Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

my lust,
stellar gold.
Star dust,
a story that will never be told.

In a tin can.
through a magnetic field,
like a blind man.
my fate is sealed

all insterments,
Are out of wack.
Alot of hints,
we're never going back.

Life support's failing,
It's hard to breathe.
my body's ailing,
I can only seethe.

I hate technology,
how's it failed me.
I've got no apology,
But I do decree.

Out here there's nothing,
a lifeless void.
on a quest for something,
my ship's distroyed.

1000 souls,
traped aboard.
No one left to extol,
all that we've explored.

I'll close my log,
and then my eyes.
my minds a fog,
no more blue skies.

my life is fading,
I miss my wife.
My ship's not lading,
story of my life.......

END

i flow through imaginary light in a world of exstrordanary things a dreamers delight i see the unseen like a ghost taking flight im a unveiled by darkness in to a sun so bright i ravel through sounds to create sight i soar over hilltops of roses red just wondering down lifes never ending possibilities to see angels in this world to look in a mirror its you the exstrordanary one its you

Twenty-something Lover

-she asks:
" So; the poem.. What's it about? "

" It's about an old man's infatuation
with a Much younger woman --you'll love it! "
-he exclaims

>> Now, just where do we draw the line?

And clearly there are Fine Lines between
all sixty-four squares on the board
between gamepiece and players as well
And while splitting hairs has been the norm
has been a benchmark for
quite . some . . time . . .

Why sure ! I'll have me a twenty-something lover
Love her; And show her
That she need discover
E-lectrical Po-tential
the anodes and cathodes
their incident high voltage
discharge with brilliant, violet-blue arcs
Convulse the entire Being

But will she emerge the wiser?
Will she forsake such childish notion
as kissing and telling for
~exquisite loving~
afforded su-preme design?

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>>That's why we’ better not

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> slipknotforty-one ‘05

~.
~faith insist or rebel fire
~daunted fears the free fall
~the wire, the wire
~pulls taut the braided wire
~
~end-anchor two worlds
~ends-to-ends tied the other
~between them stretch the wire
~to and fro let travel
~tip-toes lasses
~all heels, lads
~to and fro upon
~these tightwire strands
~your mends
~
~two worlds tied to a
~farther away
~a then;
~the now
~never mind the cries
~those who've leapt to
~they've chosen theirs
~forsook finer
~but you, say you;
~constrain these two
~move along straightly
~the wire, the wire
~watch your steps along the wire . . .
~
~
~-end ~Slpk' 41~
~© 10/98

~ Baroque b-q
~,
~Day and days
~and wile and ways
~days and wiles and ways
~,
~whisps of camphor dignant
~two snifters of cognac
~softens the moon, its roon and stays
~pledge to the kindred
~fledgling to a mood
~raising there a tepid smile
~and rue
~and rhyme, and nine
~herbal baths
~the nodding daffodils' startled laughs
~engender a side-path time
~,
~toss away most flippantly
~the boomerang returns
~where We are
~some less regards
~where They may decidedly be
~contents to books undone
~,
~devil may care and suggestion dares
~but none
~a day and days
~awhile
~aways
~are ways and wiles and days
~,
~,
~ Slpk'41
~, , , , 1998

Did you see that shooting star?
Up high in the galaxy so far
I yearn to be in the big, open space
Feel the magic of that wondrous place
To soar like a bird over our Earth
To be able to witness a new star's birth
To walk across the face of Saturn
Gazing upon stars in cosmic patterns
So many places man's never been
Never before ventured by any astronaut team
What if we discovered a whole new race
With big, black eyes too large for it's face
When would I decide it's time to go home?
Would I want to after the things I've been shown?
Although there is so much to be missed
It's the price to pay to live in bliss

“Waking and dreaming”

He looked his victim straight in the eye.
But he shot him anyway.
It takes a special person to do that.
But he did it anyway.

Up and to the left and it ripped the shoulder apart.
It could have been worse but he was a good shot.
That hand gun class had paid off after all.
Still the wound was bad enough and now someone should be called.

Unfortunately that someone hadn’t shown up yet.
Probably would soon enough.
Nine-one-one.
What is your emergency?

The clock on the wall spun incessantly.
He felt he could fly and did.
Must be a lucid dream, thank God.
He wouldn’t do time after all, just wake up and take a shower.

This nightmare was nearly over he thought, half smiling to himself.
What the hell, another quick shot at a passing car just for kicks.
Just then an officer landed a fist to his jaw that woke him up as it knocked him
to the floor.
Landing on the shot man’s bleeding shoulder he became nauseous as he
realized...

A lucid dream is one thing.
Walking in your sleep can be quite another.

Can you feel something is amiss
Can you feel waters salty kiss
Breathing water you can feel
Touching you from head to heel

The dragon king has lived for years
And you are now inside his tears
So as you roll down from his eye
Wonder; why does the dragon cry

Ever since the dawn of man
He’s been the leader of his clan
A dragon strong, proud and cold
His skin a burnished bronze and gold
His wings so strong and yet so light
In his red eyes the lust for life

Once he was man’s fiercest foe
Now he sits and cries alone
The alchemists have gone away
The wizards too have had their day
The knights are dead the damsels too
Imagination’s been run through
By the twisted sword of fate
For gone is love what’s left is hate

Only love can make a dragon fly
So now he sits alone and cries

Rarely writing whats really in mind
making ones read between the lines
sudden burst of rapid wit
As luck would have it
castles of words built in dreams
sentiments of love my fortress redeems

The whirring of the fan drew him from the hall.
He once again was drawn to the cyber call of his computer.
Like a frenzied hunter hearing a twig break in the forest,
He hastened to unlock the virtual world
which was just around the corner.
He knew he could master the challenge be it game or search or query.
He knew this sport kept his mind sharp and practiced and yet it did
Draw him from the elements that were firm
and solid with mass and molecule.
Several hours later he smiled with reckless
abandon as he sent his last and wittiest email.
He had come, seen and conquered. Veni, vidi, vinci.
He had yet again taken on that
Black rectangular monster and mastered it once more.
His thoughts were sharp, his reactions sharper.
His weapons has performed flawlessly. His anti-virus had
kept him safe throughout this battle.
He reveled in his intellect and scurrilous Courage.
The vanquished software knelt before him in humble servitude.
The trumpets sounded and he put the device to his ear.
“A loaf of bread and a dozen eggs?” “No problem....right away dear!”