"Real Thing or Emperor's New Machine?" (Entry 529)

Gigantic machine throbbed and gleamed in the man-made cave.

Deep underground away from curious eyes.

They’d hoped it meant out of sight, out of mind.

Didn’t want what they were trying to achieve to come into question.

Given out statements to the scrutinised and selected media

using enough techno-babble to confound and impress.

Wanted to make it vague enough but seem as simple as possible 

than none would want to embarrass themselves

by asking what they were really doing.

The Emperor’s new clothes for intelligence. 

No one wants that belittled.

Numbers aligned.

Now.

Now they were ready to stare into the face of tomorrow.

Now they were ready to time travel.

"Not This Little Girl!" (Entry 483)

Vampires and Demons, Their Hunters and Ghosts. 

Gods and Fairies and Star Trek Outposts. 

Sci-fi and Fantasy and All Types of History. 

Comedy and Drama and Geek Tech and Mystery. 

Numbers and Words and A Well-Written Book. 

Documentary and Theatre and TV with a Hook. 

Conspiracy Tale and UFO Story. 

Any of this, and I'm in my glory. 

TARDIS, the Doctor, Strictly Saturday and laughter. 

Friends and Kitties, Steampunk and Delving the Hereafter. 

Eclectic in rhythm with a rock gothy twist. 

Magical thinking, all Supernatural, is right on my list. 

So sugar 'n' spice, gets some girlies glowing. 

This what makes me me and gets this one going!

"Ode to Woad on Dusty Road!" (Entry 439)

O, ode to woad on dusty road. 

Isatis tinctoria, I used to adore ya. 

Cabbage extracted, then powdered. Pathetic!

No more seeded, superseded by synthetic.

You flowering plant from family Brassicaceae.  

Yellow fellow, you made me blue. Alas, I dye!

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I entered the 'Vogon Poetry' competition set by http://www.hitchhikerslive.com/ alas I didn't win! Seeing as it was a competition for the worst poetry, I don't know whether not winning was a good thing or not! :-) I hope you like it anyway. 

"Rampage Moan"* (Entry 418)

on Lurdans Soil 

where Sailors Lund,

and Inland Lours,

Around Sills

(and Slod Urinals)

of Lurid Salons

by Lunar's Lidos. 

Old Insulars

of Lunar Dossil

sat to see

Sallo Sundri

and hear

Radios Nulls,

(Orals Unlids),

the Rolls Unsaid.  

but friends gathered,

Allison Ruds,

Darius Nolls,

Dillion Sarus,

Dollar Sinus

and Lola Sundris 

to quest, retrieve

Aldrin's Soul. 

onwards, onwards

Aids Unrolls

until to reach and see

the Lunar's Idols 

on Dias Unrolls. 

the Unsail Lords

from Snod of Arillus 

screamed out and

In Soul Slard

like Surloin Lads. 

job accomplished,

in view of the

Solr Sundial,

through Ruins Allods, 

lives on in Lairs Unsold

the LaDinos Slur

broken down pieces

of RUSSIAN DOLL. 

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* Title - "Rampage Moan" = "Anagram Poem."

"Born A Thousand Tears Ago" (Entry 386)

Born. 

A thousand tears ago. 

A thousand million light years away. 

A place blown to

A thousand million billion pieces 

In the Dymantism Conflict. 

That was the best thing to happen to it. 

It wasn't a town on a planet.

It was a breeding ground on a facility. 

Conceived in embrovats. 

Developed then sucked from the gel 

To dwell and be raised in optimum statis. 

Fed nutrients and knowledge. 

Extracted waste and individuality. 

Breed, born and betrayed. 

Genetically grown grunts. 

The best thing to happen to that place was when it was blown apart. 

Artificial wombs went boom!

I should know. 

One of their Spawned Warriors, made to order, made the order.

I pressed the trigger.

"Balmy Ideas" (Entry 383)

Balmy day. 

Mechanical breeze whipped through the dome. 

Light shone to create tropical warmth. 

Always a balmy day inside the dome. 

Constant temperature inside the Hawaiian Dome. 

Or to ski. 

A control suit - airlock - surface shuttle - airlock away. 

In the Alps Dome. 

Oh, to wish. 

But how she wished...

She wished....

Look up from the Moon to Earth. 

To experience the real lands,

And mountains, and cities,

But mainly the oceans. 

For all her home pod,

Hawaiian Dome,

Offered with artificial surf reef and pools. 

There was no expanse of ocean,

To dive, to explore, to surf, 

To sail away. 

To be with the animals. 

Oh, how she wished to see animals for real. 

She sighed as she saw the blue of Earth. 

"One day, I'll get there. I know I will.

The thought of being there with all that diversity. 

The wonders!

To get beyond the Moon. 

To walk the land and swim the seas. 

It's a leap, I know,

But one day,

I will step upon the Earth!"

"Nerds, Freaks, Geeks" (Entry 318)

Nerds, Freaks, Geeks. 

Their world made chic. 

Cos play and conventions

Taken over by wrong intentions. 

Inhabited now by bullies and jocks

Just because it's cool. You know, sorta rocks!

But the Geeks and Nerds and Freaks remember, 

The way you treated them. It's sparked the ember 

And lit the flames long suppressed.

Don't enter their world, you don't know what you'll get. 

It was you that named them Freak, Nerd and Geek. 

Now they've inherited the world, and they ain't meek. 

"Plastic Wrapped Panic" (Entry 152)

I panic!
Thrashing at steeled plastic.
Beyond human touch.

They told me it would be like this.
(But I never thought what it would be like.)

I volunteered.
We all did.
Test subjects for a new tomorrow.

Trapped within the perspex coffin.
A prised prized specimen.
I am.
Seen.
Not to be opened for 100 years.
The Longevity Experiment.
Alive but not living.
Breathing without the breath of kiss.
Existing void of experience.
One hundred years of this?

I panic!