Alien



BIG TENT POETRY

http://bigtentpoetry.org/

asks for something scientific!

ALIEN!

I dreamed I was a Martian, with a normal Martian look,

Chancing upon a picture in a Natural History book.

A Human From Outer Space' it said, and I viewed it once or twice,

Because the ghastly creature really wasn't very nice!

It's ears were little curled-up flaps, it had a pink blob for a nose;

It stood up on its back legs in a very curious pose;

It had furry stuff on top of it's head, and also in its ears;

And its eyes were permanently washed by sort of ever-dripping tears;

It's hands were quite deformed with digits, ten of them, all splayed!

Was it any wonder that this 'thing' made me afraid?

I found myself repelled! This creature didn't look like me!

What an awful alien for anyone to see!

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THE SINGING BRICKS!

Some may build with plaster, some may build with brick,

Some may build with granite, that is very strong and thick.

Some may build with mud-bricks, and some may build with straw,

Some may build cathedrals that fill us all with awe.

Some may build a house of cards, that topples to the ground,

Some were built for all time and the relics still astound.

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But all we had was people, not all of them could sing.

But they brought enthusiasm, that so vital thing.

And, as they gained in confidence, their voices grew more strong.

A warble soon became a note that was rich and full of song.

They found that they could harmonise and make the rafters ring;

They very soon discovered what fun it is to sing!

Each one of us was just a 'brick', but we had a great desire

To join, as in a building,

and build ourselves a
A CHOIR
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PS

Some friends and I had a pleasant lunch at The Beaches today.
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The Clasp

THE CLASP

Said Great-Grandmama ' I'll clasp it tight

Nevermore to see the light!

I'll look at his stupid face no more

For he's run off with the woman next door!'

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PERPETUAL MOTION

Don't analyze! Let your eyes dance across the painting.
Who cares what they are? Who cares what they do?
Someone has captured the wind and almost pinned it down!
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Raw

SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS

http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/
word of the week is 'RAW'

RAW

Such an ugly word.

But not always.

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Applied to food it can mean

Fresh,

Crisp,

Healthy

And, in every way,

Desirable.

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But apply it to feelings

And it becomes ugly.

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When someone strips the mask away

And we are revealed as

Inept,

Difficult,

Egotistic,

Petty,

And, in every way,

Undesirable,

It hurts.

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Like a flesh wound

It pains,

It weeps,

It intrudes on everyday living.

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But unlike a flesh wound

It does not heal

Evenly.

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'I'm over it'

We say.

But then,

In the dark recesses of a wakeful night,

It's there again.

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Raw.

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SENT TO COVENTRY

Where did that odd phrase come from? 'Sent to Coventry'?

It's been used in England for ages, with familiarity.

But few people know where it came from, or from whence it was derived,

Or why, for many hundreds of years, the little phrase has survived.

Whenever a certain person's snubbed and left out of the loop,

This phrase is is uttered to signify rejection by the group.

It appears that Coventry was named after the Covin-Tree,

And the Covin-Tree was a gallows! It's all simplicity!

So, when your friends ignore you, I'm afraid it must be said

That they are ganging-up on you and wishing you were dead!

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Reader Rabbit

                                             Lissa

MONDAY'S CHILD
http://childrensverse.blogspot.com/2011/03/mondays-child-36.html
Rhymes for Children

READER RABBIT

Rosie Rabbit loved to read.

Mother called? She'd pay no heed.

She was reading, as a rule,

When it was time to go to school!

She would not get out of bed;

Reading fairy-tales instead.

With ears pricked-up she would devour

Words and pictures by the hour.

She was given many warnings,

But wouldn't get up in the mornings.

In the end the family

Said 'Ignore her. Let her be.'

So Rosie read for days and days

Happy in her lazy ways.

Outside her window grew a tree

Which Rosie didn't even see!

After all, she didn't look;

 She was too deep in a book.

Her window had been opened wide

And branches soon grew right inside!

Shoots and leaves began to grow

In her room, above, below!

To the ceiling! To the floor!

Where shoots had never been before!

Still Rosie read and read and read

Propped up on cushions on her bed!

Finally the book was closed.

 Rosie closed her eyes and dozed.

When she woke how changed the scene!

She was quite encased in green!

The tree had covered up her bed

While she had read and read and read!

At first she thought it was a dream;

Then she gave a great big scream.

'Mummy! Mummy! Rescue me!

My bed is covered by a tree!'

They cut her out and Rosie said

'In future, I'll get out of bed.'

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PICTURE PUZZLE!

The shadow crisp, outlined, confident.
The reflection of the shadow wavering, uncertain, confused.
Whence it came, puzzling. And all seen from my kitchen!
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Feeling Blue

BLUE MONDAY
http://smilingsally.blogspot.com/


FEELING BLUE

We feel 'blue'. But why 'blue'.

Surely any colour would do!

Why should such a peaceful colour

Be alluded to as duller,

Sadder, and more distressed

Than red or green or all the rest?

Big blue storm clouds come to mind;

They make us feel more tense, I find.

But is that just a sort of fear,

Brought on by danger lurking near?
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Strangely enough, it's in the eye

That the answer's said to lie.

Depression causes the eye to see

Colours much less vividly!

Recovered depressives often say

Brighter colours have come their way!

They remark that the world seems brighter

Once their hearts are feeling lighter.
So, since shadows are often blue,
That must be what's alluded to.
Somewhere, someone, coined the phrase,
Describing one of his 'colourless' days,
When everything seemed dull and shaded,
Drab, depressing, and down-graded.
Maybe he said 'I'm feeling...............blue'.
And now the whole world says it too!
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THE BOX

Arthur was a miser and Daisy was his wife.

He'd counted every penny and she'd had an awful life.

He was a great deal older and getting short of breath

And it became quite obvious he was approaching death.

The thought of Daisy living on with all his wealth to spend

Really got to Arthur as his life drew to an end.

'You've always done as you've been told' Arthur gasped at last,

'Listen to me, my lady, for I am fading fast.

All my money, all my gold, my stocks, my bonds, the lot,

And every bit of jewelry that, thanks to me, you've got,

Are to go into my coffin in a box there at my feet!

Now, don't forget my orders now! And don't you dare to cheat!'

Submissively, with eyes downcast, then Daisy took her leave;

Saying 'I'll obey. I always have. And you know that I will grieve.'

In due course Arthur breathed his last and his funeral day arrived,

Daisy came in deepest black; the widow who'd survived.

A large box on a cushion lay; it was carried up the aisle

By Daisy who was weeping,( but wearing a tiny smile.)

The box was placed in the coffin down right by Arthur's feet;

The lid was screwed on tightly; the ceremony complete.

At the wake, a friend of Daisy's came up to her and said

'Don't tell me you're still obedient even though old Arthur's dead!

Whatever possessed you, Daisy, to give in to his demands,

When he's been a blackguard all your lives ! No-one understands!'

Then Daisy really smiled, she laughed, 'The truth can now be known!

All I've done is open up a bank account of my own.

I've transferred all his wordly goods into it in my name.

He's buried with a cheque, my dear! Isn't that a shame!'

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Accidental

ONE SINGLE IMPRESSION

http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/2011/03/prompt-158-accidental.html

chose 'accidental'.

ACCIDENTAL

Those unaquainted with a certain isle

Will merely smile a puzzled smile,

Seeing nothing but a cloud,

A sort of shapeless, whispy shroud.

The trace of serendipity

Is only in the eyes that see

Something meaningful in vapour

Now recalled in print, on paper.

I see the British Isles because

That's the place where I once was.

It seems a happy accident

And yet nothing  at all is meant.

It is a nothing, as am I,

One of us floating in the sky.

'An accidental map!' we say.

Then it dissolves and drifts away.

Nature itself is always blind;

Happy accidents are in my mind

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PREDICTABLE!
(Apres mois le deluge' or something like that!)

People carpeting the earth!
Ranting, rioting, giving birth!
Everyone fighting for a spot!
Daily hotter and more hot!
If we go on as we're going
Courting disaster, never slowing,
Then the earth will boil and roast.
As for us, we'll suffer most.
Because of avarice we will die.
Life will merely pass us by.
Everyone will cease to be!
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(But I'm eighty! Lucky me!)
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Arrested Development

LIMERICK-OFF MONDAY

http://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/

suggested the first line.

ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT!

A girl who took pride in her style,

Thought she'd wear nothing else but a smile.

She was so double-breasted,

She soon was arrested,

But she's bought a new bra for her trial!

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IN THE RED!

It may look like a phone-box, an old-fashioned one at that,

But a very famous Gallery is what you're looking at.

The people of Settle, Yorkshire, wanted somewhere to show their art,

So they chose an unused phone-box to play a vital part.

Here is someone important, cutting the ribbon with flare

To show that the Settle Art Gallery is well and truly there!

The first exhibition was of postcards; something small seemed to fit the bill.

And the people rallied round and brought their artwork with a will.

'The Guinness Book of Records' signed them up post-haste;

For it was a record way to stop an icon going to waste.

The grand old telephone boxes have surely had their day,

But the 'Gallery on the Green' has used one in a perfect way

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