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online today!Ancient Astronauts
There was an Ancient Astronaut,
Who was floating up on high,
He spied the puny Earthlings,
With his telescopic eye.
In a galaxy far older,
Than the one that we are in,
He saw men fly to the Moon,
In spaceships of shiny tin.
The astronaut, (he thought),
'Well, that is a good start,
But these people are still primitive,
And some they have no heart'.
'If the best of them can find a way,
To travel 'cross the void,
Then to burn with Earth's destruction,
Is a fate they may avoid'.
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Who was floating up on high,
He spied the puny Earthlings,
With his telescopic eye.
In a galaxy far older,
Than the one that we are in,
He saw men fly to the Moon,
In spaceships of shiny tin.
The astronaut, (he thought),
'Well, that is a good start,
But these people are still primitive,
And some they have no heart'.
'If the best of them can find a way,
To travel 'cross the void,
Then to burn with Earth's destruction,
Is a fate they may avoid'.
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
I have CROWNAFFAIR (over in the blogs section) to thank, for the inspiration, for this poem........
Near The Lonely Zone
Entangled entrapped and alone
I find myself in danger
Near the lonely zone
Not even the birds fly today
I have no hot air balloon I'm just marooned in this hideaway
Few have known near the lonely zone
If I had music perhaps I could plan an escape or at least try
Sometimes music can take you high
Not even the sound of a breeze in this place so I sigh
A slight feeling of despair there's a chilling of the air
The evening is almost gone
And darkness has arrived near the lonely zone
Make myself a drum with old an log and sticks on a trail but to no avail
So I'm waiting for the moon to come along
Please shine moonbeams on me as I am near the lonely zone
I find myself in danger
Near the lonely zone
Not even the birds fly today
I have no hot air balloon I'm just marooned in this hideaway
Few have known near the lonely zone
If I had music perhaps I could plan an escape or at least try
Sometimes music can take you high
Not even the sound of a breeze in this place so I sigh
A slight feeling of despair there's a chilling of the air
The evening is almost gone
And darkness has arrived near the lonely zone
Make myself a drum with old an log and sticks on a trail but to no avail
So I'm waiting for the moon to come along
Please shine moonbeams on me as I am near the lonely zone
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Posted: Jun 2022
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Movie Review: Pet Semetary
I liked this movie
The thought of bringing back the dead
I miss my dog Brandee
But she would come back all mean and want to bite me
I miss my Mom
But she would come back and want to kill me
In this movie a dad grieves for his son Gage after he is hit by a truck
Before that he buries his daughter's cat at the Indian burial ground
The cat comes back all evil and smells bad
The dad buries his son up at the grave yard also
Of couse he comes back all evil and kills his mom and the neighbor
Who says "Sometimes Dead Is Better"
At the end the daughter is the only left alive
Gage gets shot with a poison needle by his daddy
His dad gets killed by his reburied mom with a knife
I read this book by Stephen King and give it five stars
His dad getting killed by his wife who he buried
The thought of bringing back the dead
I miss my dog Brandee
But she would come back all mean and want to bite me
I miss my Mom
But she would come back and want to kill me
In this movie a dad grieves for his son Gage after he is hit by a truck
Before that he buries his daughter's cat at the Indian burial ground
The cat comes back all evil and smells bad
The dad buries his son up at the grave yard also
Of couse he comes back all evil and kills his mom and the neighbor
Who says "Sometimes Dead Is Better"
At the end the daughter is the only left alive
Gage gets shot with a poison needle by his daddy
His dad gets killed by his reburied mom with a knife
I read this book by Stephen King and give it five stars
His dad getting killed by his wife who he buried
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Posted: May 2022
About this poem:
Visiting graves today, Mom, Dad, uncles Gary, Bob, and Delmar, Grandpa and Grandma Radloff, Godfather Bert, Jeremy Jensen( who I student observed during my student teaching in January of 1992, he died in a house fire, classmate Cheryl Hileman who died from suicide and my best friend's mom's grave.Spring Serene
Spring serene such a magic scene
Flowers in bloom blossoms on the trees
Drifting with the breeze spring serene if you please
As the clouds begin to form there will be a shower or two
The gentle breeze is still so warm
Spring serene and every moment is right on cue
I'll stand beneath a tree and here I'll wait
Suspense yet knowingly that soon the clouds will break
Spring serene what a lovely day you make
The brim of my hat and my shoes a little wet
The sun comes out I have no regret
There's a chance for a pot of gold would anyone like to make a bet
Flowers in bloom blossoms on the trees
Drifting with the breeze spring serene if you please
As the clouds begin to form there will be a shower or two
The gentle breeze is still so warm
Spring serene and every moment is right on cue
I'll stand beneath a tree and here I'll wait
Suspense yet knowingly that soon the clouds will break
Spring serene what a lovely day you make
The brim of my hat and my shoes a little wet
The sun comes out I have no regret
There's a chance for a pot of gold would anyone like to make a bet
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Posted: Apr 2022
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Up or not?
Space and time mean what?, How long have I got in this spot? For space to exist, we need time, for time to exist we need space, what does that mean for the human race? We exist in our own personal paradigm, what we believe is true for all our time, we don't know, and we can't believe it's all a show, time and space, law of gravity, you can't fall up? clear for all to see!? But, the Theory of Relativity is not what it seems to be, the greatest minds and all their finds are subject to scrutiny, creation is just imagination, and tomorrow we could fall up if we want to, its up to me and its up to you.
Nothing EVER ceases to exist, it changes form
Nothing EVER ceases to exist, it changes form
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Posted: Mar 2022
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In my thoughts ….!
My Friend
Don’t fret , there is no threat
We have the will
For all the thrills and frills
It’s just the beginning
What comes our way is very enduring
Journey is rough
We have to be tough
Dying to hear your first spoken words
Just like one of a very young baby
Our first meet to look
In each other’s eyes
And to ask in unspoken words
Where have you been all my life ?
Silly me and my childishness .
Don’t fret , there is no threat
We have the will
For all the thrills and frills
It’s just the beginning
What comes our way is very enduring
Journey is rough
We have to be tough
Dying to hear your first spoken words
Just like one of a very young baby
Our first meet to look
In each other’s eyes
And to ask in unspoken words
Where have you been all my life ?
Silly me and my childishness .
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Posted: Mar 2022
About this poem:
Just ……. My craziness lol
Traveling dreams
Diverging roads
Virtual realities
Of traveling dreams
Ghosts gathered to play
The game of Russian roulette
No drama: all dead
The news from Ukraine
Feed on tragedy and pain
Rolling tanks crush peace
Virtual realities
Of traveling dreams
Ghosts gathered to play
The game of Russian roulette
No drama: all dead
The news from Ukraine
Feed on tragedy and pain
Rolling tanks crush peace
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Posted: Mar 2022
About this poem:
Joining the crowd, trying SenryuThe shifting shadows
The shifting shadows
Of the past
Cast by the burning bridges
Over the luggage
Of unsettled grudges
Abandoned on the shore
For the ravenous splashing waves.
The broken spears
Put to rest
No fights
With windmills anymore
Coming back
From the silence of solitude
Carried with ease
By a refreshing breeze
Above the bounding walls
Away
From the shifting shadows
Of the past
Free to explore
Spontaneous sparks
Of alchemical reactions
Triggering affection
Of the past
Cast by the burning bridges
Over the luggage
Of unsettled grudges
Abandoned on the shore
For the ravenous splashing waves.
The broken spears
Put to rest
No fights
With windmills anymore
Coming back
From the silence of solitude
Carried with ease
By a refreshing breeze
Above the bounding walls
Away
From the shifting shadows
Of the past
Free to explore
Spontaneous sparks
Of alchemical reactions
Triggering affection
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
Shifting shadows and spontaneous sparks pulled out the rest of the poemThe life cycle
A pure raw emotion
Shared a shabby shed
With a grumpy lad
And got fed up
With that
She looked for answer
In her quest
Whether she was happy
Or depressed
A funny thought
One day came by
Why not to fly?
And off she went
Into the ceiling -
And left a dent
The sea of boiling soup
Beneath
Was not to miss
She dived
Deep into the pot
And boiled and splashed…
Now fully cooked
Depressed she looked
And smelled like soup..
In her disturbed elated state
She opted to evaporate,
Precipitate,
And start anew..
Shared a shabby shed
With a grumpy lad
And got fed up
With that
She looked for answer
In her quest
Whether she was happy
Or depressed
A funny thought
One day came by
Why not to fly?
And off she went
Into the ceiling -
And left a dent
The sea of boiling soup
Beneath
Was not to miss
She dived
Deep into the pot
And boiled and splashed…
Now fully cooked
Depressed she looked
And smelled like soup..
In her disturbed elated state
She opted to evaporate,
Precipitate,
And start anew..
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Posted: Jan 2022
About this poem:
Inspired by cooking dahl
Music From The Winds
Meditating on solid ground,
Rising slowly towards the clouds,
A place to speak with no sound,
Music from the wind won't let you down,-
Echoes of a long-lost past,
What is forever never seems to last,
The tomorrow that never seems to come,
Music from the wind you and I are one,-
A mystery, yet to be found,
Silent words of love heard too loud,
Up. down, and all around,
As we travel twice the speed of sound,-
A failure to some,
Winner born to lose,
To the end of time,
Music from the wind sings the blues,-
Music from the heart,
And from the wind,
When all else fails,
Only, we; left to exists,-
--Music from the winds,-
Rising slowly towards the clouds,
A place to speak with no sound,
Music from the wind won't let you down,-
Echoes of a long-lost past,
What is forever never seems to last,
The tomorrow that never seems to come,
Music from the wind you and I are one,-
A mystery, yet to be found,
Silent words of love heard too loud,
Up. down, and all around,
As we travel twice the speed of sound,-
A failure to some,
Winner born to lose,
To the end of time,
Music from the wind sings the blues,-
Music from the heart,
And from the wind,
When all else fails,
Only, we; left to exists,-
--Music from the winds,-
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
This one I wrote was back in 9-18-1997. Like many songs I write, it all started out by fooling around on the guitar. I combined this with both slow and moderate tempo strum and fingerpicking.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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