"spacecraft" poems
I provoke the rain of Hell
From Heaven high to earth below
There we'll float on gainful spells
We're ready for this world to go
And off to outer space, we're facing
Endless races to the furthest reaches of our teacher, the speaker, the logos of Cosmos
And beyond to distant Quasars,
No phasers, no lasers, weaponry
We're safe with hearts of purity
And naked with our souls we'll seek
The greatest cosmic mysteries
I've always sought and thought unreal
The spacecraft not of stone or steel but
Opened hearts and focused spirits
Woke by times both strange and fearful
Changing basic notions of
What we all say are mind and love
We're through with consumers, they've doomed us
We've moved on
The proof is the truth that all life will soon be gone
We've built and built, killed billions and still
We march toward gold archways which never were real
I can tell others feel it,
They're real and they heal me
Relations, creations, spontaneous meaning
It's all building up to a climactic moment
Of high expectation that we will all blow it
But we were born just so we'd know when the opening
Ceremonies go on for the New Age of Hope
It's outrageous to think of the hate which created this
Darkness and chaos,
(Our God has betrayed us!)
But that's why our savior said
Look the other way,
To meet hate with more hatred
Speeds up the decay
We love the villains, though they **** us by millions
Because they're truly a part of this cosmic cotillion
They can't see the dance while they're
Crashing and sinning
So they can't imagine they're actually IN IT
There's a part and they fit it,
Catalyst for the equipment
Of Salvation:
The nations of women and men
Beginning again
We'll cancel the debt and we'll all become friends
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 3:22 PM UTC
A Catastrophic explosion in a constellation ..........
Following the super nova , expansion of the universe....
A supersonic flight on suborbital spacecraft ........
Accessing meteor , an unknown lonely atmosphere ....
Away from thousand light years.........
Taxonomy a new solar system with red planets........
Peeping from the glass cockpit , all planets appearing blue.......
No moon in their orbit , no networks with DSL(Direct Satellite Link)......
No human , no existence of love...........
All nonfunctioning satellite moving bizarre ..........
Whole system collapsed in that collide ........
Explosion relocated moon with planet earth .......
A symbol of Cosmic Love , shining through human hearts ........
Discovering love bond in the solar systems...
an unique lodge.............
Migration of youth Love .....an effort to save those lonely planets......
by
MAHI -GALAXY ...........
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
There was a snail (named Dale)
with a very long tail
who ventured off into the world.
He said to himself
(Dale the snail)
I'd love to meet a bootiful goil.
So in a flash from space,
with mucus running down her face,
came an alien creature called Joan,
She saw a silver line
(it was a snail trail)
and followed it to see where it goes.
And far in ...the distance
she saw in an instance
at the end of the snail trail sparkling in the sun-
A slimy and sweet
creature she'd love to meet
with a shell on his back for a home.
She said:"I do declare,
you look dashing and fair"
as bubbles oozed from her eyes.
Dale just blushed,
as his face lit up,
and said: "aw you're just saying that you sassy young blob of an alien gawjus sweet thing with no hair :)"
She looked at this tiny dream of a slobber,
he was in awe at her globber.
But their hearts sank at their difference in size.
She was glandular large
like a bright yellow barge
and he was as small as a splarge.
A stick insect saw -
the tragedy of it all
and came up with a very cunning plan.
He knew a wizard once
who ate snails for lunch,
they could trick him to changing her small...
As he told them the tale,
their faces went pale
but their love was too strong for the fear.
So they slithered and shlozzered
to Joan's flying saucer
to find the castle of Wizzy the ****
The wizard was waiting
with his eyes full of hating
and a knife and a fork in each hand.
There was garlic and salt
that he took from his vault
and he drooled on his beard as he sang:
"Alien Shpeegle
with shnails in shmeegle,
a delightful shurprishe for a man!
Groggy my groach
with shome shlime on my toasht"
and he pranced and danced with his band.
The spacecraft landed,
unexpectant of ambush,
the couple wanderd on in.
Wizzy swung from a rafter
and trapped Dale in a corner,
and said: "My you'll go well with my Shtew!"
Joan got mad
and rolled on to her lad
and ****** the wizard into her goo.
She suddenly felt all tingly
as she turned into a twinky,
there was nothing more she could do.
The Wizard escaped
and poor Dale met his fate,
and was smeared on the twinky sliced in two.
Wizzy gobbled them up
with some glee in his cup,
and then succumbed to food poisoning goo.
So it seemed that it ended
on that dark cold September,
for the lovers who's loving was doomed...
But on a planet far away
at the early break of day
two souls bubbled in primordial stew.
An amoeba named Dale
and an amoeba named Joan
were floating in bubbles of gas,
So deep the attraction
-the magnetized action,
they could now be together at last.
Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 1:38 AM UTC
I saw you walk away from me, your eyes like burnt pastries
Tasteless was your gaze and tainted was your smirk.
I saw the last of your silk locks, saving themselves from my satin ruffles.
Useless was the lingerie I'd run my fingers through when you'd lean closer.
You told me my smile was the sun, yet you left in your spacecraft
Flirting with the stars, you left my glowing figure in a mist veil of polluted smoke.
You said I would drown in each lingering kisses, deep in a sea promised to never dry up.
You held me down with your addicting anchor; tempting was your touch and hopeful was your blush.
I saw you walk away,
Tasteless;
Tainted;
Useless;
Refugee;
Polluted;
Suffocating;
Addicting;
Hopeful.
I love you.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
1969 Cult Mentality: Charles Manson
is asking you to “leave a sign… something witchy” at the scene of the
crime. You listen because you believe he is Jesus. You smear the word
“Pig” across the door.
1978 Cult Mentality: Jim Jones
is asking you to drink grape Kool-Aid infused with cyanide. You do this
because you have been convinced that he is “Christ the Revolution.” You
inject your child with the toxin before gulping it down.
1997 Cult Mentality: Marshall Applewhite
is asking you to tie a plastic bag around your head after you consume a mixture of phenobarbital, applesauce, and ***** You do this because you believe dying will take you to the spacecraft flying behind
Comet Hale-Bopp. You make sure you have a
five dollar bill and three quarters
in your pocket for the interplanetary toll.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 6:38 AM UTC
I doubt my mind is working. My brain is still in overdrive.
The way she moves, it makes me feel like I am so alive.
Zoom across the galaxy. Some light-years in a spacecraft.
I’m ready for the clearance. See, I’m waiting at the launch pad.
I’m counting down t-minus while she’s counting down the seconds.
I feel the tug of gravity; I’m trying to escape it.
I fell into her orbit and forgot about our friction.
Below, the skylines glitter now; the lights are almost sticken.
Tell her you were stalling under all the years of silence.
Time is of the essence even money cannot buy it.
He is so oblivious, yeah love is like a blindness.
This view is from a distance; I am safe behind this shyness.
When everything glows lighter, make me blink away the brightness.
Pull down all the shades when I’m sick and slowly dying.
Everything is jaded, won’t you save me from this crisis?
And thoughts of her unfurl as this final breath it exits.
✈
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 12:56 AM UTC
I imagine you cradled inside
the wing of your rocket ship, vacuum
sealed, sheltered from the noise of solar wind.
Remembering our goodbye at the launch-pad
Creases the aging skin around your eyes.
Tears, weightless and buoyant,
Collide with the sputtering, decrepit
valves and cogs
tracking your orbit
through Saturn’s dust.
You bottle them in mason jars, capture each one on fading
fingertips like paper white snowflakes,
Sealing them inside with aluminum twist caps.
You fill each one and let them clutter the windows
like drunken periscopes.
If I could shine a flashlight through these memory
telescopes, black and white 1920s movies would reel
cracked turtle shells on the highway,
Four rabbits, their intestines spoiling on mowed grass,
Synonyms for “stupid” piercing into heart with arrowhead.
You curl tighter into the spacecraft,
Breathing uncontrollably, painfully.
Canines cut into tongue to suppress sobs.
Folding over naval, knees to forehead,
The gravity of surrounding, misplaced moons
pulls you to collision with an asteroid.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
2:35am. You say,
“Lets go for a drive
through the galaxy.”
Your car turns into a spacecraft
as we fly through the blackness.
You take me on a journey among the stars.
The streetlamps and stoplights
become colorful particles of our galaxy,
and the cars around us
transform into the UFO’s
we can only read about.
You show me the best-kept secrets
that our vast ocean in the sky holds,
from the eyes in envy.
Your kiss
sends me into the mysteries of black holes
and the awe of a supernova.
3:12am I whisper,
“Can we sleep upon the radiance of the moon?”
and you respond,
“Yes, and tomorrow after breakfast
I will take you to swim in the turquoise blue of the sea.”
You take me everywhere
and back again with the simplest of actions.
You do this to me…
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC
A Catastrophic explosion in a constellation ..........
Following the super nova , expansion of the universe....
A supersonic flight on suborbital spacecraft ........
Accessing meteor , an unknown lonely atmosphere ....
Away from thousand light years.........
Taxonomy a new solar system with red planets........
Peeping from the glass cockpit , all planets appearing blue.......
No moon in their orbit , no networks with DSL(Direct Satellite Link)......
No human , no existence of love...........
All nonfunctioning satellite moving , bizarre ..........
Whole system collapsed in that collide ........
Explosion relocated moon with planet earth .......
A symbol of Cosmic Love , shining through human hearts ........
Discovering love bond in the solar systems...
an unique lodge.............
Migration of youth Love .....an effort to save those lonely planets......
by
MAHI -GALAXY ...........
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
Gatorade at the pinball machine
a moderate allergy
to most things
prompts the mouse
to stay indoors
/
the alive, the low, the excuse
*I am a Sagittarius and I flirt with
everybody* but U
listing in the centermost rhombus
of my woozy kaleidoscope
are the kind of creature
women write spells about
and then grow gardens 4
/
don't bring those
outlaws here,
to my Fabergé spacecraft.
just yourself, and that...!
my crown of moldy leaf
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
Moonwalker
We said goodbye to him today,
the man who walked first on the Moon.
We commit his ashes to the sea
as pipers play a mournful tune.
He'll feel Selene's pull in the deep
Until, in time, his urn dissolves.
Then, everywhere and nowhere
He will ride the Ocean tides.
Once, on a very different sea,
Armstrong brought his spacecraft down
At a place they called tranquility .
the Eagle landed, strong and proud.
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC
~~~
a place of
good looks
within one's price range
comfort and reliability
but poetry
is not a
new car
it's a
freaking
SPACECRAFT
soulsurvivor
(C) 7/16/2015
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
**I was in a small crowd of roughly 300,
I was standing there watching the cloudy skies,
Near the beach. It was then that the spaceship landed,
Building speed, out of the blue, it found someone,
To take them away for their human life.
A battle broke out, it was almost like
A Transformer had just become the
Next alien spacecraft, and there was
Nothing like it, or so it seems.
I said "NO," seriously not liking the
Idea of this alien taking a poor human being,
But you know what the alien found?
Too much of a match, wrestling, he wound up
Losing control and the human won,
Walking back to the crowd. His friend gave him a
Cigarette and the right to look like a big space man
Had finally gone down...**
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
Rip out those feelings,
Those consuming, devouring
Emotions
Seal it in an envelope
Stuff it in a jar
Cement it in a box
Ribbon it with chains
Tie it tight
Then pay ten bucks,
Pay whatever amount,
To ship it to the Sahara
Or maybe to Alaska,
No wait!
NASA
So they can put it in spacecraft
And make it blast
Off into the deep space
Where it can drift, d r i f t , d r i f t
And then
CRASH and BURN
In the nuclear sun,
Exploding in violent sparks
Disintegrating into ashes
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 5:12 AM UTC
From the cafe seat I saw a spacecraft land
huge and menacing there.
Glistening in the midday sunlight
the view was surreal.
Until then it was a relaxing day
now filled with dismay.
Others began to gather around
nothing moved by the craft.
What was happening I started fretting
a dual carriageway lay behind.
Helicopters came roaring over my head
as the tension spread.
I'm sure we all expected shooting
but that did not happen.
An intake of breath was all I heard
instead of running away.
None moved what would happen next
every face looked perplexed.
They all landed groups approached
we waited for a bang!
I had to get nearer long past fear
just stupendous anticipation.
That once in a lifetime experience
a memory so immense.
Now the police and press gathered
it looked orchestrated.
The authorities were definitely prepared
getting near a camera crew.
On their monitor screens it was clear
wanting to know I had to peer.
Humanoid beings came out of the ship
greeting the delegation.
They all went inside the oblong sphere
we expected the worst!
Thousands of people at least amassed
as it rose my eyes cast.
They were going to the mother ship
with delegations from each nation!
Nothing had been said arranged in secret
this news too big to hide.
Oddly it was felt this the only way
that was yesterday!
There has been no information yet
the fear lost is back like a fast jet!
What is really going on up there?
The Foureyed Poet.
Jun 8, 2011
Jun 8, 2011 at 5:32 AM UTC
In the countryside
There comes a darkness. A space-
Craft blocks out the sun.
Blue light from below. Blue light.
The trees electric
Wine dark disc over white sheep
What omen is this
That I, first of mankind sees?
What heart of time past
Has coalesced in this space?
I stare at the ship
Turn violet. My tired eyes
Seeing new life above all
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC
People don't believe the things I write,
but last night things were different.
Seriously folks,
I was abducted by some beings
in a metallic spacecraft
and given a grand tour of the solar system.
You should see what's behind the sun
or behind the pretty moon.
Oh, we had so much fun!
But that's only half the story
& now I gotta give it a rest.
They told me that next time,
they're gonna show me
the entire universe.
Nope, I'm not a crazy loon,
just an honest insane writer.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC
Knows the secret of the universe
but doesn't know the heart
it doesn't tally up!
Hop onto the spacecraft
fly off to the star
technically that can be done
mathematically can be numbered.
But that deep dive deep down
the sea of the soul
only an interpreter of the heart can play this role.
What AI can mimic that or an art can choreograph
or a computer can emulate this part?
Apr 16, 2024
Apr 16, 2024 at 9:06 PM UTC
The jasmine died when
it tried to walk
past the window.
"Don't let it flow!"
You heard
what the ebony said? Don't.
Just don't. They thought
deeply that a flower
never could be a river.
They regreted it.
Not anymore. Then later
they found Snow White
stabbing The Evil Queen. To death.
Blackened blood. Ach, du.
The apple is just
a metaphor.
The jasmine was a rabbit from the moon.
She used to
make mochi and babysit
the princess, Kaguya.
Now Kaguya is all grown up. All grown up,
just like your country's spacecraft.
(I am not
that honest, but honestly
I am jealous.)
Ich, ich, ich, ich.
I never would understand
the world of
literary.
(Oh, God.)
Do me a favor
and hate me.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
I love my country side home.
firewood heat fighting the
gusts of winter wind
breaking through
timber
walls creaking with
the outside wanting
in.
still, the absence of your perfume,
freshly showered hair and
skin, smells like the emptiness I'd
feel alone, deep in the
bowels of
an enemy alien spacecraft
heading
home.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
Sometimes the walls and windows of my house
Have been just that.
Four surfaces to keep the cold at bay
a pod with gas and water, light and heat:
A small spacecraft
Permanently in dock.
And outside trees grow and flowers bloom.
Just walls, just painted walls
A shelter - just prettier than a hut
and more expensive.
Rushes,l ino or **** pile
A candle , gas or leckie
And giant windows cannot mask the confinement.
The changing tree is home, the birds that come and go,
Sun that oozes, wind and battering rain.
Passing chatter and the train's distant hoot
Paper my walls and paint my doors
Light my ceilings and carpet my floors.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
Once a voyager of sky and sea
On Earth I left the vast majority
Of those who chose the illusion of security
Over the idea of living truly free
I have abandoned all earthly possessions
The idea of an unconventional view is my only concession
I leave behind all of my past
To voyage across a universe so vast
I know it is unlikely
That I will find the other half of me
So for now, content with myself I'll be
As I trawl this endless sea of stars
I am battle-worn and covered in scars
Speed past assaults from the asteroid belt
Which lies beyond the red planet, Mars
At the universe's cold black mercy,
It knows of my tender vulnerability
I man this spacecraft all alone
To find another heart to call my home
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
She was sent by god
In the age of the Neanderthal
She was frozen on anunnaki spacecraft
In mine soul she was unthawed!!!
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Excerpt from my newest book
The demon gods of pathos
Book by David John Clare
The lost works of Aristotle reimagined
I'm a lost lamb on the dark side of the moon hiding in the forest that can't be seen through the trees hmm is there a man in the moon? The only moon in this solar system with no name! On a long and winding road that leads to no door.
Like putting two mirrors together that echo for infinity. Trying to figure out the Aristotelian rhetorical question as the demon gods of pathos hover above us in alien spacecraft.
Like the time I felt I was abducted off the streets in Bangkok only to find I was in the hospital after getting beaten senseless by a late night gang who bashed my head in the doctor said my neck was broken
I thought he was joking as I was choking on a neck brace how disgraced and sad my life had no worth I was hoping I had left this earth to join the demon gods of pathos...
D. Clare
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC