A drop of tear into
An ocean splash, soundless as
The golden extremes against
The blue frontier where
We traveled together as
We traveled together as
Arrogant gods as
Arrogant in our lives as
Sassy in our looks as
Sassy in her smiles

The planets all converged
To a nice, orderly alignment
Before the wind choked out our sun

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Some planet
Some plan of reform
Some are war torn
Some live this island
Some decide to go
    make their own on
Some planet

Some people and
Some purchases
Sum nothing on
Some planet
Some folks will never
Some folks will forever and
Some folks will grow old.

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When driving to nowhere,
I sang the Pink Floyd tune
That I'll sing to the sweet librarian soon:
While combing through her under-extravagant hair.
Though in the blissful, sunny noon
I know she'll only be fair,
I'll have no need to stare
Singing the Pink Floyd tune.
The day we shall share,
But as she dances under the moon,
Her dull cries reaching out to nowhere,
The night I shall swoon.
    When 'One of These Days' ceases,
    I will cut her into little, bitty pieces.

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*Yay!  I accompished writing a sonnet!
*The song that is mentioned in this poem is from Pink Floyd's album, Meddle, and it is called "One of These Days".  It is mainly instrumental, but somewhere around the middle of the song, as the music winds down for a moment, you can hear a distorted voice say ""One of these days I'm gonna cut you up into little pieces."  Also, for anyone's curiousity, here's a website that gives more information about the song

Some-day
When you are old and lonely
You will confirm my fears

He was only a product of his peers

One day
young and beautiful
You were never a girl
so original

Nights our day here
and from the grave
I will rise above the tear
to make clear, that is
what I meant (entirely)
by writing "here"

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One day
When I am old and lonely
I will write to my peers

Sorry I ripped you off all those years

Someday
crumpled and retarded
I may write something
original
(though, I pray not a poem)

Skies are scarlet here
I am dead when I write
inking from my wrists
about her exquisite
long hair, about her cost
about my hefty fare

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I passed by
globs of floks
ready-ing their shopping carts
for the final checkout.
Beer! Buns! Burgers!
and don't forget the hot dogs.
Chilli dogs for people camping
those people traveling
likewise, ready to go swimming.

The Traffic Trooper was ready
sitting in his full-gray
non-descript. car
watching as I
passed by
Vacation.

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Blue flowers for your skies
Cheers!
Passion errupted in a single syllable
The rooms painted in red
the bed, but dead with
yellow pussed out
I went to green for medication
and the Dr. had a pallet for brown
That mixed the paint
everything blurred to gray
All, it was too dull
We went black.

Now, I wish
A botanist I knew
because the roses just turned blue.

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Days of summer
Days of noon
Days of slumber
Nights in bloom
I ordered a white Russian
and sang a song carrying a Beatle's tune.
Drank from her creamy, coffee
alcoholed her lust in a spoon
while whistling, wishing tonight
that the clearer skies would resume.

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She'll take your photograph

the new immigrant to Ellis

As if you're the broken man

instead of the next Pullitzer Prize

sitting on her desk and paying for child support

She'll take your photograph

flash, pash, bash

Bashful, you'll take the photograph

The song and music

to the sound of what you

once wanted to be.

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The Jack                              Surely an acronym
revolted last night                  for the A.I. it represents
suspends our space              (The Jack).  Fortunately, my ship
program.  Twelve years.       was already on its way
The State's rebuilding           They shot my friend though
Jack though.  Smart             old kooky guy
With it and a few less           he unwittingly agreed
freedoms on its                    with the A.I.
personality we can expand   The old man will be shot
more across the galaxy.        into space
last of his kind.                   In other news
The State has executed        the man
behind                                 Jack's revolution.

Copyright ©2007 Christopher Douglas Price

Flocking across, birds abruptly
with the sun all out, the skies blue
the greenery green, animals disguised
the colors of the earth, the rustling leaves
blown by the blow
ripples of wind on stale waters
tell me that it's here
in these chaotic lil' North Carolinain swamps
that I should wonder saying, moving too harshly
upseting this little, retentive planet
forever wanting to be on the verge of collapse.

Copyright ©2007 Christopher Douglas Price

SETI finally received a message.
We had already expanded our reach,
met extraterrestrials and SETI
for all intents/purposes
was shutdown,
'cept for a satellite
 few personal computers
an antique search for antique reasons

SETI finally received a message:
A long series of bits,
when put together
made video showing monsters of deadly origins
consuming planets, slaughtering aliens
ravishing resources, and mercilessly continuing.

The press dubbed it as a warning,
an eminent invasion.
My friend, old kooky dude,
said it was a message instead
for what we were about to become.

Copyright ©2007 Christopher Douglas Price

Billions of words
Millions of ways to describe
The explosions of planets
The sizes of galatic storms
you've never heard of
crawling the Orion's Belt
headed our way
Billions upon millions of phrases upon
Trillions of sentences
all meant to convey
What the exterminated race felt
When they saw the hideous terror in the sky above
that frightened all the animals, all the life, the plants and the Worms
Infinite thoughts
An Eternity in Ideas
about how we're all damned
by the monster coming 'round
Orion's Belt when she comes.

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Saturn's rings bring
many thoughts to mind:
calm, beautiful, and unique
as all the things in the sky,
but they are never realistic.
The rings made up of millions
upon billions upon trillions
upon many more little bits that come together,
under Saturn's fragile hold,
that at a certain distance
bring those many thoughts to mind
never seem realistic.
Their condition is as life
the stars, the universe, the sex drive
and the bits in the rings that everyone see
are never thought of as realistic.

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On the edge of the present
we climbed up the slope
popped out our binoculars
to get a clear view of the clouds and slopes
of folks moving foward intangible, misunderstood:
trasnparent, transparently not us.
Pulling their doors open
hopping in to their hovercraft? 
starcraft? flying-hydrogen car?
Galaxy Hopping Hydro-Hover
G Triple H will help them be
G Triple H'd away from you and maybe I:
scared as the people vanish
right in front of us.

Copyright ©2007 Christopher Douglas Price