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Steel and hardware
Made it through
(We'd be nowhere without you)
You gave us life
You fought like hell
(all your secrets, you'd never tell)
And steel and hardware
Made it through
Our hearts and minds
They made it too
No matter where your pieces go
You're a hero
(this I know)
So fight it hard
Your broken bones
The sacrifice
Left in our homes
Men and women
Have died right here
their photographs,
You kept them near
But here it goes,
Our final run
(of all of them
this is the one)
Should I, and we,
And humans fall
You were our love
So say we all.
Made it through
(We'd be nowhere without you)
You gave us life
You fought like hell
(all your secrets, you'd never tell)
And steel and hardware
Made it through
Our hearts and minds
They made it too
No matter where your pieces go
You're a hero
(this I know)
So fight it hard
Your broken bones
The sacrifice
Left in our homes
Men and women
Have died right here
their photographs,
You kept them near
But here it goes,
Our final run
(of all of them
this is the one)
Should I, and we,
And humans fall
You were our love
So say we all.
Literature
lightkeeping
As you pick up the lantern in front of you, you find it filled with a busy, buzzing flurry of lights. Somebody stuffed fireflies into this one - not the proper thing at all. You unfasten the latch, open the door; the little bugs stream out gratefully. They bathe the wayside in a faint glow for a moment, then vanish in the pitch-black of the Long Night one by one.
You settle down cross-legged and gently put the empty lantern onto your lap to dream up a star.
Literature
Directionality
I kiss the forehead of another dream,
cast away for different lives--
all my fields of green
seen through shutters
of different lenses, different eyes
that belong to me a half-step left
of the one I stand mirroring today.
These reveries--
revered to me;
refused of me,
refused by me.
Reflections of things
confused with me,
things yet to be seen.
When I die,
will I look back at trails I've cast,
branching worn, winding over grass,
a tree of life carved in the earth
by my unknowing feet?
Even better,
can I linger
over every second maybe,
reveal lives all hidden to me as I rise,
rise past the sum of every choice
and every right-hand
Literature
Opalescent
Opalescent
puddles shimmer aside pick-ups
and diesel engines resting
in the lot of a local diner.
The highway rumble fades
to jukebox country and patron
chatter past glass doors
smudged with the syrupy fingerprints
of apple-cheeked children.
There are no leftovers; everyone
leaves full or happy or contemplative,
eyes on the sky or head tilted
down, gazing into oil slick rainbows
and seeing entire worlds.
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This is, in all seriousness, a love poem to a starship.
I'm on the last two episodes of Battlestar Galactica and I gotta tell you, I have never been so sad to see a character fall apart and fail as I was to see Galactica breaking down. Anyone else watched the series? those people I hope are the ones most likely to appreciate/understand the poem x) Likely go to scraps or just outright be gone pretty quick- just had to write something, you know? For just being a piece of metal, I fracking loved that ship.
Comment for Scifi group here: [link] on ~StuntPilotin's piece "And Screamed"
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I'm on the last two episodes of Battlestar Galactica and I gotta tell you, I have never been so sad to see a character fall apart and fail as I was to see Galactica breaking down. Anyone else watched the series? those people I hope are the ones most likely to appreciate/understand the poem x) Likely go to scraps or just outright be gone pretty quick- just had to write something, you know? For just being a piece of metal, I fracking loved that ship.
Comment for Scifi group here: [link] on ~StuntPilotin's piece "And Screamed"
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Relativity I'll go a thousand miles a second
and fade away before the sun has reached its height.
There's no return planned,
and I'm so sure, so sure,
that there will be none.
I'll be three days older when you die
(of a heart attack, or something worse.)
It's too long a time for me to imagine
that they'll find a cure.
("We don't forget our own")
Your grandchildren do.
I'd like to say I'm giving you a second chance
but this is not a gift (not now, but it will be)
Our babies understand (they will, they will)
And so I was the shadow, the power, the reason
that everything came true.
I am the secret that made heroes great
and I was the o
Petra cry on my shoulder,
or give me a reason not to
let you
invade me, find your new home
i am just empty land
and your touch, my dear,
your touch could just
be the empire i need.
© 2010 - 2024 creativelycliche
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Wow. First time I have ever read science fiction poetry, and this was really well done. 
I remembered Battlestar Galactica when I was little, and I only remembered bits of the old
show, with some character named "Starbucks." But I never gotten around to following up
on any of the series. I know, it's sad since I'm a fan of science fiction stories.
But the moment I read the poem, the thought of a beloved spaceship, slowly came to mind.
Spaceships in the science fiction genre, had generally been so portrayed in such a manner that
the ships had a sense of identity and character of their own. The title, kind of helped me
since it seems like the name of a starship. I couldn't remember very well. Epic poetry. I enjoyed the
read.
I remembered Battlestar Galactica when I was little, and I only remembered bits of the old
show, with some character named "Starbucks." But I never gotten around to following up
on any of the series. I know, it's sad since I'm a fan of science fiction stories.
But the moment I read the poem, the thought of a beloved spaceship, slowly came to mind.
Spaceships in the science fiction genre, had generally been so portrayed in such a manner that
the ships had a sense of identity and character of their own. The title, kind of helped me
since it seems like the name of a starship. I couldn't remember very well. Epic poetry. I enjoyed the
read.