Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

For 13 years she was Hollywoods top billing.
She was the envy of every starlet, and and the pinup poster for a million servicemen.
In her dreams a smile would flush accross
her face as she reveled in the chants of the
throngs pressing from all sides crying, Margret, Margret!
She was a beauty alright, and the crowds could never get enough of her.
So multi-talented she was that anything
she put her hand to turned to a golden
success.
She swam the English channel in the dead
of winter back in 1943
Her trip to Africa when she fought off a
Bengal tiger barely escaping with her life
was a major press release, not to mention
her sky diving exploits where she would
freefall with her famous poodle Pinky.
As the years rolled on Margret would grace
the pallaces of kings and presidents, and
was even presented the key to several nations
claiming Margret Bell a national holiday.
As Margret grew older her life experiences became
international best sellers, and her face appeared
many times on the cover of Time Magazine.
But voices had aways taunted Margret and a
terrible solitude of soul seemed to make a mockery
of all her fame and success.
Voices kept calling out to her but it seemed she was
to paralyzed to answer.
It was though the sounds and truth of another world
were trying to break into this surreal reality that had
become the glory of Margret Bell.
Then, slowly she opened her eyes and saw the warm
compassionate eyes of a man in a white suit holding
her hands and whispering, 'It's ok Susan, you've come
back to us.'
She mumbled with tears in her eyes, But, I'm Margret,
Margret Bell. Have you not heard of me?'
'But of course I have exclaimed the doctor.'
'You see dear, you were in a terrible car accident
and have been in a coma for thirteen years.
'But, doctor Susan exclaimed, My name is Margret Bell, have you
not heard of my fame?
'Surely you've read all the papers.'
With a kind loving smile the doctor said, Yes, my
dear, surely you are among the greats. You've
spoken many times of Margret throughout these
thirteen years.'
'Now try to rest my dear and..
welcome back.

The wall crumbled and old, the bricks falling to dust,
The bones of the man as if sitting waiting against the wall,
His bones dry and beginning to crumble, the hard hat at an angle where it had fallen, the shirt rotting and faded in the sun.

Through the opening that used to be a window, the bright
green creeper had begun, it had crept along the wall like a snake, and seemed to find the opening in the shirt, climbed through the ribs of the man and almost like it knew, had come to an end just before his throat.

The bright red splash of colour and life of the rose, as if nature had placed a flower where his heart had been, shimmered in the sun.

The rush of morning people crowding around her, a blur of faces and bodies going at speed, being pushed along almost by force.

He bumped into her and his fingers curled around her wrist.

Time stopped, the world changed and faded away,
She felt his fingers, his warmth, his energy.

Her eyes locked with his, deep and dark, she shivered and felt the
present slowly fade around them, she smelt the freash cut grass and hay,
And felt the sun shine on her in a warm glow, and she was suddenly transported
back in time, she knew him like this long ago.

Someone bumped into them and she blinked, his hand slipped away and
her wrist burned where his fingers had been.

She looked around and he was gone the crowd once more swarming around her.

She felt lost and alone and she didn't even know who he was.

I take my time to the longest road,
it seems so empty and almost dark,
the road has no end but my feet keep walk,
when suddenly i turn my head right,
there's a waterfall like in the eden.

Unfollow the road and decide to enter the waterfall,
it brought me to the wildest stream ever,
having no choice but to follow,
it has no end and offers some grab on the cliff,
suddenly the big bird gripping my shoulder
and we fly away.

Up up high to the unlimited skies.
I feel the breeze on my face,
Feel the warm bright skies on my feet.
Looking down to the earth far below,
realize everything small from up above.

The gripping was released and I fell down
so fast like a light.
Trying to find something to hold was pointless,
faster and faster down and down,
and I woke up.
With the moonlight shine from the window,
share the warm feeling,
thankful that I am just dreaming.

An orange is sweet and juicy, can be used for breakfast to nibble on, a healthy energy snack, or as a sweet dessert at the end of a meal, can be softened by rolling the whole orange under your hand or foot gently to break down the segments into delicious liquid, when squeezed softly you get a delicious drink that runs down your chin, contained in its natural outer cover of fresh smelling skin.

A lemon is 'tart', can be used to tenderize meat, and brings out the flavor of most foods, to balances many tastes, good for your skin and used in a lot of beauty products. Can be used to sooth a sore throat, and with a little salt and a segment of lemon sucked slowly it balances a well known drink so well.

Creature of mystical powers
please will you give me an answer

May I please ride with you tonight
through dark skies of sparkling starlight

I long to join you in your flight
you pause allow me to alight

We race through the dazzling skies
I grip very tight with shaking thighs

Looking around me so full of wonder
thinking nothing could be greater

Then flying down I hug you tight
let you return to twilight

down in the woods
deep in the glen
is our fairy home
a place of wonder
hid from human eye

some think us a myth
a tale for kids
be that as may be
we are just hidden
tucked away from sight

when a fairy ring
you find, pause
look around
feel the beat
of fairy wings

if you wish to see
our fairy queen
a special stone
you will need
to go to the brook

search there carefully
and you will find
a glamour stone
this will enable you
to espy her or us

through the hole
you must look
magically now
we will appear
clear as day

maybe, maybe
a wish we
will grant you
if we think you
have been good

We sent a golden record on a voyage deep into outer space
But still the nearest star is forty thousand light years away
And on this record are some sounds from the planet earth
From falling rain and crashing waves, to the songs of whales and birds
Pieces of our culture, arts and science, Bach and Beethoven
Mathematical diagrams, and a naked couples silhouette are on this token
Insects and mother nature with a map that even leads the way
To the blue populated planet in the middle of the milky way
In fiftysix different languages we sent a message saying hello
Nasa gathered all this information and sent it in this probe
A time capsule some may call as drifts further into the deep
Of nothing beyond infinity as we wonder who it will reach
We told them of our strengths and goals, our aspirations and our dreams
A peaceful civilization, but really we were only lying through our teeth
We didnt send them the sounds of bombs or deaths from endless wars destruction
The image of poverty and pollution, nor greedy desires for total domination
Just a colorful painted picture of what we hope and want to be
Hopefully these beings are a peaceful bunch and we can live together in harmony
But if we have already made contact then with good reason the governments would want to lie
Do you remember Orson Welles broadcast when people started running for their lives
Besides we can barely communicate with our own families much less another race
Just think of how you killed the spider that was an alien on your leg
Or the man who's treated different because of the color of his skin
Or the one thats looked at as an enemy because of his foreign religion
All someone would have to ask is do you believe in God and is He worth fighting for
If they answer no then history repeats itself and we have an interstellar war
But what if we make contact with a race something like the Borg
"Resistance is futile" and they step on us like cockroaches on the floor
So my question is do we really want to send an invitation deep into unknown
Or do we wait silent and still and let universal nature take its coarse
*JJF*
5/4/2013

The hours
And days
Pass so quickly now
Days become months
Months years
Years become decades
Where has life gone
Some moments I remenber still
Most faded lost and blarred
Time does not stay still
Slowly ticking by
Never to be recaptured or restord
Time is used only once
For we are on limited time
Down hill from now on faster and faster time
Goes by

Two weeks I was in hospital recovering and on the day I was released they caught the person responsible for the attack. Justice will be done and Alice will be avenged. The law is just and the guilty will be punished.

I sat in the court and listened to his lawyer. He made it sound like he was the victim. His poor upbringing, parental abuse, lack of being able to find employment and so on.

The jury came back with guilty. For twenty minutes the judge droned on how sad it was that this young man, due to circumstances beyond his control, was forced to commit these acts.

After all was said and done, he gave him a five year suspended sentence. My Alice lay cold in her grave and he was free to walk the streets to commit more crimes.

I yelled out. “How can this be justice? This is not justice, this is a farce.”

All that got me was a warning from the judge. Should there be another outburst like that I would be jailed for thirty days. If I speak the truth I will be jailed yet he can kill and walk free, something is terribly wrong.

For many days I was lost in my thoughts, and they were dark indeed. By the end I came to the conclusion that if the law fails us then we must not fail justice.

For months I trained myself to shoot. I was becoming that good that I could put every bullet through the bullseye, not only through it but the same hole for every bullet. I was ready for justice.

There were many high profile cases that took my attention. Firstly the criminal, then the lawyer involved and lastly the judge. A bullet through each eye sent them to face their god. I had terminated my fourth case, as I liked to call them, when the killer of my Alice was in my sights. Once he was dispatched the lawyer and judge followed.

“Is the law blind?” was the favourite headline followed by, “Who will face Blind Justice next?”

The media had named me blind justice. I was hated by the law and law givers but it appears that there was a movement that supported my cause.

I take no pleasure in what I do but I will not cease until balance has been restored. Should you escape the law you will not escape my justice.