The Other Nother Poem

A dove

Drifts

In lost isles

Steer backwards

By infectious

Piercing

Shear wings

Scab in dry blood.

Haggard Faces Part 4

part 5 is here:   http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/10/haggard-faces-part-5.html
part 3 is here:   http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/08/haggard-faces-part-3.html

Steps drop rise flip even seem to dip in weightless loops. Approaching, hovering clones shape like seashells with elliptic etches open pitiless slits bearing laser cannons.

                “Get down!” the one who seems to sneer cowers as heat blasts slightly scorch their casings. Convulsive dashes evade imminent shots.  

“Remind me again why we didn’t bring firearms?” the one who seems to frown huffs in wavering jolts.

“We’re almost there.” one who seems to smirk guides the others.

Tennyson

I held it true, the dark house bought by one who should not bring envy. O yet we trust my bed. If sleep and death brings newborns, be near me. I cannot see what hope is here. How pure at heart wild bells ring out. O wast thou with me, my living Will.

Haggard Faces Part 3

part 4 is here:   http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016_09_01_archive.html
part 2 is here:   http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/07/haggard-faces-part-2.html

Crumbling to pieces flung wires and robotic chips snap to the ground. Hidden sirens rise as faint blares amplify in the air. 

“The Escalator! The one whose face seems to smirk points as it slowly detaches from the platform. One step closing on top of another, dashing forwards the one who grits its teeth grapples the steps, bearing it nearer.  

“Hurry,” it groans. Hastily boots are snatched being worn, they leap upon the stairway. The one gripping it nears the platform.

“I’m going to let go, meet you back on the ship.”  Hands slip, the escalator closes in.

Haggard Faces Part 2

part 3 is here:   http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/08/haggard-faces-part-3.html

part 1 is here:   http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/06/haggard-faces-part-1.html


A silver plated mouth flies towards them. "Greetings, I am your hostess 3.14159 our tour will begin shortly but before we begin you must first follow the safety guidelines, under no circumstances are you to step on the inverted escalator without wearing your magnetic boots which can be found to your left. Remember although we are allowed to be within twenty feet of the estate it is still a private residence, are there any questions?"
"Yea," said the one who seems to sneer.
"How do we get in?"
"...You cant." the hostess replies.
"I see."
Raise fists plow into the hostess mouth.

Ginger

O daughter of mine

Why do you

Attack me.

O mother of mine

I know

No better.

O husband of mine

Why do you obey

Your daughters command?

O wife of mine

I can’t control

My own actions.

O where is my

Husband

And daughter.

“I took them

Far away.”

The master said.

A foundling youth

Is given for mothers teaching,

But an aching, tired, aged body

Leaves be.

All of mothers other children

Never come

When her end nears.

Those assisting

Mother

Don’t realize,

She’s fighting

For those last breaths.

Haggard Faces Part 1

part 3 is here:    http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/08/haggard-faces-part-3.html

part 2 is here:    http://randomblog1w.blogspot.com/2016/07/haggard-faces-part-2.html

Red energy plasma protrudes like two pointed horns connected by a metallic round coned cylinder. Blurred window panes cover the front of the cockpit. The spaceship lands on a large round silver quadrangle hobbling in the air, etched in the ground glowing color’s reveal where to land.

Part of the ship pushes in before rising into a door.  A crew of four exit shinning like fresh printed pennies their long lanky robot bodies are stretched into strange perturbed faces.  The platform they stand on shifts as lights slither into the shape of a sidewalk.

Timidly the crew begin stepping forward but the one whose face seems to frown crouches down saying.

“I can’t do it.”

The others stare, unmoving. The one who seems to grit its teeth jeers.

“Than by all means go back, obey your master!”

The one who frowns raises itself up reluctantly following the path.