Alien

Moon Man

Poetry, Space

Salford 12th September 2018

#promptuarium #Visitor

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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

Visitor

Poetry

#manchester #northwest

Manchester 23rd August

landed from some far away land

far from out in space

he wanted to experience life at a different sort of pace

he landed at the airport

created a kind of scene

they hadn’t seen someone at customs

quite that kind of green

after getting past the customs

he went off to the hills

experiencing the climbing

the wind the air the chills

and when he’d seen all that

he headed for the beach

and stuck his feet with all twelve toes

in the cool waters he could reach

drying off in a deckchair

having enjoyed his dips

he watched the waves roll into shore

with a box of fish and chips

Out of this world

Acrostic, Nature, Outdoors, Poetry

Out of This World

Toadstool

Taken root

On a spot of earth

Alien invader starts to feed

Devouring the water below

Some plants sit, aghast as they watch

The alien eat up their food like an unwanted guest

Others, are more philisophical as

Over time – the alien and his cohort – will be

Lifted, and thrown away – or (if edible) eaten

Outer Space

Art, Colours, Poetry, Science, Space

spaceman

#coloryourworld #cyw #outerspace

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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.

A Martian Landed at Media City

Cities, Football, Life, Poetry, Space, Sport, Sports

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A Martian he landed at Media City

He took a look round, but thought it a pity

That attracted by all those colourful lights

He landed his craft where he couldn’t see sights.

 

He saw a Man in a uniform sat behind desks

turning young adults to nervous wrecks

saying ‘this isn’t a place for you kids to play’

‘come back wi’ your teacher – on some other day’

 

The visitor saw the kids walk sadly away

as his eyes behind visor began to stray

as bustle behind windows , created a story

on some news worthy gossip, from Lib Lab or Tory

 

And on other desks too – tittle tattle from grounds

as footballers antics in town they’ve been found

and the camera’s flash on some sportsmans head

the latest transfer that’s been put to bed

 

The Martian he watched – as the screens switched to war

now and then stopped by the flash football scores.

It’s a funny old place this earth he did said

as news of the olympics flashed overhead.

 

And the lights they did change – as he saw the rings

and saw all the cheering and singing and things

as a scene from old stratford shone out a light

making the quayside shiny and bright.

 

So he entered his spacecraft and crafted a star

something that could be seen from near and of far

and he let it go upwards leaving trails on its way

lighting the sky for the others to play.

 

I wrote this tale during my time as An Ambassador for London 2012. The BBC had just moved in to their home on Salford Quays and this was my response to some of the overbearing security in that area…I thought, what if…hope you enjoy it© 2 years ago, Brian F Kirkham life • media • olympic • sport • alien • life2

Hide and Seek

Astronomy, Exploration, Poetry, Space

Hide and Seek

An Allpoetry  piece by yours truly – about little green men from mars (sic)

They called him “Curiosity”
and sent him off to Mars
to dig up samples of possible life
and collect them up in jars.

He had a bumpy landing,
from his journey from far off earth
but once he’d picked up rays from the sun
he was off for all he was worth

He collected samples for a week
the humans – on earth – sent him to seek
up and down this planet of red
till he powered down and went to bed.

And when he woke up
Imagine the surprise
Greeted by little men from mars
when he did rise

“You found us!” said a little furry creature in Green
“We’re such great hiders – we’ve never been seen”
So then it was his turn – and his wheels they did run
(after he’d charged up his batteries in the sun)

So, Dear scientists don’t worry today
his batteries aren’t broken – he’s gone off to play
with his new friends the Martians – he’s been there for weeks
finding new places – to play “Hide and Seek”