Pre code poetry.. huh what? Grab a beer, sit, we'll chat and play bongos

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Crickets calling in the night are cousins,

As are the worms crawling under our feet.

And the day when the flying saucers come,

We should hope it is time for kin to meet.

No ancient seed crossed stars to make it so;

For life itself is the brood tie that binds.

Wise prophets have counseled; I think of one

Who showed brave sharing of alien minds.

Simak took us to Jupiter’s maelstrom;

We breathed methane and found greater glory.

When he saw the human race’s end - he

Built robots - who would learn from our story.

Pat,

Excellent effort based on Simak's Cosmic Engineers, which was his first short novel!

Nice work, Pat. I really need to start reading more pulps and short sci-fi novels as it seems to bring out great creativity in you guys. (thumbs u

Cosmic manhunt

After a plodding year Halloween again draws near

and the queen has demanded that her subjects show no fear

the rockets sitting on the pad are primed to depart

as the dreaded yearly manhunt is about to start

As she defied the unspoken code of space

meant to keep the odd antennae men in their place

who were weirdly pumped up and ready to riot

but she endeavored mightily to keep that gang quiet

Alas that task was nearly impossible to attain

those antennae men, they had an agenda to train

and did not want to lift off that rugged rocky planet

made of unyielding bleak porphyritic granite

but eventually the queens will won out

as she gave those men one hellacious shout

Get on board, or prepare to be fried

those rockets engines are new and thoroughly untried

The men boarded, and to the utter astonishment of all

the engines fired up and commenced to loudly bawl

the ships then blazed upwards for destinations unknown

and amazingly enough no engines were blown

So what was the reason to send the men forth in those ships

twas an mission inspired, by the queen with sublime earthy hips

it turned out she was merely tired of that bunch

and wanted a fresh batch on which she could munch

untasty and riotous was that current weird crew

soon to be replaced with those better suited for stew

Excellent

A quick bit of insta-verse to pay our dues

for the threads top ace of wordsmith muse

Into the endless void of space they sought

a bride with full features, and for this they fought

the endless boredom of galaxies far reaches

where none had ventured before without fiery speeches

Dale – your Cosmic Manhunt’s a hoot,

And the cover is a beaut.

I used to stare at it and dream,

That ‘wonder world’ reigned supreme.

She’s still worth a healthy gander,

And for that, I thank you, sir.

 

Cosmic manhunt

 

After a plodding year Halloween again draws near

and the queen has demanded that her subjects show no fear

the rockets sitting on the pad are primed to depart

as the dreaded yearly manhunt is about to start

 

As she defied the unspoken code of space

meant to keep the odd antennae men in their place

who were weirdly pumped up and ready to riot

but she endeavored mightily to keep that gang quiet

 

Alas that task was nearly impossible to attain

those antennae men, they had an agenda to train

and did not want to lift off that rugged rocky planet

made of unyielding bleak porphyritic granite

 

but eventually the queens will won out

as she gave those men one hellacious shout

Get on board, or prepare to be fried

those rockets engines are new and thoroughly untried

 

The men boarded, and to the utter astonishment of all

the engines fired up and commenced to loudly bawl

the ships then blazed upwards for destinations unknown

and amazingly enough no engines were blown

 

So what was the reason to send the men forth in those ships

twas an mission inspired, by the queen with sublime earthy hips

it turned out she was merely tired of that bunch

and wanted a fresh batch on which she could munch

untasty and riotous was that current weird crew

soon to be replaced with those better suited for stew

Need a contest..you guys are getting serious!SciFi serious.

Another Pov Haiku that, while addressing modern horror, is rooted in PCH.

The stamp a false god

Newer horror runs amuck

CCA denied

Pat,

The eternity poem it is a blast

as the earth men finally dared to stand fast

and the building mightily did it crash

their chance of victory transformed to trash

This fortress world

The fortress word was a tough nut to crack

we'd tried every imaginable form of attack

but still the fortified world firmly held it's own

no matter the powerful weapons they'd been shown.

There was a mysterious force at work

that held us at bay and made us lurk

deep in outer space, a full parsec out

where we mulled it over, conferenced in epic pout.

The entire planet was eerily hard wired

volcanic eruptions whenever desired

tidal waves swept forth from the endless oceans

as if summoned by mysterious evil potions.

wind whipped hurricanes swept the coast

and kept us trapped in our outpost

monstrous creatures prowled the land

and kept us penned in a narrow band.

Finally we tried a more direct approach

sent one man in to see if he could broach

the awesome layer of planet wide traps

without initiating an earth shaking collapse.

He tried and he was stunned to find

the planets surface was not entirely mined

however twas an enormous force field in place

that shocked him senseless, he was vanquished without disgrace.

Ah, Sir Tun, what could be better

Than an Emsh double-header?

Ed could catch that sense of wonder,

Time and again, that’s for sure.

His great work on the books from Ace

Makes imaginations race,

And verses form as the thoughts fly

In praise of fifties sci-fi.

Can you outlast your past

Can you live with a lie

How long can you last

Before you wish to die

Can you make amends

Can you really atone

For the death of friends

Now rotten to the bone

Jesus will not save

On that you can rely

When you lie in your grave

You won't be granted sky

A man with something to hide

A guilt that can never be fed

A soul lost of a peaceful guide

No peaceful slumber in bed

Now you take journey you know so well

Accompanied by the unholy hound

Drives you to your own personal hell

I will not fight or make a sound

A scary story on that final ride

To the place you'll spend forever inside -

'The Coffin'. Now the thread's revivified.

I have missed this thread but it has been moving along with the usual brilliance I see. Appreciate the work you guys have been contributing. We will kick this thread back in full gear!

I have missed this thread but it has been moving along with the usual brilliance I see. Appreciate the work you guys have been contributing. We will kick this thread back in full gear!

Excellent Retro!

insta verse tack-on.

Took the coffin car out for a spin

four skeletal gents suppressed a grin

as he sped along that darkening road

knew his demise would be what was owed.