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“EVOLUTION OF”EVOLUTION OF A GLORIOUS STORY?” OF A GLORIOUS STORY?”

“EVOLUTION OF A GLORIOUS STORY?” OF A GLORIOUS STORY?” a poem 27 April 2019 (Saturday!)

PHASE ALPHA!

I “looked” around, or-FELT-for-a-while!
A MILKY BED! is just my style!
I-kind-o’-like-to-undulate – here and there!?
This-“space-and-time” thing – is-hard-“to-wear!”
“I think I AM SPLITTING!? NOW!? I-feel-SPLIT!
But I AM! conscious!? a-little-bit!”

PHASE HU-MAN-A!

Flash-forward! ALIENS APPROACHED OUR BASE!
We! Humans! are-simply-lost-in-space!
“We” now anti-ci-pate our-inevitable demise,
At-the-“hands?” of-“aliens!?” “WHO’S-IN-DISGUISE?”
I ASKED, as Bella-Dona came!
“Hush up, ye hu-man!” “Bella, you’re-STILL-a-dame!”
I said that as I was being harshly restrained,
By her “alien cohorts,” who-were-NOT-terribly-pained,
By-partial-extermination – of-us-“human-chaff!”
One looked to ME, as I did laugh!
“You puny, weak – and putrid thing!”
I smiled, as-“they” attached a ring,
Around my neck – and closed it tight!
THEY WERE SO-CURIOUS, AS-TO-WHY-I-DIDN’T-FIGHT!

PHASE PLE-JA-REN

Now-Friends! in-The-Twinkling-of-an-Eye,
“Aliens”-populate-The-Earth! and-this-is-why:
It’s-because-of-this-little-story’s next design;
I’m now an alien, and I’m feeling fine,
And ALL OTHER SEEMINGLY WILLFUL ONES,
Are also “aliens,” and they have guns!
Ray guns! (Oh, yeah!) to keep “the animals” in line;
In-case-of-attack, guns subdue-THEM fine!
They are tranquilized, perhaps for eating,
Mad-dogs – cats – or-sheep, a-bleeting,
Or monkeys – lions – and hu-mans too!
YOU-KNOW? ALL THE ANIMALS YOU FIND AT “THE ZOO!”

It’s-funny-how No-single-“alien” remembers when,
Humans did rule – this Worldly Den;
Nor do any remember when we were “earlier ones,”
And-“we” swam the seas, and “we” harnessed suns!
We-also-swam-in-plasma! Who knows where!
Now, Thank Heaven(s)! We don’t-need-no-underwear,*
Unlike “hu-mans,” who will “poop” their pants!
“They” do-have a form of “talk,” with grunts and chants!**

It-is-now 2550? a year NOT to remember,
What happened in 2020, in The Bleak December,
When “aliens” took over, from distant stars!
“They”-took-over-this-“plane” “hu-mans” used-to-call “OURS!”

Yet, there IS – ONE “court jester” among us here,
A science fiction poet, who, as-a-result-of-his-silly-profession, doesn’t-fear,
To write about silly, fictional times, when he laughed at scary visitors,
Who demanded respect, as His inquisitors!
He laughed without fear, for He knew that His story,
included A NEXT STEP – of “Alien Glory!”
He’s also a pseudo-scientist, who studied amoebas,
Undulating, one-celled-organisms, living-in-fluid-milk-“kivas!”
He inspects his amoebic “friends,” asking if they’re OK!
And THEY’LL SPLIT! if-he-blows-them-a-kiss or-when-he-teaches-them-to-pray:
“I might be – just a single, one-celled, little thing,
But BLESS ME, Lord! for-I’m-in-The-Glorious-Story The Mystic Poet likes to bring!”

fin <3

* – This will come as a welcome “relief” to those who prefer “going commando!” Many humans find underwear uncomfortable and restrictive! “Aliens” have no need of such “devices,” as they excrete in a “proper” fashion, without stress and stench!
** – like dolphins, who use a form of echo reflection, so the hu-man techniques are not quite as sophisticated!

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