Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

As I ponder in my practal mind I think that I will find my bible a confort to pass the time,with Romeo my mighty goose by my side. His all seeing eyes to warn of moving new,his protective nature awakes with a cry,better than any dog by my side. My hunting knife a versatal tool to help me hunt like a fool.

Stranded by choice on an isle so far
Seems to be very strange a desire
Yet were you to be in my head
You would applaud my choice instead
For oft times it seems to me
That this world has gone topsy turvy
I might even say it is crazy
Genocide, Patricide, Matricide
And Suicide are all the children
Spawned from greed and pride
So leave me...
Let me flee...
To this faraway deserted isle in the sea
The question asked
What would I take with me?
My Bible, with words from Solomon to keep me wise and inspired
A verse or two from division of Psalms for divine protection
Going to Hebrews every day to read more on keeping faith...
For item #2
My children sorry they come as one to me
For I won't have one without the other
And I know they would sorely miss their mother
To be able to hear their I love you is
one of my greatest dreams come true
Well on to number three
Well might you ask, what can it be?
Well fire was one of the earliest discoveries
And we still can't do without it
It brings to life a certain ease
Warming you up on a cold night and
Providing a strange but comforting light
So then it would be a huge box of matches
Gathering now a few dry bushes to make a fire to
Dry our britches
With my fire, I'd grill fish caught in the sea,
Roast some strange but yummy fruit from a nearby tree
My fire 'twill keep creatures away
And so content I will be
On my deserted isle to stay.

Three essential items for survival
Ten years on an island of pure delight
Might sound strange at the time of arrival
But would at least give me a chance to fight

A hunting knife first on my list narrow
A handy weapon and for skinning game
Carving wood to make my bows and arrows
Making traps and snares and more of the same

A big butane lighter is such a must
They are good for about four thousand lights
Thirdly, a Coghlan’s six function compass
Look them up see how this item delights

Ten years, a long time without a razor
Maybe trade the compass for a laser...

The Island lush and green, fresh with wide open spaces,
a shimmering river running gently from the waterfall.

Only Three things were needed to complete her paradise,
she asked for music for without music how can you dream,
she asked for a crystal ball so she could check on her children,
she asked for Michael for with him she could have love, fun, dreams, touch, kisses, cuddles, conversation, and everything she would ever need.

Little eyes, shiny and bright
Have so much to see
Spotting wonders in this world
Behind every rock and tree.

Tiny fingers reaching out
Entwining mommy's hand
Urging me to follow her
Right into Wonderland.

Little feet (though sometimes stumbling)
Know the way so well
To a world where fairies live
And unicorns do dwell.

Through the years and growing up
And chasing wealth and fame
The most of us forget this realm
Which really is a shame.

But thanks to you, my darling child
And your tugging little hand
Life gave me a second chance
To return to Wonderland...

(dedicated to and written for my beloved little Nissi <3)
(2002)

A flower has a special beauty each one unique,
A flower has delicate petals that appear soft and fragile,
A flower is made to withstand strong winds and rain, and to bend with the elements of nature, made to go with the flow and not to break unless cut or ripped out.

A flower lives to give beauty, pleasure and add a gentleness,
A flower lives to give nature a way to grow and flourish, it makes the world a sweeter place.

And when she dies, a flower is replaced with another she helped make with the seeds she held, and so she lives on.

I should mention that this ship was haunted. Everyone kept telling me that when it was a mortuary ship one of the bodies went missing. It was never found and that now he haunts this ship.

Yeah right! I thought being the new kid on the block they were trying it on for me. I feigned curiosity but in reality dismissed it as clap trap. Not that I didn’t believe in ghosts, for I had had extensive experience with them, but I thought who loses a body on a mortuary ship.

We slept two to a cabin and being on opposite shifts I never saw my cabin mate. There was a long corridor with cabins on each side. At each end there were heavy water tight doors, not easy to open or shut in a hurry.

Laying in my bunk I could hear heavy boots stomping up the corridor and past my door. This went on night after night to the point I was having trouble sleeping. How dumb did they think I was? Trying to pull this stunt.

I made up my mind to catch them at it. Patiently I waited by the door and as the footsteps were at my door I quickly yanked it open. Nothing there. Closed the door and the footsteps continued. For days I did this and no-one was ever there.

It progressed to the point that even with the door open and with me standing in the doorway the footsteps came down the corridor and passed me. As it passed me the hairs on my body raised up. I had to concede there really was a ghost. Apparently no-one ever had as close an encounter with this ghost as I did.

The dayroom is almost empty. There is only Mr Lyreco and myself left. He will be the next to be retired and then they will come for me. I must give them no reason to suspect.

Quietly I chuckle to myself, how funny it would be to be a fly on the wall and see their reaction when they discover me gone.

I can hear heavy footsteps coming down the hall, sounds like heavy work boots. This sound is enough to take me back.

Must have been around 1970, going by memory, I was up in Darwin working as a roustabout on an offshore oil rig. Not the usual platform oil rig, though on the way out to mine (by helicopter) we did stop on one of those, but an old converted mortuary ship used during the Korean War.

Using a ship for drilling is actually a lot more dangerous than drilling from a platform. Firstly you are a lot closer to the water and when a storm is blowing the waves crash right over the main deck. Secondly if you have a blow out, which means you hit gas and it escapes, the sea around you loses its buoyancy and the ship no longer floats. Straight to the bottom you go, and there have been lives lost that way.

One day we were expecting a hurricane and I was ordered to secure the fresh water hoses. These were hoses, about six inches in diameter, used to pump fresh water aboard from the supply ship. These hoses were on a narrow, about six feet wide deck, that ran along each side of the ship and only about two feet above water level.

The sea was already up and the wind was blowing a beauty. The waves were already lapping onto this deck and the main deck was about eight feet above my head. At a frantic pace I started securing the hoses, but it was already too late to do this with any comfort.

Every couple of minutes a big wave came along that went over the main deck. All I could do was take a deep breath and hang on for dear life. I must have been about ten feet under water every time a wave came along. As you can see I did not get swept away and drown. Mind you though, it was close a couple of times.

We were working twelve hour shifts, from seven to seven. When they found out that I was also a welder gone was my luxurious twelve hours off. I had to work overtime. Now I was working eighteen hours a day.

At the centre of the ship where the drilling gig was there was a shaft right through the ship. This was called the moon pool, and I have no idea why it was called that. This is where the drill went down to the ocean floor.

This is where I spent six hours a day up to my waist in water welding lugs onto a massive nut (about five feet in diameter) so it could be undone. All the time I nervously watched the sharks hungrily circling under me. I’m sure they were just waiting for an opportunity to come up and snack on me.

I still have both my legs although another welder I believe was not so lucky. About six months after I left I read about it in the paper. I had left for a safer job; I went and worked in a uranium mine. This is another story altogether.

Continued in MEMORIES (part 3b)

Deep in a forest dwells a secret cave
Hidden from time generations ago
Entrance buried during earthquake shock wave
And landslide caused by its laminar flow

Whence was habitat for an early tribe
Did become an ancient tomb thus enshrined
To what race of man, for they to ascribe
Became a burial place being mined

Day the ‘dozer let in daylight contain
A time capsule was discovered once more
A prehistoric world under the moraine
Once lost in time now ready to explore

Rare in the records of time immortal
We ever walk back through an old portal

They call me Chucky
My real name is Charles Lee Ray
Don't mess with me
I got something to say
I transferred my soul into a doll
It's a Good Guys doll ya'll
I tried to get Andy in Child's Play 1,2, and 3
I tried to get lucky with Tiffany
I had a kid who I reunited with
Too bad he killed me like all the rest
I am Chucky the killer doll
When I broke his vodoo doll's leg he had to fall
We're gonna have a little game called Chucky says
Chucky says move your a@@!!