Wednesday, 9th October 2019
#Space #Toys #Dreams #Octpowrimo
He always wanted to travel
Lego man living on the shelf
his greatest descent – not a fall from grace
but sent into flight from a feather duster
till one day he flew
onto a book that made his dreams
into reality (of sorts) – as he landed and
walked into a patchwork of stars
#Space #Stars
Salford 1st September 2019
A painting and poem with a space theme created at night (light pollution permitting!)
Out there in deep space
Revolving particles of matter are
Being brought together
In the creation of
The latest star in the night sky
Salford, 8th April 2019
It’s not as if an alien were
looking for a landing spot or
leading lights of theatre were performing outside
under portable stage lighting –
moon looks on in awe – as halogen lighting casts
instant brightness down the street
night time glow falls over housing
as orbs of light create silhouettes and shadow
the sky seems brighter somehow
its like the brightness has hidden all the stars
overhead – outside, some place there’s satellites flying
note though – with all the light – you can’t see them
Flying saucer landed – Pilot says “Hello!”
A response from inky to the six word story challenge
https://jrogers-author.com/2019/02/08/six-word-story-challenge-alien-2/
1st November 2018
Somewhere out in the northern skies
There’s a little blue man
Aiming to communicate…he’s
Really far away, but
Sends you a signal from off in the distance
Salford 12th September 2018
#promptuarium #Visitor
When the men from the rocket
landed on the moon
they weren’t expecting
a reception committee
The locals hadn’t seen Astronauts
and invited them to tea
they looked a little different
but acted like you and me
And they helped the men collect
rocks and soil from the ground
as the bosses from earth
wanted to know – if there was life around
And after the ‘nauts had left for home
the moon people to earth would go
to learn about their next door neighbours
in their fancy UFO
Salford, 22nd August 2018
Another piece inspired by the #Promptuarium
Many thought you a funny kid
On most nights they’d see you staring into space
Overlooking the positions of the stars and the zodiac
No other subject interested you more
Destiny ? to be the first man to live – on a base on the moon
Until then – you sit out in the garden – plotting your way there
Satellites floating in zero gravity over your head as you
Track your course with telescope, pencil and paper
They pulled the plug
took its power away
all communication
stopped
Now floating in space
a toy for the little green men
floating in space
with little to do
A tale of Constellation – first told on Allpoetry.com
The great relation of the sky
decided today would be a good day
to pay his sister a visit
He moved quite fast
for a constellation his age
as he travelled unaided through the stars
The Young whippersnapper
also known as “the red planet”
nipped at his edges – he wanted to play
And news from the rest of the family,
made his stars shine bright
in his mass of gas, chemicals and rock
A word with his brothers
out beyond the rocks
and then he moves off – to look after his flock
the family of planets
who’s father has died
and the small little planets, who often have cried
#coloryourworld #cyw #outerspace
Picture created with Colorfy
looking out into the night sky,
it’s difficult to tell what colour outer space is
we paint it black – like a sheet of silk
and those far off dots in the fabric ? far off mystical worlds
we gave them names – and put them in stories
myths and legends, told many moon rises ago
Aries to the Huntsman we follow with pride
through telescopic lenses or newspapers inside
and the robots we send to examine these stars
landing on the moon, and venus and mars
are the UFO pilots playing hide and seek ?
Its a question the scientists ask every week.
