Rambling poems

jijik2

jijik2
Traversing the Milky Way

Look to the centre
In a bright starry void

Out to the far reaches
Far away from SOL

Hear the thundering
Of the lasers fly true

They rumble past:
Their hits ablaze with purpose.

Traversing the Milky Way

Racing to greet their misteries.
Forever in starry void.

Thundering into eternity.
Traversing the Milky Way


Show me yours????
 
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jijik2

jijik2
The Star

What is that in the darkend sky
That Blue ball that hangs way up high
It gives us heat when we are close
Will we live through it, Who knows?
 

jijik2

jijik2
Exploring , exploring & exploring, and for like an hour i see your name.
A cool name, but still i don't want to see it anymore.
Everytime i go somewhere i see your name.

How happy and glad i am , that i am at a place where you have not been before.
Or is it just you are not back yet?
 

jijik2

jijik2
The Star is my mother, the planet is my father
In opposition and duality they complement each other
I exist and die on the tides of gravity
On the rhythm of their dance I emerge
Imploding and exploding like the universe
Everything I see is within me

In this Telepresence my soul is nowhere in my mind.
It is free, infinite and doesn’t stop with a grind
Manifestation of eternal frequency
 

Gunnet

G
Poems are far too highbrow for me to write
Most of them time they even have to be polite
Limericks are all I can manage
In some ways it's an advantage
Nobody minds if their rhymes aren't quite right

---

Joking aside, I'm enjoying reading your poems :)
 
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jijik2

jijik2
I watched the stars
in the womb of my ship
I rise from the still
streams of Stars,
Eager to make my millions
I race through the thin ethereal black
Later the stars flickered
faintly behind me
as I rushed on
to the rim of worlds.
I peered with anxious
eyes about me:
now I was flying
through starless voids.




Now i stop :)
Happy flying all!
 
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Paige Harvey

P
Hyperdicted.
White glow, hums, rumbles, beeps. You speak to me as we travel, and I'd swear you're alive.
Under my fevered touch, you remain steadfast and cool. In the face of adversity, you do not flinch.
Were I so strong, perhaps I could save us both.

Green glow, growls, screeches, roars. They speak to me, in a tongue unknown.
Under my paralyzed body, my heart races and screams. Nose to nose, they strike fear into my heart and I cannot help but flinch.
I am not strong. And we cannot be saved now.

...the white glow returns.
 

jijik2

jijik2
Paige Harvey said:
Hyperdicted.
White glow, hums, rumbles, beeps. You speak to me as we travel, and I'd swear you're alive.
Under my fevered touch, you remain steadfast and cool. In the face of adversity, you do not flinch.
Were I so strong, perhaps I could save us both.

Green glow, growls, screeches, roars. They speak to me, in a tongue unknown.
Under my paralyzed body, my heart races and screams. Nose to nose, they strike fear into my heart and I cannot help but flinch.
I am not strong. And we cannot be saved now.

...the white glow returns.
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thanks for that one, it's amazing!
 

IndigoWyrd

IndigoWyrd
Elite: Dangerous
Materials and Data
Bins are far too small

---

I met a young woman from Meene,
The finest I have ever seen,
But I tell you, no joke,
That when she spoke,
What came our of her mouth was obscene.

---

On gilded wings they fly,
to distant stars and unseen places.
With troves of goods to sell and buy,
at stations, outposts and planetary bases.

All around, these pilots bold,
face dangers in the void.
From pirates seeking to lighten their load,
to assailants who greet them, weapons deployed.

They go forth to seek fortune and fame,
always traveling farther and faster.
Each one seeks to make their name,
where so many have met with disaster.

Do not fly what you can't rebuy, wise words said.
But wisdom is wasted upon the dead.

---
A haiku, a limerick, a sonnet,
in forms traditional,
and in free verse, as is said,
"I've got this covered."
 

babelfisch

babelfisch
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
 

IndigoWyrd

IndigoWyrd
babelfisch said:
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
Click to expand...

I enjoyed that.
 

mojonaut

mojonaut
Elite: Dangerous was a game of the age

Flying FA could turn you to rage

Onto planets we'd land

They were just dirt, rock and sand

and all were the colour of beige.
 
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