Thank you for taking the time to visit my web site Sincerely Jean Elizabeth Ward (I will be adding to this page as time permits) |
| HELLO and welcome to MY ALIEN POETRY Presented by Jean Elizabeth Ward Poet Laureate -- Published Author Multimedia Artist -- Mandala Maker |
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Part I of this series is dedicated to Poet Angelicarols REPORT TO MASTER OF SPACE Science Fiction Poem We boarded our space ship On wings like Glow Doves, And flew away on our trip To spread our seeds of love. We were nestled on ship, Our dove of the skies, For what seemed like Millions of months -- in the skies. That is the truth of our days, Which was a successful try. Our time and our ways, O Master, we will not deny. We arrived safely, we viewed, They really need our love, they do. We observed, we concluded; They will not receive our Seeds-of-Love. What Alien's we felt in them, After preparation for the trip, And the dreams just to see them. The flying, so long, in our space ship. OUR MISSION Was to spread the seeds of our love, To feel, and to be -- in human ways, And observe the Earth Human's love. We did not question that; we obeyed. O MASTER OF SPACE Observations of our days; They believe in God, and themselves, But not in us, or anything else; Worthless to them, that of our ways. So, now they will never know Any of our new, and improved ways, As to Planet Earth, we decline to go For the rest of eternity's days. Though new ways, with much worth Would have opened up love On that -- Planet Earth, But not now, because of our vote. O MASTER OF SPACE Our vote was taken, Planet Earth lost, We returned home, mistaken, No matter the cost, With all the unborn-seeds, yet, The cells-in-cylinders we Took with us -- just to let Them know about us, and see. But we did-not want the curse Of a millennium of confusion, Which is what Earth -- Would have been for us. O MASTER OF SPACE We left no message for that place, Which thinks they've achieved So much of their own heavenly grace, Which will cause them grief. Never fear; all future plans Have now been aborted; Forever they, that thriving place, Planet Earth is avoided. We returned to our own space, And left that planet of confusion, And the inhabited race--thereof, Without spreading our seeds of union. O MASTER OF SPACE We arise; Report is completed. We think we were wise. Report concluded. Worth repeating! Our Seeds-of-Love for Planet Earth is deleting. There will never be Any seeds of worth for them: For that Planet -- called Earth. The End 2 The species I made up Are simple Glow Doves; Not much else To call ones--I know not of. I watched them land Down by the sea, Believe me or not; They explained to me, Somewhere and something’s My mind can't conceive, In a place, Not dreamed of, They came to be. They glow like angels, And speak of love, So...I call them Simply Glow Doves. Their looks? Unimportant! Their souls were love, That's all I felt, That's all there was. They did-not want, Though I begged them to stay, They boarded their ship, And they sailed away. I can't stop -- but by thinking, Why they saw no promise in us, And why they thought earth was such a fuss? Guess I'll never know, Though I sometimes succeed In remembering -- The thought about their Cylinders-of-Seeds, And ponder how it all would have changed me? |
3 "SHADES OF WONDERFUL" My son, where have you been? To outer space! I'm going again. There...out there I found friends; Glow Doves they're called. Love without end. Glow Doves, my very best friends. They tell me things, 'till now unheard, And I promise to spread the word, Of their love, and their angelic-blend. They're coming again! Some day, I pray. 4 "SHADES OF WONDERFUL" My son, again---you've been Sending messages to Glow Doves, Since early past ten, But then I guess its okay, Just don't tell me What they have to say; My brain can't record it, I have not the rays, Or the range of vision to comprehend--- How creatures, called Glow Doves Can be your friends. They live millions, And trillions of eons away; From what you say, We've nothing to fear. My son, leave your chores, Put them back on the shelf, Will not matter no-way what I say, So go ahead, "Shades of Wonderful," And have a pleasant day. Love ya' Mom 5 SCOUTING THE SKIES Well the years have come, And the years have gone; "Shades of Wonderful" my son Has been gone for a long time now. He works at the Space Center here in town. His goals are the same as when he was ten, He wants to see the Glow Doves again. Only now he calls them something else, Something---I don't comprehend. He no longer dreams like he did back then, And sometimes laughs -- when I mention them. He has a son, And he laughs too, when I mention them. So, I've been doing some things-- I don't tell them about; I sit in my back yard, and I scout the skies; You see, I dream of seeing them before I die, And if I’m lucky enough to, I know exactly -- what I'm going to do, I'm going to beg them to take me, 'Cause there are things I want to see, And do before I die, I want to sail away into the skies. I want to play with those miraculous seeds, I want to watch them grow their cylinders, And produce their wonderful new breeds; Those breeds blended with angelic beings, What a wonderful way to live my last days. I'm tired of being alone, And it is with my dog, Barbara too, On this Earth where there's Nothing for us old-folks to do. I want to see the future, and be there; Let them experiment on me, no-one will care. I'd tell them exactly -- how it feels To be on Earth, being real, and yet unreal. I want to feel the love -- they radiate, O yes, I definitely think – Space is the place for me. And then I think about Little Barbara Anne, for sure, Perhaps they could help her Not to be blind anymore? 6 So here I am writing some more, You see I’ve heard something Knocking on my door; And when I go, I see nothing at all Except a shadow and it is small. So I know that’s a clue For me to do what I used to do; I got out my binoculars And started scouting the skies, I know they will come In the middle of one night. I will not tell as I Don’t want anyone to know, But when they come This time I am going to go. But before I do I’m going to write a few more stories For their angelic seeds to read, I think that will make them pleased As I know no one else Would care, and so here I am Beginning again, And I have little Barbara Anne Who will absolutely love them. CONTINUED in BOOK II Available in 2007 |
Thank you for taking the time to visit my web site Sincerely Jean Elizabeth Ward (I will be adding to this page as time permits) |
| THE GLOW DOVE SERIES Created by Jean Elizabeth Ward Copyrighted 2006 and available in the book: A BARBARA ANNE BUSH TALE |
| FEELINGS Every feeling is food for thought Like today I went out and bought Not – what I thought I would buy Though I did give it a try Ended up buying fish to fry Then I came home, sat down and cried A lovely black bird flew by He didn’t care if I cried! Heaven was waiting and the sky Then all his companions flew by Beauty doesn’t always cost After all -- I am not lost I’ve a home and my doggie girl I feel as if I own the world Not what I thought I would buy But certainly -- no reason to cry May 2007 Copyright by Jean Elizabeth Ward Starward Studio Written for my new book now in progress: A Japanese Modern Senryu Medley With rhyme and a rhyme scheme Of 8-8 and 7-7 throughout. |
