#alien poem

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[bc-byron]

Interstellar Pitstop

Sometime ago in the woods I was hiking, When out of the clouds came a flash like lightning. I looked to the sky and my eyes were astounded - a saucer ship hovering, blue light surrounded! It zipped and it spun like a big shiny bee. It finally stopped, hovered right next to me. My jaw hung wide open. I couldn't believe. A craft that no human could ever conceive. It landed so softly, a smooth…

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[jessicakimx]

StarLight

Stars paint patterns of years gone past

We can’t tell for sure if they still last.

The speed of light and millions and billions of miles,

An equation of astronomical styles.

Plopping you in the midst of space

Reminds of your insignificance in this place.

But as you learn you are made up of star dust

In the Universal patterns you must put trust.

I am a gifted alien upon this Earth.

For finally seeing my real worth.

[earth-visitors]

The Alien      BY GREG DELANTY

I’m back again scrutinizing the Milky Way              of your ultrasound, scanning the dark                                                                        matter, the nothingness, that now the heads say             is chockablock with quarks and squarks, gravitons and gravatini, photons and photinos. Our sprout,   who art there inside the spacecraft                    of your Ma, the time capsule of this printout,                        hurling and whirling towards us, it’s all daft             on this earth. Our alien who art in the heavens, our Martian, our little green man, we’re anxious     to make contact, to ask divers questions               about the heavendom you hail from, to discuss                             the whole shebang of the beginning and end,              the pre-big bang untime before you forget the why and lie of thy first place. And, our friend, to say Welcome, that we mean no harm, we’d die                  for you even, that we pray you’re not here                           to subdue us, that we’d put away             our ray guns, missiles, attitude and share our world with you, little big head, if only you stay.  

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I fell asleep one night, and my boyfriend wrote a poem about our conversation...