Poetry Blogs (science fiction)
I'm rushing below the firmament in a submarine
Pulled up by balloons
Rocket thrusters won't work in a vacuum
The torrid plasma liquid washes over the viewing screen
And the Hubble telescope cannot anywhere be seen
This periscope doesn't recognise the space handed to us it seems..
Am I floating beneath the epidermis of a prison planet scheme
I fear this is way beyond my theosophical steam
Monday 29th August 2016 11:39 am
Sci-Fi So Good
I look up to the spickly skies and wonder whether creatures
are idly looking down on me with glubulitious features.
For if the truth is out there (and I have no cause to doubt),
is it green or mangerine and does it blodge about?
Does it wear snickly nylon suits that sprackle when it walks
and will it chuggle like a baby every time it talks?
Tuesday 6th August 2013 5:07 pm
Fast plunge the meteors, the silent horde,
Then space of Solar System slightly quivers,
Small telescope, the best he could afford,
Feels Tim’s eye press as his mind softly shivers.
The platform that holds up his nightly seat
Is shaken until crashed to concrete base,
Is this the end of Tim’s nocturnal treat?
Will shards of Oort Cloud delete human race?
Saturday 24th March 2012 9:00 am
Saturday 20th March 2010 12:04 pm