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The Dark Planet
The dark planet
Plutonian Craft...light 4 speed
Q6 food alarm...Zark 7 zerod in and
deployed the hunting party....the last
3 planets were void...Zark 7 knew
food would be here. Hunters ascew
they searched the mounain ...neutronian
tracers their guide...the vicious white
fanged creature would be in a cave
blue zerconian lite led their way...they
wanted no part of an early grave
In the far corner the creature growled with contempt
A lazer stun silenced it making efforts exempt
...carried it back to the Plutonian Craft
Quiton heaters cooked it and the crew laughed
Eating and drinking...satisfied hunger
jokes of not getting any younger
Set a course and continued to be blunt...
these humans were tasty and so easy to hunt!
Plutonian Craft...light 4 speed
Q6 food alarm...Zark 7 zerod in and
deployed the hunting party....the last
3 planets were void...Zark 7 knew
food would be here. Hunters ascew
they searched the mounain ...neutronian
tracers their guide...the vicious white
fanged creature would be in a cave
blue zerconian lite led their way...they
wanted no part of an early grave
In the far corner the creature growled with contempt
A lazer stun silenced it making efforts exempt
...carried it back to the Plutonian Craft
Quiton heaters cooked it and the crew laughed
Eating and drinking...satisfied hunger
jokes of not getting any younger
Set a course and continued to be blunt...
these humans were tasty and so easy to hunt!
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
Sci Fi Theme
Shine
The shadow walks in sight of prey,
It has no sorrow, victims die.
In its darkness they will lie,
Will they live, will they die?
From shadow its victims cry.
The shadow kills without regret,
In its darkness we bow in plight.
Will we live life in its dark night?
In its shadow,
We stand alone.
From light it leaps to save the day,
Will light be enough, will darkness lose?
Will shadow overcome, will light prevail?
For who will live, will anyone die?
Will we survive?
In light or dark?
In its darkness is where its at.
In shine of light from that of dark,
The shadow fleeing from its light.
The light is here and we can live,
The light we love now shines just above.
It has no sorrow, victims die.
In its darkness they will lie,
Will they live, will they die?
From shadow its victims cry.
The shadow kills without regret,
In its darkness we bow in plight.
Will we live life in its dark night?
In its shadow,
We stand alone.
From light it leaps to save the day,
Will light be enough, will darkness lose?
Will shadow overcome, will light prevail?
For who will live, will anyone die?
Will we survive?
In light or dark?
In its darkness is where its at.
In shine of light from that of dark,
The shadow fleeing from its light.
The light is here and we can live,
The light we love now shines just above.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
This is the first poem i wrote, it also started me off into my book. If you want to know whats it about youll have to read it again and again.man and woman
man is the most elevated of all creatures
woman is the most sublime of all ideas
man is the brain,woman is the heart;
the brain enlightens,the heart loves.
man is the genius,woman is an angel;
genius is immeasurable,an angel is undefinable
man is the code,woman is the gospel;
the code corrects,the gospel perfects.
man is the eagle that flies;woman is the lark that sings;
to fly is to dominate the space,to sing is to conquer the soul
man is placed were the earth ends,woamn is placed were the heaven begins...
who's meant for each other,only destiny determines....
woman is the most sublime of all ideas
man is the brain,woman is the heart;
the brain enlightens,the heart loves.
man is the genius,woman is an angel;
genius is immeasurable,an angel is undefinable
man is the code,woman is the gospel;
the code corrects,the gospel perfects.
man is the eagle that flies;woman is the lark that sings;
to fly is to dominate the space,to sing is to conquer the soul
man is placed were the earth ends,woamn is placed were the heaven begins...
who's meant for each other,only destiny determines....
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
i don't know what happened in my mindThe House is Mine
My family put me in an old age home
To die like an old man here all alone
They said it was because I was talking to a ghost
A strange thing I never really meant to boast
But she wanted my house for herself to claim
She had nowhere else to go, and didn't have a name
This ghost, she was never my guest, I was never her host
But of all the homes on my street, she loved mine the most
When I finally died one pretty September day
I went back to my house and told her she couldn't stay
She said, "Fine old man, we will play a game,
and every morning it will always be the same.
I will race you to the house and whoever comes in first
Gets to haunt the house for the day, to the loser be cursed."
So we played her game and everyday I would win
I'd stay in the house and haunt from within
The secret of my success was no secret all
While she opened the front door, I went through the wall.
To die like an old man here all alone
They said it was because I was talking to a ghost
A strange thing I never really meant to boast
But she wanted my house for herself to claim
She had nowhere else to go, and didn't have a name
This ghost, she was never my guest, I was never her host
But of all the homes on my street, she loved mine the most
When I finally died one pretty September day
I went back to my house and told her she couldn't stay
She said, "Fine old man, we will play a game,
and every morning it will always be the same.
I will race you to the house and whoever comes in first
Gets to haunt the house for the day, to the loser be cursed."
So we played her game and everyday I would win
I'd stay in the house and haunt from within
The secret of my success was no secret all
While she opened the front door, I went through the wall.
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Posted: Nov 2009
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~imaginatorium~
Head spaced life embedded within never to end not to begin. Capsuled thought in tangents broadform. Capacity simple or twisted no realm. Multiple plain created in jest a simplified place made on your own. Edit the adds an edit the outs illusion grandeur infinite host. Fresh start each time's of virginal block of new paper page spaced in free thought. You'll take. . . where.... will you keep it or share it. . . or just let it go ~
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
Creative free mind in imaginative form:)WHAT A GENERATION
If skies turned red
And seas became orange
Dogs began to talk
Cats started to roar
When I cried I bled
Dancing parrots not strange
Snake began to walk
Humans in the air soar
If horses rode bikes
Donkeys sported cars
Ants became CEOS
Flies became executives
Frogs all answered to mikes
Houses all drank in bars
Pigs blowed pianos
Negatives became positives
All we now know
No longer exists as is
It would be choatic
For the first generation
The second catching on a bit slow
The third a little slow of the biz
The fourth will be prophetic
Then humans will destroy the nation
And seas became orange
Dogs began to talk
Cats started to roar
When I cried I bled
Dancing parrots not strange
Snake began to walk
Humans in the air soar
If horses rode bikes
Donkeys sported cars
Ants became CEOS
Flies became executives
Frogs all answered to mikes
Houses all drank in bars
Pigs blowed pianos
Negatives became positives
All we now know
No longer exists as is
It would be choatic
For the first generation
The second catching on a bit slow
The third a little slow of the biz
The fourth will be prophetic
Then humans will destroy the nation
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
just think about ithow do i know your the one
how do i know your the one for me
sometime your in other times your out
sometimes your online other times your off line
i have not spoke to you before
i day dream about you yet i dont know if you think of me
sometimes your around then other times your not around
its like your hiding then people say thats the one yet how can i tll if your the one..
sometime your in other times your out
sometimes your online other times your off line
i have not spoke to you before
i day dream about you yet i dont know if you think of me
sometimes your around then other times your not around
its like your hiding then people say thats the one yet how can i tll if your the one..
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
searching for my soul mate talking to someone that seem to think their the one for me yet i dont hear from them or see them in a while.
What is Life
I came on earth a seed of life
To become amongst other mortal people of life ,animals insects in this world of life
I was born with fingers and toes
Ten little pinkies and ten litle toes
Daily i grew stronger day by day through my journy of life
Till i grew from an infant on my journey of life
Into my teens i am homeward bound,Information i have stored on my journey of life
locked up stored away for my journey of life
Am propelled into my adulthood like a man but still not know who i am and the meaning of life
My journey was slow now it is fast the years was slow now it is fast
Into my future i am propelled on my daily quest for life
I am one of millions on this earth propelled into are journey of life Some young some old and some inbetween
we are united in are journey of life, as comrades as individuals in Are journey of life
On are mission to make the most of are life are journeys short we make Mistakes we try to learn from are mistakes on are journey of life
What are journey is we /I are not sure but to make a good life for one and all
To become amongst other mortal people of life ,animals insects in this world of life
I was born with fingers and toes
Ten little pinkies and ten litle toes
Daily i grew stronger day by day through my journy of life
Till i grew from an infant on my journey of life
Into my teens i am homeward bound,Information i have stored on my journey of life
locked up stored away for my journey of life
Am propelled into my adulthood like a man but still not know who i am and the meaning of life
My journey was slow now it is fast the years was slow now it is fast
Into my future i am propelled on my daily quest for life
I am one of millions on this earth propelled into are journey of life Some young some old and some inbetween
we are united in are journey of life, as comrades as individuals in Are journey of life
On are mission to make the most of are life are journeys short we make Mistakes we try to learn from are mistakes on are journey of life
What are journey is we /I are not sure but to make a good life for one and all
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
was wondering why we becam mortal and wher life takes usLegend of the Unicorn
enchanted bows, moss laden pasteled in hues of greens an yellowed grasses in the midst a sunlit Unicorn symbolic of magical peace wisdom an purity a rarity of sight an thought. . . . it's said one who creates it's end shall be clouded in displeasure until such time that tests of remorse are passed to lift the curse in turn revives the Unicorn to live it's legend. . . . .
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
inspired by my good friend Andrew and his poem of the unicorn.Wristless
Wristless view of tongue,
with wandering toils,
amongst an eye, and I it'd hung.
Amass listless affliction,
hand designed truth,
and unbrideled addiction.
Choosing for no other choice,
but for a purpose,
reasons with no voice.
Contend spring in recoil,
mounting in tensions,
a self invoked foil.
Retract last day's concern,
a pass of bricks,
and forked roads heading to discern.
Two beasts, begging bread,
teeth, tongue,
Each to, too and two a head.
Words can read in dreams,
road signs,
and pause in broken streams.
Clouded, weary, scented mist,
dew collecting skin,
Reveal to each beast your wrist
with wandering toils,
amongst an eye, and I it'd hung.
Amass listless affliction,
hand designed truth,
and unbrideled addiction.
Choosing for no other choice,
but for a purpose,
reasons with no voice.
Contend spring in recoil,
mounting in tensions,
a self invoked foil.
Retract last day's concern,
a pass of bricks,
and forked roads heading to discern.
Two beasts, begging bread,
teeth, tongue,
Each to, too and two a head.
Words can read in dreams,
road signs,
and pause in broken streams.
Clouded, weary, scented mist,
dew collecting skin,
Reveal to each beast your wrist
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
Just trying something new....it's ok if you don't like it. I would actually encourage you to tell me that you don't.I personally don't like it all put together, but in certain parts, I think I've got some gold :)
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