Most Liked Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

David Blaine started off pulling white rabbits out of his hat,

But. Rumour has it they were plastic,


Paper aeroplanes flying over my house,


Come back captain fantasia take me to France,

Ill parachute out and crush the grapes,

Stories of my great escapes through my gate ,

Don't be late captain fantasia,

I'm waiting in my ivory tower ,

Now is the hour,

Before my milk goes sour,


Take me with you captain fantasia,


Peach.

[“Bandra Worli Sea Link”]

[A Bridge on the Mumbai sea,
is like a form of an alley
connecting two towns Bandra & Worli!

This raised structure
is a quick exit for cars
melting into a traffic
called a czar!

A Bridge to end the
suffering of a motorist,
And begin a journey of
hope, attitude, happiness
to turn him into a humorist!

A Bridge that went through
many trials, tribulations, oppositions,
where politicians, concerned
environmentalists, destitute fisher folks,
all colluded for its vested interests!

This beautiful Bridge designed
like a musical instrument,
where its cable ropes,
fixed like strings of
a violin looks for a compliment!

Watch the cars passing under
it, acting like fingers,
pulling the strings to
play a buzzing musical
like a singer!

Now, the rush is unmanageable,
Thousands of cars one behind the
other steadily creep,
So, little babies in
the laps of their mothers
go to sleep!

A Bridge where poor
downtrodden and super-rich,
ride bumper to bumper
in antique and 20th.century cars,
enjoying a journey of Heaven
with whistling wind hitting
the occupants header to header!

Oh! How silly of us to
fight by calling this Bridge
many names,
Because, the Bridge is also human,
it gets 'hurt' by the weight of
criticism, showing wear and tear
by these games!

Let's keep this ICON
in a healthy state,
so that more maintenance,
abundant coats of paint,
regular check of overhead cables,
Can keep the toll authorities
always in a wealthy state!

-- The End--
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He is the Seer of visions
Some people would say
He goes to his own beat
And chooses his own way
To you he may appear to be an ordinary man
But he is a master of disguise
Something others don’t understand
A painter or a prisoner, a fighter at the front
Can be heartily also
And can be pretty blunt
He is into magic and a volunteer of such
And can feel things very deeply
With the Midas touch
Caring and forgiving
Loyal to the end
Looking at everyone
Taking all in as his friends
A superhero who saves the day
And would die to make a point
May even sit back sometimes
And smoke upon a joint
Can be your worst nightmare
And he has proven that too
But what he really is about
Is that he’s into peace and love for you

Orange Carrot, Silver Bream
Yellow Lemon, Warm Ice-cream


Purple Broccoli, Ruptured Splein
Blackbird Poo On My Windscreen


Rabbit Carcass, Maggots Dream
Fish tank Gravy For The Queen


Mashed Potato, Butter And Cream
Japs Eye Wink, Smiley Beam

CERTAIN FACTORS MAKES ONE TO SHED TEARS
1- ONE SHED TEARS WHEN A PERSON SO DEAR PASSES ON
2 - ONE SHED TEARS WHEN A MATERIAL, PET OR ASSET SO TREASURED DISAPPEARS TO THIN AIR TO "ONLY GOD KNOWS WHERE"
3 -ONE CAN SHED TEARS WHEN ENKINDLED BY THE FIRES OF LOVE
WHICH EVER WAY THE PENDULUM OF FATE SWINGS' TEARS STREAM DOWN THE CHEEKS YEARNING FOR ANSWERS
INDEED THEY ARE A PERSON'S THOUGHTS IN LIQUID FORM
TEARS = THOUGHTS PERSONIED

The way her flowing blood
Dribbled down her slender neck
Painting blackness in between
Both her naked breasts

The way her glassy eyes 
reflected the moons light
And smiled up at him
As if they still held life

The way her whispered voice 
Seemed to echo still
His name in lustful tones
And of the love he instilled

Made him want to kill her more....

His gaze burned her deep as she lay in wait,

He would take her longing she was the fire

On fire ,

His volcano ,

I erupting
,
Forest,

As he engulfed her now,

Wild flames untamed,

Black magic and things
Dabbling with danger the tarot cards dealt
your existence foreplanned upon the pictures felt.
Loves life and death stare you in face
with the upturned suits sequenced in place.
The analysis is good or at least you would hope
that reads good health and fortune to allow you to cope.

That mystic crystal ball is an alternative view
a globe so mesmeric it can see into you.
Past present future the infos all there
to dictate your movements with heed and much care.

Then there's the oiuji the board of all dread
that glass placed in centre summoning spirits from the dead.
With unnerring accuracy it spells out a name
from a passed over forefather whose titled the same.
So spooky so baffling do our eyes deceive
did that glass move what are we to believe.

The palmist sees deeper into lines and the folds
your hands are your destiny with the secrets they hold.
Where you've been where you'll go it's sure to fortell
longevity with luck and all being well.

Tea leaves mediums spells and potions
blackcats white witches and ancient lotions.
The paranormal is out there when mind is in doubt
if you wish to explore those reasons of doubt


another older muse by me

KNOWLEDGE OF ONESELF, IS THE GREATEST ART OF CREATION.

Echoing through the Dwarf’s cave, clanging and banging,
Silver and rare earth metals, with every strike, between hammer and anvil twanging,
The Smith worked away,
On heavy anvil, or tapping on fine bench, night and day,
Never seeing daylight from this cave, hid away in Myrkwood,
Methods hidden from prying eyes, many would steal them, if they could,
Caressing the ore, lutetium, silver, osmium, iridium,
Chanting now, almost in delirium,
A handful of this or that, some other, the lot,
Across the hearth, into melting pot,
At a temperature so high,
A human, if close, would surely die,
And when all was melted and smelted,
Into ingot, spelled upon and with half the Magick melded,
Then more Magick, into living spring water dipped,
To make sure all is right with it now, with tongue licked,
Hammered and shaped, then one more heating and lick,
Last shaping then, more heat and into dragons spittle dip,
Whereupon it turned black,
Then with Magick polishing cloth, chanting, rubbing, for many hours, forward and back
A sword then for a God fit!
If he can do a bargain…..If the God can afford it,
Volund the dwarf, Master Smith, laughed to himself,
And gently placed it next to a magnificent silver battle axe, on the rock shelf.