
A poem I wrote back in April 2019, just before I wss about to fly to the other side of the world, New York and Philadelphia.
Co-Existing
On a starry Autumn night
Lying under the cosmic sky
I see a universe beyond
The galaxy’s milky way
With unnumbered orbiting planets
Astronomer’s clearly hearing their sound
Radars that echo, there’s no shadow of doubt
Out there somewhere
In the vastness of space
Another similar earth, co-exists
Do those purple aliens
Wait and wonder
Look to the cosmos and ponder
When will those humanoids arrive
Invading their picturesque, violet atmosphere
Ravaging innocent foreign lands and lives
Bowing to the human war cry
Assimilate or die
“Melancholy Man” The Moody Blues
I’m a melancholy man, that’s what I am,
All the world surrounds me, and my feet are on the ground.
I’m a very lonely man, doing what I can,
All the world astounds me and I think I understand
That we’re going to keep growing, wait and see.When all the stars are falling down
Into the sea and on the ground,
And angry voices carry on the wind,
A beam of light will fill your head
And you’ll remember what’s been said
By all the good men this world’s ever known.
Another man is what you’ll see,
Who looks like you and looks like me,
And yet somehow he will not feel the same,
His life caught up in misery, he doesn’t think like you and me,
‘Cause he can’t see what you and I can see
Ivor Steven (c) April 2019
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G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20
Assimilate, would be, the, only option that the ones who are, taken over, have, while, death, is, what we select, when we don’t want to, be, ruled under, another, race of, different, people.
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I am always wondering about the vastness of the Universe …
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Such an appropriate poem for the start of your trip
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Yes indeed … I was definitely going to far away to meet my alien cousins for the first time 🤗🌏
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