Black Poetry : The Next Stop

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  1. Harry Hyman

    Harry Hyman Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    The Next Stop


    High upon the pink hilltops, one breeze above the red treetops,
    stars punctured night sprinkling clouds with purple hue
    which caused the falling gold moonbeams
    to filter down in almond streams
    and spray my eyes with beauty of an alien planet’s view.

    There I was transfixed by majesty without conflict,
    wrapped in a silence throbbing soundless at my ears,
    whose symphony made the colors thunder
    across my eyes to wake from slumber
    the Awe that senses flood to wonder what Architect worked here.

    Dawn gaped a yawning rippling pecan light thru morning.
    A craft was approaching with a rumble and a roar.
    Overhead, it passed a tree
    turned and landed close to me.
    As I stepped inside, the capsule shut closed and sealed its door.

    Up! Up! It whisked me. Ground fell from my feet,
    passing clouds that hovered in the upper atmosphere
    which stood as guard and sentry
    against all outlaw cosmic entry.
    Then I walked the capsule’s gantry to the starship’s pilot chair.

    Automatic did the buckles strap my chest and legs and knuckles.
    Jaws tensed, preparing for an up and coming jolt
    in a silence made long lasting
    ‘til I felt the rocket blasting
    then I closed my eyes and took one breath, just before the bolt.

    Straight to lightning warp-speed, thrown back in my seat,
    control and throttle gauges blinked their lights upon my berth.
    - Unzipped did I my flight suit.
    -Unlatched my helmet’s visor too
    to read what was my next stop…Yes! That planet they call Earth.
    Are they civilized…………..……..yet?

    Namyh
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    not yet but a change coming ...this was awesomely tyte Harry
     
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    there are moments...

    ...in this passage
    where i'm sure it's clear to be
    an inkling of the civilized
    but its trace wasn't clear to me
    so, my trek continued on its way
    thinking i'd stop by on my second pass
    "are they civilized..." i think you asked
    yes...but their civility is short to last
    short on patience
    short on compassion
    short on love...sincerity...and action
    short on the things that makes one take notice
    short on respect. DO YOU THINK THEY EVEN KNOW THIS

    "are they civilized...yet?"
    baby...let's blow this


    SORRY, HARRY...THINGS ARE LOOKING DREADFUL, NOW....
    SHA LA LALA....SHA LA LA LA...:)
     
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    Rich – If a change is coming, it better get here quick. Our time is finite. Thanks Rich. Namyh

    baller - You’re right ! And with all those “shorts”, the inhabitants have been known to kill presidents, crucify gods and even blow each other up. An alien from another world might want to ponder that and skip this planet and head to Saturn, preferably at warp speed and then come back in a hundred years to see how we’re doin’. I might not be here but I’ll bet we’ll still have those “shorts.” We’re a species that loves its crutches and won’t give them up easily, even if it means progress. Mankind, you gotta love ‘em. Thanks baller. Namyh
     
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