this I ponder where I go some times I dream vivid are my dreams
Some I remember
Some I wished I had not for some time my dreams have come true but I still ponder where do I go

While the spark of my youth
Ignites this old mind,
I can still feel the influence
Of my passion, less time.

So,why mustn't I venture out for a run?
When the unbridled chase
Is only half the fun.

July 18, 2013

The woman sat wrapped in the blanket, next to her lay the wolf she stroked his fur lovingly and lay her cheek on his back,
she heard his heart beat and felt his breathing and her mind was again dancing with the Man who loved her.

As she sat dreaming the first rays of sun filtered over the mountain and she felt the warm rays on her hand, she stayed still watching and tears welled up in her eyes, as she felt the changes begin under her hand.

She stood and stepped back as he began to change into the Man she loved with all her heart and soul and as he slowly turned to look at her he reached out her hand almost touching him as her eyes grew wide and began to change.

He cried out as he tried to reach her hand, but she was already lifting up into the sky and had become the eagle that by day stayed with the Man who she would love for all time, as he would be the wolf that protected his Lady at night.

Always together never appart, but never able to touch in the same form, they would love until they died.

The world will pass me by, in a standstill. The best of us can have our will withered down. When we row in still waters. Never making a sound. By the rising of anytime or rate, passed on to thee. I saw a tear drop fall, from a thousand yards in a window. The tell tail signs of a new sudden widow. If you get the hint of the message? All that's left for her, is a four word passage. Will you follow me?
The innocence was taken, of a designed past. Will the damage show us, It does have a canvas? Winding clocks show their hands to us. Why does time seem like it's still but fleeting. Then four words show up again. Will you follow me?
There once was a winding staircase that someone fell down. And I heard their cry, sounding off for help. Yet I did not help out. Looking back on it now I could have said how. I saw the shadow of a ghostly broken man. who's eyes could not see Because he was following. There is one chance left, for existence. Two steps left for asistence, and the line grew long. As far as my own eyes, could have ever seen. Now, here are these four words again. Will you follow me?

A thousand light years from now
all will be found stuck up in a row
narrowed down by ones weirdness
and all thoughts become meaningless.

No more glissening sun to squint to
just universal everness on a string of solo
reckoning beyond black diamond skies
fiddle tunes to everlasting blares flies

then......

B A N G!

all goes back to normal and here you are
you did not seek out and or went to far
back at the desk in the here and now
that's where I last saw it in the back row.

;-)

This is the strange tale of the Alligator Man
it all took place in the Amazon River, as a young
alligator is looking for food to satisfy his
needs. Above him a large storm was forming,
it had a very unusual red hue inside the clouds,
below the alligator was enjoying his find of a
large sea snake, when all of a sudden the
lightning bolts came crashing down in the jungle.
The alligator was very scared as he made for the
embankment, he tried to take refuge but was hit
by a powerful lightning bolt, he lay motionless as
if dead, within minutes he stirred, but noticed
something very strange, his body was stripped of
his protective armour, and he found the urge to
stand on his back feet, he noticed he was changed
somehow, his appearance no longer looked like
an alligator, his form was more human than before
as he walked through the jungle he found refuge
from the storm and his instinct now was to keep
warm, he lay down and fell asleep, after two hours
he woke up and had changed again, he was human
and found he could make noises through his mouth.
Leaving the cave he came across a group of campers,
he approached them and noticed the smell of food.
He approached the camp and tried to sneak away
with some hot meat that was cooking on a spit, he
went to pick it up but was stopped by a camper, the
Alligator Man looked in horror as they all got hold
of him, after a while they realised he did not
understand them, he suddenly collapsed on the
ground, he slept for an hour but when he awoke he
had become very old, the campers decided to take
him to the nearest hospital as they had not seen
anything like this, they gathered up their camping
gear and then went straight to the hospital, from
the rear of the vehicle they heard loud groans, they
stopped the vehicle and went quickly to the rear.
They saw the old man transform into pure energy.
What had caused this strange phenomena?, it seemed
that the lightning bolt had somehow mutated the
alligator's DNA and it cause an evolutionary change
making the creature evolve each time into a higher
form of life, the final change was pure energy and
thought, perfect in every way.