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Starry Aug 2019
As the young woman
Let's say early thirties
Turns on the torch
To the milky-way
Every thing goes blue
When she asks
Where are you
To her lost love
Only to find him
Next to her.
Starry Aug 2019
On Mars there is
No atmosphere
But in flyes a zombie
Emoji shining bright
Like that of the sun
Where's the food.
Starry Aug 2019
In the middle of a summer
Desert night
Appears a heart shaped
Portal with a sunflower emerging
From the portal.
Starry Aug 2019
UFO
I was there when
We All saw the
UFO float over Mount Everest
All of us where
Shazed and amazed
As we pointed it out
To eachother.
Then.....
It disappears.
Starry Aug 2019
By day I am
I am surrounded by
Butterfly

By night I am
I am surrounded by stars
Of the Dippers

Then one night
The two mixed the butterflies
Replaced the stars
And the dippers
Had
A butterfly

In lue of a star
Starry Aug 2019
As the sun sets
I find that
There emerges
Two different moons
In the blueish
Pink sky
Starry Aug 2019
This morning as I
Step outside
To go to the pub I
See something unusual
It's midday
Blue skies and
I can see the great Dipper
Parallel to my house......
Strange.
They call it Ladder Country
From whence a new Babel grew
Ascension to space so that the race might continue
The Ladder stands monumentous, to deliver up the sundry
Our planet's health declined and such this was our plan
The Cabinet's decision ultimately to save
The human race's extinction, perpretually delayed
We deliver starseeds as woman and as man
Using a randomizer, a friend and I were required to write a poem using the words chosen. This was mine
Aa Harvey May 2019
Atlantis rises


Under the water a city floats.
Invisible walls protect the people from the ocean.
Above the waves, nobody knows of the city below.
The worshipers lay flowers before their Gods to show their devotion.


For centuries this city has stood against the wave of incoming tides.
For generations its people have tried,
To find a way to live above and not just accept being uprooted;
But there are those would claim to rule,
So Atlantis must remain secluded.
The Atlantian’s feel trapped inside their sphere.
They want to find land; they want a new home and a new frontier,
But this city is the hand they have been dealt.
Even in this united community, there are those who cannot be helped.


They plot and scheme and think of change,
But they cannot wait to see that day;
For they are impatient,
So they act on instinct.
Not willing to discuss, they move with mistrust
And without a sound, they blink…
They disappear and gather in secret to speak.
Security seek them, but the protectors are weak.


The time has come to leave this place!
At night they leap into action, a war on the base.
Guns are waved, orders are shouted;
Shock and awe are a necessity, as to not be doubted.
Stolen ships of exploration;
Part of the human spirit has been taken.


But the community comes together to unite around those who remain.
They still think about those who decided to leave,
But the minutes soon turn into days.
Soon those who left are all but forgotten;
Life moves on without a mention of them.


All that which they stole has been replaced.
Years later a city rises from beneath the waves,
To appear before the world; a mystery unravels.
The people who never existed have found a way to travel.
How did they survive beneath the sea all these days?
With magic and machinery, they found a way.


A future voice; an alien being.
Time travel; all knowledge available to be seen.
As the city grows to reach the land,
The ocean is its arm; the city is its hands
And as the hand rises, the people multiply.
The city continues to grow until it reaches the sky.
Now the ocean is unseen, the land is no longer green.
Everywhere the people look, they only see concrete.


The view disappears;
Sky scraper towers.
Humans have advanced through the years,
But gone are all the flowers…


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Meg B May 2019
Of the two lamps in the room,
my glassy eyes can only tolerate the dimmed glow
of the lower light from the right,
my face basking in the slowly rotating,
barely blowing air from the fan above me.
My face feels flushed,
but not from the semi-sticky early summer heat,
but from the fact that
every time I come back to this room,
I'm reminded of why I left.

The lawyer in me could generate a list,
pros longer than any construction of cons,
yet your name will always reverberate
in the unforgotten corners of my subconscious.

You never loved me like I did you,
and even my romanticized version of you never
saw me the way I
still feel the ghost of you.

I can still feel the crisp fall air from your balcony
and recall the albums and conversations that
complete the track list
of my unrequited love story.

Sometimes it was real,
sometimes it's real,
sometimes it's a dream,
sometimes it's a memory.

And this is the essence of you and me;
it's more questions than answers,
smoke and mirrors and
smoking to make things clearer.

I've never been the same
since you,
but I also don't know how I can ever
get over someone I never really had.

You were mine in microcosms
that were macro extraterrestrial galactic;

was it real?
were we real or
was it all [science] fiction?
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