assorted poems

Planets Mind

My beliefs are different to some that i've been told

I think the universe for example is extremely old

I also think that nature is so large it can't be rare

to find a planet, upright bipeds, two eyes and some hair.

I've seen a ghost in action and I've seen a ufo

I've felt vague telepathic thoughts

and sometimes even know

what's going to happen next

a bit like de ja vu

I've dreamt of future happenings

that sometimes...come true

i think our planet is a creature living and with senses

we as humans are its brain, after jumping countless fences

jung talked about a place, a repository of thoughts,

the planets inner world of dreams, a subconscious of sorts

all moments and all life that ever looked upon the shore

is captured in the planets mind and kept forever more

this place we know as heaven or nirvana in our dreams

inhabited with legendary figures in their reams

we only just begin to grasp the nature of our selves

to include beasts and plants and aliens and even elves

Wormhole

a wormhole is a good way to get from A to B

without the need for lightspeed

to put it simply

a tunnel bridging points in space

as far as stars apart

a shortcut through the fabric

of our universes heart

it's not an engineering feat

that we can construct

but without it, if we want to travel far and wide

we're f****d

Parity

countless folk are broke

but still a few have many

things that they dont need

that certainly dont feed

much more than over

stimulated unecessary greed

the world is large and round

but mostly not of ground

and water there is plenty

but not that much to drink

land is always grabbed from

those to tend to need it

those who cant afford to buy food

but who grow it and they feed it

to their children and their families

there's never much left over

a little cash to buy scant goods

a second hand pullover

H51N UK

chicken flu chicken flu where are you

you came across a mountain

and i'm sure i heard atchoo'

a swan was diagnosed

as dead of certain causes

enough to fill with dread

some people from all quarters

an epidemic forecast

a plan to act in time

lets see if this blows over

or something less sublime

The Dance

the story makes for quite a dance

the consciousness within a trance

for all is well and well is good

and good is how it damn well should

be for the story must go on

as a show would star or none

a chapter opens another folds

a mother suckles bread grows moulds

a tadpole turns into a frog

whilst fungus eats upon a log

the forest is a home to many

cities burn and people bury

memories rubbish dreams ideas

the world is also full of seers

as minds evolve they co-create

a deepening division based on hate

while loves still flourishes

theres a chance that we continue

on the dance

freedom passes hand from hand

laws and customs through the land

pigeons beckon food for all

homeless people 'seen it all'

buses tramways cars collide

rock our boats the ground doth slide

FO’s

ufos are strange old things

aliens, plain weird

some have big round bulbous heads

and others have a beard

flying saucers come and go

and sightings are quite clearly

evidence of ET life but humans hold on dearly

to the notion that we as people are utterly unique

i find the thought that we're alone in space so vast, so bleak

planets, moons and oceans are a common element

of a greater scheme of nature

whose discovery we are meant

to find in time to save ourselves

from early doors as species

a better fate than current course

to die in our own faeces

String Theory

one string 2 string

red string blue string

are you like spaghetti

or are you like a shoestring

do you coil infinitely

or represent infinity

is your course pre-set to go

or are you flotsam in the flow

your mathematical ambiguity

creates a shroud of emnity

so science and humanity

are yearning for acuity

like maker you cannot be proved

the act of looking shows you moved

a forced observance stretches mind

of our weak ill enabled kind

a creature trapped in beast and blood

seeks further knowledge for own good

so keep your secrets locked away

until a more enlightened day

the power coiled within your spring

increases danger it may bring

a warring animal like man

would use your beauty how it can

to secure resources and time

we are not ready

do not unwind

Untime

gaia states that earth's a living creature

but what if our home planet's just a feature

of a system that's been going

for longer thank we think

where universe events that live and die in just a wink

in the eye of an uncreature

in a garden made of rhyme

who sits watching seasons pass along

the river of untime

Wind Mill

wind mill

turning blade

clean and safe

why oppose on grounds

of views

unsightly landscapes

instead it's said that nuclear is

better

although radioactivity is known to last forever

almost anyway

time that we can't contemplate

harnessing free energy

becomes our generations fate

Superluminal

far, near where's the seer ?

up above, around you,

what could make things far more clear ?

an Object Flying, perhaps two,

mind of photonic twinned pair

leads all the way to much flight

steady uphill climb there

to a future that is all bright

zero point energy field

sitting in the dark

waiting for a switch to yield

more power gleaned as per quark

than all the science ever thought

that energy could hold

a secret source some would purport

of secrets known untold.

the dreams of science fiction

realised within the year

the overcome of friction

leading final death of fear

a pleasant sky with untold hope

a smile upon all faces

when once in dark did humans grope

for contact with space races.

all is calm and all is clear

gravity leaks within

a little comprehension allows

far travel at your whim