UFOs (part 2)

(Continued from part 1…)

The small creatures gathered
At the bottom of the large tree,
And then the larger creature
Started chewing up whatever

Was in its mouth, then
Dropping pieces down to the ground,
Where the babies eagerly
Gobbled them up.

That’s when I saw it: an arm.
A human arm. It was badly maimed,
But I could still make out
A hand, with partially chewed up…

Fingers. Yuck! And…yikes!
Was this creature a predator?
That would make me the prey.
Perhaps this was how cavemen felt!

But it couldn’t be a pterodactyl,
Could it? After all this time?
I had bent down low behind
A large rock, probably in much

The same way that a Neanderthal
Would have, so long ago.
I really was no expert on dinosaurs,
But I stared at the creature,

Trying to make sense of it all.
As I stared at, I guess, “her”,
She seemed to sense my gaze.
She turned from her babies

And looked right at me!
I wasn’t fooling her.
She knew very well that I was there,
She just didn’t really care.

That should have been no surprise,
But I was used to being
At the top of the food chain,
Not someone else’s potential lunch!

As she stared back at me,
Two really weird things happened:
First, I couldn’t believe it,
But her eyes appeared to glow!

Sort of the way the embers
Of a wood fire do.
The glow fluctuated,
Then went very bright.

Just then, I heard a voice,
Like a woman, saying,
“Hello, human.”
I looked around,

Wondering where the voice
Was coming from.
There was nobody around but “her”.
And she was not talking,

At least not with her mouth.
Her mouth was still chewing
And spitting out remains
To her young.

But she was still staring at me
With those glowing eyes.
Her greeting reminded me
Of my thoughts earlier,

When I first saw the younger
Creatures flying: maybe aliens?
Is that possible?
For a second I chuckled,

Thinking I must be losing it for sure.
How could I even consider that?
Aliens, from another planet?
That’s crazy!

Then I heard her voice again:
“Greetings, young one.”
Now I haven’t considered myself
Young for quite a while, so

At first I thought that maybe
She was speaking to someone else.
Then I realized:
She wasn’t talking,

She was thinking.

(To be continued…)

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UFOs (part 1)

One warm summer evening,
I was taking a walk in the woods.
I was winding down a trail
That eventually came out in a clearing.

Looking up, I saw a flock
Of bird-like animals on the horizon.
Squinting into the sunset,
I tried to make out what they were.

Something hissed,
And then I knew: they were not birds.
Some sort of flying reptiles,
Apparently.

A group of them alighted
On a tree limb nearby.
Creeping up upon them,
I was amazed at their beauty.

With a leanness not common
In humans, they had a shiny
Olive skin that glistened in the twilight.
It occurred to me that maybe

They were not earthly creatures at all.
Perhaps, for it has been millions of
Centuries since the pterodactyl
Roamed these skies.

Just then, a loud cry emitted
From the mouth of one of them.
Then they all started to cry out.
I didn’t know what to think.

Was it me they were reacting to?
Out of the corner of my eye,
I noticed something large
In the distance, rapidly approaching.

As it got closer, I realized it must be
About the size of a small airplane!
I decided that maybe I should
Take cover, so

I crept away, back to what I considered
To be a safe distance.
It must be their mother, I thought.
The creature landed at the top

Of a much larger tree, near the tree where the smaller creatures were.
Now I saw that the larger creature
Had something in its mouth.

(To be continued…)

Either Way on Either Side

I see you there, hoping
For something new.
Waiting and moping,
Feeling rather blue.

You only wish
There was a finer dish
To occupy your taste buds
Than the awful dose of crud

That fills your bowl.
You begin to howl,
But it is all in vain.
You are out in the rain,

Shivering from the cold.
You want to take a risk,
Something big and very bold,
So you throw a kind of disk

Up in the air, then catch it close.
The route is planned.
You’re so morose.
Your book is banned,

That is for sure.
You tempt with such allure.
Are you here with something more,
Or just reciting from folklore?

Only one will get through.
It may be me, it may be you.
But that is neither here nor there.
I will follow her up the stairs.

Kingdom come is falling now.
Angels dance and gods will bow.
Are you free to be somehow?
Feel it boom and go “Ka-pow!”

Let’s go to the store.
I will sit and start to roar!
We can have a lot of fun
As we slide, then start to run.

Will you come or will you hide?
Will you jump, then start to glide?
Take them now for a ride.
Either way on either side.

Such a Bore

Hen-pecked, tried and true.
Rearranged, then cried, “I love you!”
Do you dare, or do you dare?
Wonder where the fun is coming from?

Are you solvent, or just a tease?
Come down softly, bending knees.
See the logo, flying flags!
Hear the anthem, the verse now lags.

Are you an angel or a jungle gym?
The cage you sleep in with him
Reeks of dogs with fleas!
Do you wage a different kind of peace?

I claim the mountain until the end!
I refuse to break or even bend!
I will not go to and fro!
I won’t be the one who won’t say no!

Can we meet halfway there?
Do you think I am a bear?
Forest pixies laugh and shout.
They know you and will find you out.

Catching something in the air,
Closing lids and combing hair
Is such a bore when I want more
Than just hello and you don’t care.

The Unexpected

Claim a spot on the ground.
Jump up to the sky to see
A different view for a change.
Something different always helps

Clear the air and clear your head.
Wouldn’t it be nice to do
Something different every day?
But it would be chaos!

We would never know what to expect.
We would have to stay alert
All the time for the next random
Problem. We would live in fear.

So maybe the same old, same old
Is not so bad sometimes.
At least we can rest a little bit
In comfort, knowing at least

To some extent what will happen
In our crazy lives each day.
Of course we don’t always know
What people will say or do

In any given day,
But we know what is expected of us.
We have a routine,
At least most of us.

We do this because it works.
There is relative security in our minds
With the feeling that we are okay,
We know what comes next.

So, next time you are bored,
Perhaps you should consider
The alternative:
Fear.

C’est la vie!

La, la, la!
See you! No, you see me.
Play happily!
Run in circles,

Round and round.
Can’t see what’s coming, but
Don’t care either way.
C’est la vie!

Are you here to greet me,
Or do you have another strategy?
How many days are left
Before they sell Christmas trees?

Come with me
Mister Mestopheles.
Do you know the password
For the tender tarries?

Follow me
Oh, so carefully,
To the end of all that is worthy.
Let’s see what we can see!

Something New

Happy, slowly feel your way.
Come soon to the day we play.
Rhyme a lot and pass the time.
Curl up close and start to climb.

In your sleep you dream away.
Passing through, it seems to sway.
Stop your heart on a dime.
Color, sketch and draw a line.

Can you see what is to come?
Feel vibrations as they strum.
Clouds descend then blow away.
Each new smile is a new day.

What will be is what will be.
Just accept and set it free.
Leave the other to spend a life.
Never wasting on more strife.

Catch a closing thought to picture.
Pull the edge and feel the friction.
Some time soon it all will end.
And your hardship start to bend.

Do you think it’s time to go?
If that is all, then maybe so.
Should we tarry to find our step?
Now it comes, nothing left.

The Miracle

Deny your pride, and look inside.

The dream you had will make you mad,

But never knowing is worse than showing

What you’re made of, good or bad.

 

So what is it worth, for a second birth?

What will come from this endless sum

Of trial and error? Your extreme terror

Is sure to come to an end somehow.

 

Don’t give up on showing love.

Don’t give in to all the sin

You are tempted to fall into.

Surely you can find another man

 

Who is your soul mate, for

This is just the start of a road that is hard,

But well worth the trouble and hurt.

So stay faithful to the miracle.

 

 

Truth

Climb into the flaming chariot.

Take a ride to heaven-sent.

Close your eyes and feel the metal

Embracing you with its warmth.

 

Happy songs echo in the distance,

Crazy colors blink across the sky.

Twisted memories cascade inside.

Long leaps separate you from yourself.

 

Is the truth hiding from you today?

Is your stomach tied in knots?

Does this answer come at the right time,

Or is it just a passing thought?

 

Cute remarks fall from her lips.

An angel’s smile on a demon’s face.

Hefty lifts of dripping fangs,

While mercy runs away.

 

So what is your truth?

 

 

Truth

Climb into the flaming chariot.

Take a ride to heaven-sent.

Close your eyes and feel the metal

Embracing you with its warmth.

 

Happy songs echo in the distance,

Crazy colors blink across the sky.

Twisted memories cascade inside.

Long leaps separate you from yourself.

 

Is the truth hiding from you today?

Is your stomach tied in knots?

Does this answer come at the right time,

Or is it just a passing thought?

 

Cute remarks fall from her lips.

An angel’s smile on a demon’s face.

Hefty lifts of dripping fangs,

While mercy runs away.

 

So what is your truth?