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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Contact Before we meet a space-faring race, we will have practiced on each other -- if we are fortunate enough to have had sufficient time -- learning to not only tolerate different ideas, here,on Earth, but, to appreciate them. Before we meet, we will, hopefully, have discovered, that the true aliens, if any, are amongst ourselves, only. We should, then, greatly benefit from contact with fellow, intelligent, people. * * * j.r.m. 3 Nov. 2013 |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Dictionary Dichotomy The dictionary is quite heavy -- it won't get off the ground. It's words, however, quite unique -- they effortlessly, fly around. |
bodhisatva Send message Joined: 24 Jun 13 Posts: 98 Credit: 33,812 RAC: 0 |
Still Waiting... no signal as yet, i lost another bet.. when shall arecibo get, holy signal in the net.. I wanna alien pet, and an extra terrestrial vet.. shall fly a speed of light jet, and happily get my pants wet.. please god give us the wow hit, to migrate to another galaxy im all set.. (A Grand Salute to all the Setians, keep listening people) |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Perhaps, he had some business to discuss with Godot. |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
"In Sweeter Dreams" as the sun begins to rise above the trees, to break the night i can feel it's distant warmth is touching me i see a car go 'round the bend i see a highway with no end i see a place i used to be when i was young as the days go by so fast turn the present, to the past the one thing that will last the memories i am older, just the same and yes i can go home again when i gaze upon this place in sweeter dreams and the dream will have no end and yes i can go home again i can see all my old friends the way they were i will visit now and then all the places i have been as i remember when in sweeter dreams (db michel) PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
There he is, right on cue! I could hear you asking after me all over the internets!...so i thought it would be good of me to arrive back here where i was...back when here was where i was. PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Dan -- Perhaps, this is a big order, esp. so soon after John Clark's passing. But, perhaps even a brief poem? |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
Dan -- Perhaps, this is a big order, esp. so soon after John Clark's Jim...I put one up just a few posts back... PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Just read it, Dan. It had slipped by me. Beautiful. |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
With most of my poems, revisions -- except, for typo's, etc. -- are not made. That approach, as far as I'm concerned, is for the professionals. However, that said, once in awhile, one comes along begging an evolutionary revision treatment. And, so -- hopefully, you'll bear (possibly, with interest) a final draft of, "A Different Journey" (Here: "A Different Journey II"). This was done, at the urging of a poet (published) friend, of mine. * A Different Journey II I shivered, inside my coat. It was deep dusk, and the only sounds were from my footsteps on a desolate unpaved country road. How did I get on this road? Whisps of vapor muffled what seemed to be scratching sounds from within the bordering, old forest. A picture came to mind, that its leafless, gnarled limbs were guarding a dark secret, a dark secret from long, ago -- a secret, struggling to release itelf into the biting, cold air? Was I, somehow, involved? Or, was I being too critical of myself? Dispiritedly continuing onward, I became aware that there were no familiar distant noises of a community's night-time activities. Another dire thought ran through my head -- Did I die, and come back to forever anxiously tread this dirt road? Then, again, would there be a way to return to a familiar landscape -- as easy as waking from a strange dream? Facing the present reality, would just a night-time quest, suffice -- perhaps, just to the end of the road? Or, would a release from this bizarre, yet, somewhat familiar scene -- with many fond memories of pleasant hiking experiences -- require coming to terms with my life, before reaching a, perhaps, undesired destination? Would any other friends and family be somewhere on this road, or, other roads? Would my fate be in their hands? Of more concern, would theirs be in mine? Perhaps, I should wait; then, again, perhaps, I should pick up the pace? Would answers, or indications, appear only when strangers had joined in the trek? And, who might they be -- historic figures, perhaps ordinary wayfarers caught up, by mistake -- or individuals, such as myself, placed on this road, for a definite reason -- with the former as recruited actors to assist in this play, of sorts? It still might prove enlightening, if not enjoyable, to meet in a warm tavern or coffee-house, along the way, and, at least share life experiences. Would a time-limit be involved -- with a cheery, warm, sunrise signiling, ironically, my failure to successfully surmount a trial? What penalty, possibly absolutely heart-breaking, be awaiting a failure? Forcing my train of thought back into a more positive vein, I resolved to be alert to any indications of expectations for me. Alas, another shiver quickly ran through me. There were no signs of habitation, thus far. No warmly-lit windows, along the way, to allay my worries. I had memories, but parts seemed to be missing. A moon-lit meadow appeared, ahead. Perhaps, a sympathetic answer could be found inside an opened door. Where was my family? Where were my friends? No homes were in sight, and I was getting weary. . . And, it as still night. I never thought dying could ever be like this. * * * j. r. martin 16 October 2013 13 November 2013 |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
:o) |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Egality A turkey gobbled, down to me, from perch, up high, in hickory. I think he wanted point, to make: A tofu entrée would be great. "Your a-pinion", my reply -- "Turkey-wings, and apple pie." "Squawk", he replied, pointedly. "Eagle" rates, officialy. "Just listen up to what I say, that, thanks to you, that's what we see: Thanksgiving day's egality." * * * j.r.m. 15 Nov. 2013 |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
A Star-filled Future No longer are we strangers, we know each other's mind. Our IQ's without meaning, with data easily mined. Computers, gone; we need no phone. Transceivers in our heads perceive -- that most were bored, with life, and left -- that we are all alone. * jm, 2013 |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
Puns R Us A LGM approached me, yesterday afternoon, as I was walking in a nearby meadow. He introduced himself as Mr. Green. Speaking perfect English, he asked me my name. After my reply, to break the ice, I asked him if he knew what a pun was. He said, to my somewhat surprise, that he did. "You're on!", I enthusiastically explaimed. "On what?", he retorted. "You're onto something.", was my follow-up. "Some thing I don't exist.", he fired back. "Go down to Washington, D.C., and introduce yourself to the folks, in Congress. Exist the best way to pitch your line." "I'm going back home.", he sadly concluded our conversation. "I'd be completely out-classed. Line, is their forté." * * * jm 22 Nov. 2013 |
bodhisatva Send message Joined: 24 Jun 13 Posts: 98 Credit: 33,812 RAC: 0 |
Seems this wait will never end.. broken contacts will never mend.. |
Jim Martin Send message Joined: 21 Jun 03 Posts: 2473 Credit: 646,848 RAC: 0 |
I think a lot of people are "Waiting for The Dough." |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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