Set the standard don’t follow the leader.
That’s what I was taught as a little girl,
work hard and you can do anything.
This is the land of opportunity,
there is no limit chase a skyscraper!!!
Everyone can obtain the American dream.
No wonder the ‘It’ word is now ‘Mediocre’,
we’re dogging those who have made it.
Those red, white, and blue colored eyes
have faded into a jaded palette;
Left without sparkle or ambition
right at the struggle they give up and quit.
The bar has lowered and no one cares,
yet they want to throw stones and axes.
Don’t expect to prosper from the game
renegade geniuses are going to change.
No wonder the ‘It’ word is now ‘Mediocre’,
we’re dogging those who have made it.
Love bombs to the unknown mastermind
who found a cure for every form of cancer;
Pulitzer Prize to the one who took humans
interplanetary, until they saw their initials.
If you can’t help than get out of the way,
set the standard don’t follow the sheeple.
No wonder the ‘It’ word is now ‘Mediocre’,
we’re dogging those who have made it.
A consortium for interplanetary exploration has conducted
the first ever mining operation in Mars, using robotic
automation that unearthed many valuable minerals and
uncommon elements from beneath the red regolith.
Scientists are not yet sure if for future Martian
colonization and mining activities they have to breed
an AI race.
HUBBLE TROUBLE
Maybe it’s magic or hocus-pocus
Some kind of spell is cast on me
A telescope in space, who knew
It takes a while to adjust the view
Earth orbit, not yet interplanetary
But images I see are out of focus
"Keys"
In my heart
music shines
like a key,
turning
the history
of chapters
written,
closing
new lines
crocheted,
chapters beginning,
glowing
stitches
dropped
sown pearls,
showing
opening
locked
doors,
codes
stored;
life unfurls
never rhyming
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2022).
18.9
Happy B’day, G.
ALL my love,
Mum.
"Calling of Occupants of Interplanetary Craft" /The Carpenters
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According to an unnamed source,
An interplanetary force
Mysteriously veered off course,
Crash-landed in amongst the gorse.
The comms are dead, the pilot hoarse.
He’s banging S O S in Morse;
He beats the hull like a dead horse.
Just when things couldn’t get much worse,
A text comes in: she wants divorce.
I think the spaceman tells tall tales I allowed.
Others were excited by his stories; I was not wowed.
Today he told me about a planet that he caught.
And an interplanetary catfish that was full of red snot.
They might be true, a girl said to me; her name is Naïve.
She was aptly named by parents who had grieved.
Because her sister Common Sense had died at birth.
I had no words for her, but I felt some mirth.
I
As a person
Me
Without devoid of a spine
Green
Buckle at jointed knee
Cap in hand
Crackle like the wilderness
Inside my stagnant mind
My skin is red to the bone
She'd upon my empty bed
So care no more
Angel fair
Ghost of nowhere
Declare the wanting is pray over
For if as please be for the deaf
Born with pallets cleft
Numb and horse of voice
1 , 2 , 3
A , b , C
Then open up my heart
So my eyes dare feel
In which or whatsoever category
I should sit
In order to fulfill my remit of aligning interplanetary love division
So I can bleach , spit , and shine my
Hubbard shoe's and house in order
Before I red bone buckle and she'd
this ghostly angel back
From whence it came unto me
On the precipice of the unknown
Mankind stands today
Will we overcome our fears
To live a better way
Outer space is beckoning
For some who like to fly
Life is still a mystery
An island in the sky
Is our fascination with the fate
Of all mankind
An actual rejection
Of the future we designed
Or is the role of mystery
A quest for true perfection
The interplanetary way
To make a new connection
Are we left to worry
By the meaning of it all
Do we sit at home and cry
Or stand up when we fall
The precipice of the unknown
Is where I like to be
What is good about a brain
Without a mystery.
Written and submitted to the "Pick-a-Title, Vol 28" poetry contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
On February 12, 2022
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Unceasing peace and calm arriving on the wings of twilight
brushed hymns quietly strung on golden harps by heaven's
mezzanine:
Plush dreams luxurious and velvety, such as the evening light
yielding and pliable, like your breath, breathing gauzy inhales
and exhales, on its own accord...
Interplanetary steps taken through the milky way
everyone is welcome here in this paradise of old, we are inlay
to the falling brooks and waterfall emotions , we are humans
soaring higher then the eye can see
Like the eagle and the hawk, we too can perch on new heights
lay down and caress the lofty mountains and the green green grass
We can fly like the butterfly nice and slow setting the skies aglow
We are amateurs of life, newborn souls babies in the milk of mother
regardless of our age, here we are eternally taken by the beauty
and the splendor that revives us, time and time again.
Begin your journey with one step and see where it takes you
my friend, Namaste !
Strolling along the tooth-track,
I lose my vibrant way in the *Black Forest.
Jackfruit flesh is tempting.
But there’s a hell beyond the heaven.
I fall into the ravine of fatigue
from the crest of *Mysore Pak.
Kidneys and their cousins wilt.
Drugs devastate my inland.
Sugary desires die before my mouth.
Yet how long do I have to wait,
watching the interplanetary mission
and wondering at the Big Bang?
First published in The Literary Hatchet.
*Black Forest – a chocolate cake
Mysore Pak – an Indian sweet
M en are from Mars Women are from Venus
A liens not speaking common language
R adio frequencies needing to be adjusted
S coring highest when both dials land on Love
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on May 10, 2021
So, all this time, we thought Goldilocks's simple story
Was a children's fable, a most innocuous sort
Found it is most sophisticated allegory
Around which many learned scientists would soon cavort.
As the narrative goes, not a complicated plot
The porridge bowls Goldilocks found in the three bears' pad
Were, to her taste, either much too cold or much too hot
Until she tasted the porridge the baby bear had.
It seems that astronomers are looking for a place
In the cosmos where water stays liquid all year 'round
Because a planet humans can inhabit in space
Must not be too hot or too cold—"just right" must be found.
The scientists are looking for that Goldilocks Zone
Just right for the sustainability of human life
A planet earth's residents could call their very own
And, hopefully, free of interplanetary strife!
Written March 17, 2021
For "Goldilocks Zone" Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
finding a way in this place
everyday someone pleads a case
trapped, yet free in an infinite space
no longer will I hesitate
eye opened, holding tight to grace
my mind on a high speed chase
reality at times I find difficult to embrace
negative emotions, constantly erased
genes of perseverance synthesize my polymerase
my name embedded in the land in all uppercase
now enlightened, money I no longer chase
dreams I trace
collectively organizing thoughts like a database
my history, my past, will never erase
my future, my weight
achieving, giving, thriving in this interplanetary space
finding my way in this place
the future is comingwriting.com prompt
the future is upon us
as we live
in a SF world
the question remains
will the future be bright
and filled with hope
will we overcome climate change
and repair the broken dying world
will humanity take to the stars
leaving behind our planet
as we colonize the solar system
and invent faster than light
interplanetary travel
will the future be a dark Orwellian nightmare
will fascism take over the world
starting in the United States
as democracy dies not in the dark
but in the bright light of day
as the public embraces
fascisms applauding
the end of our freedoms
in the vain hopes
that will save us all
will the evil AI
take over the world
unleashing endless robot wars
screaming death to all humans?
the old song says
que sera seara
the future is not
for us to see
but I hope and pray
that in these dark dangerous times
we can overcome
and end up with the vision
of hope transforming the world
and not end up
with the dark Orwellian future
that I fear is our fate
Unless of course
the AI robots
kill us first
I carry your heart in my pocket
Only you can make it melt, like chocolate
Let’s go away together into outer space on my rocket
We’ll intergalactic travel through the milky way and look for comets
Step into the void, holding your hand flying pass stars
I just want life to be peace and to be where you are
Break away from the nonsense, diving into an infinite space
Distant from a world enticed by power and profits
Dancing under meteor showers, no worries, no one displaced
I put your adoration in a secret locket
Celestial beings we are, navigating in an interplanetary space
You're my favorite, like dark chocolate our love is cosmic
It is out of this world, quite atmospheric
Floating in the nebula, no one can touch it
I will always carry your heart in my pocket
Only you can make it melt, like chocolate
Let’s go away together into outer space on my rocket
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