For my readers, followers, friends and all those who doubt my connection to our unidentified Aliens, my “Mothership” landed for a visit today, to check-up on how I was handling the planet earth’s present dilemmas, and I’m afraid I had to report that the situation here is stagnant and quite grim.Β Β
Zap, a gigantic lightening bolt precedes a mystical power surge
Traversing the cobalt skies, like horizontally sleek outriggers
Vividly scoring chords to hang our every word on
Like musical lines, writing out our lost dreams and regrets
Sound-waves echoing, poles apart, going north, south, east and west
Conducting iridescent lights over our purple and orange sunset
Vibrating quasars, pulsating from deeply inside, outer-space
Focusing towards the huge magnetic Receiving Dish, signalling “An Arrival”
Recording a celestial traveler, singing with an angel’s voice
Resonating sweetly, like Handel’s, Messiah Hallelujah Chorus
Translated into our universal language of symphonic sound
Digitally televised for the world’s population to simultaneously view
The Super-Sonic Cosmic message to be heard loud and clear
“We’ve returned to your degraded planet earth”
“To again, bestow upon you, Peace And Goodwill”
“Like we’ve done before, Eons of Millenniums ago”
Ivor Steven Β (c)
I love this poem, fantasy and galaxies far away, plus a super Bowie track. Thanks Ivor π
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks Sue, I’ve been mentioned as being Alien πΎ lately, so I thought I’d repost this poem of mine from last year, and I’m so pleased you liked my reconnection here ππ
LikeLiked by 1 person
The Institute of SETI,
and the Whovians,
are all ready.
Will they communicate
telepathically,
or will they just use
the telly πΊ?
LikeLiked by 1 person
As a Whovian I remember , I’m sure they’ll do both
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh, SETI,?? π
LikeLiked by 1 person
What a gorgeous piece of poetry, Ivor. I love how you crafted it!
And Bowie! β€
haha the photo is priceless!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I don’t think my poem is that good, but my intentions are honourable for an alien, and I shall get betterer at this poetry stuff, you humans are hard task masters, but some your ideals are like “do as I say, not do as I do” xx
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well I liked it. π
Haha you are right, insightful alien you.
xo
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks Vanessa, most of us poet aliens are friendly
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m glad to hear that Ivor. π
LikeLiked by 1 person
(( uggs uggs, hiss hiss))
LikeLike
Great sounds evoked
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Derrick, I’m having trouble keeping up with the sonic sound waves…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow! This is brilliant
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you β€οΈ Zany, us alien poets have caught on quick. π I’ve learnt about poetic licence already π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh I know. Lol. I really live your work. I am glad I found you
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m pleased you like my lingo πβΊοΈ
LikeLiked by 1 person
Its a great lingo lol
LikeLiked by 1 person
And hope you’re feeling betterer today, you’ve been on a downer ((hugs))
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks. All hugs gratefully accepted lol. Oh yes, I do get down sometimes. The effects of the cancer sometimes get to me, plus other peopkeβs cruelty. But always, the person within me wins through. Yes, it is a rocky road. Thankyou for your kind essppp
LikeLiked by 1 person
Always my pleasure βΊοΈ π π
LikeLike
Great poem, photo, and song to accompany them! Brilliant, Ivor!
The photo made me laugh! π Now I will go sit on the curb and hope The Mothership picks me up soon!
HUGS!!! π
PS…
Q. How do you get an alien baby to sleep?
A. Rocket.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Haha, I only took the photo today, when I saw the “mothership” I immediately thought of you, and couldn’t stop smiling βΊ what a great coincidence ππ
LikeLiked by 1 person
HA!!! Thank you, Ivor! That’s great! And funny! π π But…hmm…I guess my work here on earth is not done…yet…as The Mothership has not contacted me! π π
LikeLike
I don’t think our work here on earth π will ever be done πthe planet is in a mess. And these humans, the ones we wear costumes of, are always too busy fighting against each other and they never even notice we are here. They’re a weird mob !!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Coincidence perhaps, perhaps not Ivor, if The Starman had not landed would your poem have been born. Another one of the great unknowns of this vast universe – Live Long and Prosper.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Dear Chris, you make this alien feel very welcome here
LikeLike
Well I do from what is referred to as the land of one hundred thousand welcomes…
LikeLiked by 1 person
‘I am Not an non-believer. I think it is arrogant to believe we are the Only Race that exists in this Universe’ ππππππ
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Adnama, and yes that’s the whole point of these sorts of posts that I present every now and then xx
LikeLike
πππ·βπΉ
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well this is a twist to make us think!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, too many of us have stopped thinking xx
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s the truth!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’ll keep thinking and writing.
LikeLike
And that is what writers do. π
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wonderfully written Ivor
LikeLike
I await good news from the SETI Institute, so that this Whovian can live and prosper somewhere else in the vast Milky Way. Perhaps Stephen Hawking, another Whovian, awaits me there! Ivor the Alien Poet is much like Mr. Spock (Leonard Nimoy) said : “I began to study human behavior from an alien perspective, thinking, humans are interesting , sad, foolish, but worthy of study.” Love this entire post, the poem and Bowie’s music! Thank-you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Us Aliens do really want help. !! This place is a mess
LikeLike
Nanu Nanu Greetings from Ork!
LikeLiked by 1 person
π Thanks mate π
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure old chap!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nice work Ivor. It has a Beat feel to it, almost ironic. I think I hear hope as well.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, I’m always hopeful, someday we’ll have a good Doctor who could turn things around for us….
LikeLiked by 1 person