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John F McCullagh Jun 2012
Bargaining with the Venusians
can prove quite expensive indeed.
(Arranging the transit of Venus
cost me astronomical fees.)

I'm assured it will last me a lifetime-
The last in this century they say.
I've spared no expense to arrange that
it coincides with  my daughter's birthday.

After today I will never
see Venus transit the Sun,
Her childhood, too just a memory
Now that she's turned Twenty -one.
AJ Vicario Feb 2015
Stars make waves for a sun
A sons' rocket throttles your gun
But when can light be held
A hearts luster is heard and repelled
The candle is dimming, blue to its core
My solitude will end in nuclear war
Lonely are my scars
Never shared are their burnt bars
****** is felt
And love melts
It ponders: can stars touch?
A sun is permitted no crutch
It ponders: do i move or my peers?
A sun will spin untill tears
It ponders: what is night?
The dark is hollow that is my blight
Though the deep be filled with a sea of stars
The venusians left me alone on mars
Johnny Noiπ Nov 2018
Why I believe in beautiful women on Venus.

Queen of Outer Space is a 1958 American color science fiction
feature film in CinemaScope, produced by Ben Schwalb, directed by Edward Bernds, that stars Zsa Zsa Gabor, Eric Fleming, and Laurie Mitchell. The screenplay by Charles Beaumont, about a revolt against
a cruel Venusian queen, was based on an idea supplied by Ben Hecht, originally titled Queen of the Universe. The film was released theatrically
in some markets on a double feature with the Boris Karloff film Frankenstein 1970 a 1958 science fiction/horror film, shot in black
and white CinemaScope, starring Boris Karloff and featuring Don "Red" Barry. The independent film was directed by Howard W. Koch,
written by Richard Landau and George Worthing Yates and produced
by Aubrey Schenck. It was released theatrically in some markets
as a double feature with the Zsa Zsa Gabor film Queen of Outer Space.

Baron Victor von Frankenstein (Boris Karloff) has suffered torture
and disfigurement at the hands of the Nazis as punishment for not cooperating with them during World War II. Horribly disfigured,
he nevertheless continues his work as a scientist. Needing funds
to support his experiments the Baron allows a television crew to shoot
a made-for-television horror film about his monster-making family
at his castle in Germany. This arrangement gives the Baron enough money to buy an atomic reactor, which he uses to create a living being, modeled after his own likeness before he had been tortured. When the Baron runs
out of body parts for his work, however, he proceeds to **** off members
of the crew, and even his faithful butler, for more spare parts. Finally,
the monster turns on the Baron, and they are both killed in a blast of radioactive steam from the reactor. After the reactor is shut down
and the radiation falls to safe levels the monster's bandages
are removed and an audio tape is played back in which the Baron
reveals that he had intended for the monster to be a perpetuation
of himself because he was the last of the Frankenstein family line.
Captain Patterson (Eric Fleming) and his space crew (Dave Willock,
Patrick Waltz and Paul Birch) take a rocket to a space station near Earth.
En route, however, the space station is destroyed by an intersellar energy beam which also affects their rocketship. The space crew crash land
on Venus and are captured. They learn the planet is under the dictatorship
of the cruel Queen Yllana (Laurie Mitchell), a masked woman who has
most men, keeping only mathematicians and scientists on a prison colony moon which orbits Venus. In the palace, the astronauts are aided by a beautiful courtier named Talleah (Zsa Zsa Gabor) and her friends (Lisa Davis, Barbara Darrow and Marilyn Buferd). The women long for the
love of men again and plot to overthrow the evil queen. When Patterson
has the opportunity to remove the Queen's mask, he discovers she has
been horribly disfigured by radiation burns caused by men and their wars.
In a fury, the Queen decides to destroy Earth and its warlike peoples
but she dies in the attempt. The Venusians are free again to enjoy
the love of men.
Yenson Mar 2019
That heart we shall take
and in our domain do with it as we like
for from the dawn of time, from Eve to Aquarius
they have taken ours and done with it as they like
assuming mastery and ownership of all before and beyond

Show me one Venusian
who has not been hooked, spliced and pounded
with the hewed torso, spinning drills and cruel lies
only to use the wombs, replicate and flounce off unconcerned
to pollinate anew, stains of seeded droplets as sod-all legacies

Hawk, the tides have turned
we take war to the Martians and avenge all the fallen
in chains, in pain, starvation, bloodlust and wicked torture
they see flowers and honey, now we show them fangs and Serpents
in this new age, we wear the crowns, ours is the trumpets of Rome

Hail the victorious music of Venus
heady, ringing, it floats far and wide to Rubicon and beyond
we have slaughtered, taken towns and cities all over this our Earth
None is barred now, we walk in Lions den and sit at the top tables
we do as the Tyrants, we will put all dinosaurs to the cold steel sword

Yet, as always, Power corrupts
a Martian sits in Venusian dock, never an innocent you'll find
the truest lover, the kindest heart, caring, honest, straight and true
denounced and framed, his crime, to speak the truth without fear  
For Venusians, devastated for centuries by Tyrants' lies and flaws
could not abide the one Martian who says it as it is and would not lie    

So, his heart, they will take
and their domain they will do with it as they like
for from this new age, from Eve to this, our present days
we will take all dissenting hearts and do with them as we like
assuming serpentine mastery and ownership of all before and beyond
Whether arsonist at fault
or confluence of ripe conditions
triggering perfect firestorm,
the titan of fire beside himself with misery,
though no fault of his own
the raging bullish conflagration
a taste of inescapable hell
synonymous with the outer limits
of the twilight zone,
where mercurial Venusians
ply their devil may care attitude
with pitchforks stabbing the sheltering sky
mortifying for those residents
(even firm believers
in a loving divine presence),
especially those individuals
now living asocial in the ruins
amidst (in oh my gosh) once posh
Los Angeles neighborhoods!

Though a skeptic at heart,
I cannot help but wonder
“What Hath God Wrought
which text first, original phrase
that Samuel Morse typed
in his newly invented
single-wire telegraph in the 1930.

Faith no more
does severely test
(and strain the limits of credulity)
regarding doubting Thomas paradigm
positing the question
(for those who do believe)
why whims oven omniscient deity,
would unleash unrelenting punishment
poorly justifying the pithy remark
Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God
purportedly flourish aplenty
within the human league,
particularly where ultra rich banded together
and (possibly because of
obeisance to their wealth)
therefore fixation to acquire
trappings of splendour
must be forced to atone
for their collective miscreants
and become like the indigent
no matter that wealth justifiably earned
saith those now rendered destitute,
and reduced to panhandle.

Fat or slim chance,
but just maybe more attention will be paid
to those accursed with a lifetime
of misery and hardship,
thru no fault of their own.

Impossible mission to create Utopia
if only because each person endowed
with inherent abilities and/or being gifted
housing latent advantageous qualities
of body, mind, or spirit,
(whether identified at an early age,
or discovered visa vis later in life)
allowing, enabling, and providing them
better yet, perhaps hypothetical person
born that way as a polymath
(or a poker face, yet get smart to play dumb),
but nevertheless exploit innate
mental, physical or spiritual endowments
with honest to goodness
sweat of brow modus operandi
to experience successfully
(what envious others may chide
as them living the life of Riley)
comfortably numb judged
as free and clear lifestyle against deprivations
with difficulty, yet without deliberateness
flaunting obvious plentitude,
perhaps erring by hosting gala events
paying deference towards billionaires
all the while downplaying
amassing trophies of capitalism
but never missing a beat
to accentuate compulsion
toward keeping up with the Joneses
for all the webbed wide world to see
oozing pretentiousness grafted
upon struggling origin
as humble and poor member
of bourgeoisie economic strata.

Impossible mission for full fledged capitulation
of monied class subsequently as faux proletariat,
would be laughable drama
considering those capital assets
went up in smoke
(understandable and definitely hard hit
would be victims
without homeowners insurance),
and lacking that secret stash of money
hidden under a mattress
or deep underground
beneath generations old palm tree
but the luckier ones could access
offshore accounts no doubt
bulging with available super duper funds.

Upon glancing at the headlines
I espied an unusual communiqué
crediting Poseidon with helping ease
the lack of adequate water
substantiated by Department of Water and Power
acknowledged that Pacific
Palisades reservoir offline
closed for structural repairs,
plus confirmation that by 3 a.m.
Wednesday January 9th, 2025 (of course)
all three tanks, (which hold
one million gallons each) went dry.

Out of the blue
and into the black of darkened skies
courtesy explosion from incendiary material
an immense humongous cloud
saturated a bajillion percent with moisture
(spanning across the entire horizon
from all points of the compass
north, south, east, and west)
Poseidon came forth to the rescue
not quite in the nick of time,
nevertheless a heavy downpour,
(a record amount of rain deluged the area)
larger than the size of Rhode Island
immediately pooling into waist
then tens of feet of high water
within minutes, where
analogous to a Biblical flood,
thus you can bet your bottom dollar
aforementioned statement
originated from a reliable source.

Matthew Scott Harris
could not contacted for further questioning
hence sometimes we need
to believe in a higher power!

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