Poetry competition CLOSED 28th May 2012 12:40pm
WINNER
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
RUNNER-UP:
kriticool
Aliens
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about someone convincing aliens not to invade Earth
The number of aliens your hero addresses and what form they take is your choice. The aliens are looking for a new planet to live and breed on. Your hero should tell them how rotten Earth is and why they'd be better off someplace else.
Anonymous
Hmmm, cool topic-I will be back...peace
Anonymous
I went and thought about it but cant seem to write it that way as they are already here-its too hard to imagine 
I do love the topic though, peace
I do love the topic though, peace
Old Albert's Visit
Another night with the electric sedative.
TV: the single man's mistress.
All the visual focusing can drain a man,
and his brain.
In an attempt to stimulate some retired cells
Albert ventures to the kitchen
for a double intake of a single malt.
With his blood thinned and chest warmed
he returns to his living room, but
his focus was drawn to the corner of the room.
By the old, dull faded-green-curtains
was a metallic black creature with lightning-blue veins
standing, watching Albert.
It appeared to be expressionless
and had the body of a child,
a head the size of a large balloon
with eyes that belonged to some tropical insect.
Albert was old and had life all worked out,
he tried convincing himself he wasn't seeing right,
but scared and shocked he shouted in attack:
"Get out my house! Get out!"
His words more of a screeching panic
than a shout.
The creature's eyes seemed to pierce Albert's thoughts.
A voice entered Albert's head, but no normal voice.
It was like a swarm of bees, changing pitch and tones
manifesting as a human droning speech.
It said:
"We have no more resources,
we breed weekly, Earth will suffice."
Old Albert was more offended than shocked
at this radio-brained communication.
With a bit more whiskey in his voice he snarled:
"You're just like the fucking Chinese!
You're better off away from here,
these kids will rob your grans and
steal your ship's radio and have you seen
the prices of petrol?
We're running on empty too my friend
we'll bleed you dry.
Your fucking eyes might twitch like an insect's,
but we are all consuming bacteria!"
Albert turned to reach for his bottle, enraged.
As he turned back the curtain stood alone,
on the TV was something about zombie snails.
Albert always enjoyed the wildlife programs.
Another night with the electric sedative.
TV: the single man's mistress.
All the visual focusing can drain a man,
and his brain.
In an attempt to stimulate some retired cells
Albert ventures to the kitchen
for a double intake of a single malt.
With his blood thinned and chest warmed
he returns to his living room, but
his focus was drawn to the corner of the room.
By the old, dull faded-green-curtains
was a metallic black creature with lightning-blue veins
standing, watching Albert.
It appeared to be expressionless
and had the body of a child,
a head the size of a large balloon
with eyes that belonged to some tropical insect.
Albert was old and had life all worked out,
he tried convincing himself he wasn't seeing right,
but scared and shocked he shouted in attack:
"Get out my house! Get out!"
His words more of a screeching panic
than a shout.
The creature's eyes seemed to pierce Albert's thoughts.
A voice entered Albert's head, but no normal voice.
It was like a swarm of bees, changing pitch and tones
manifesting as a human droning speech.
It said:
"We have no more resources,
we breed weekly, Earth will suffice."
Old Albert was more offended than shocked
at this radio-brained communication.
With a bit more whiskey in his voice he snarled:
"You're just like the fucking Chinese!
You're better off away from here,
these kids will rob your grans and
steal your ship's radio and have you seen
the prices of petrol?
We're running on empty too my friend
we'll bleed you dry.
Your fucking eyes might twitch like an insect's,
but we are all consuming bacteria!"
Albert turned to reach for his bottle, enraged.
As he turned back the curtain stood alone,
on the TV was something about zombie snails.
Albert always enjoyed the wildlife programs.
.:The Best Choice in The Solar Ring:.
Look here..Klaatu... can I call you Bob?
Every planet that looks good doesn’t necessarily mean it’s the greatest planet for you & yours
Look, travel the intergalactic…take a few more tours
Don’t let this one be a one-stop-shop-and-cop
Look around; you just might want to do another planet
Do a fly-by in your saucer, then land it
See, this is planet Earth… you stick around, promise you
You won’t be able to stand it.
The forests? The wood? You can’t even sand it
A solar-assist refund
Look here
You’ll demand it
Earth…it equates fossil; as in colossal!
I can’t even imagine who’s advising you?
Telling you that they’re looking out for your best interest
How could they or would they even recommend this?
It’s beyond me; I just can’t see
But look; you could be more blind than me!
Trouble is Bob; they like to fan it
This planet…the chaos & confusion
So ingrained you could call it an institution
And if I was you and I could...I’d get off it
I would blast off real quick. Fast and in a hurry!
Roger that! I’d be one of the first ones to scurry!
These fucking inter-asinine wars; such bores
Please excuse my French
But this planet doesn’t even have one decent wench
If you find one she’s an over-compensated bitch
Think about it; you know this place smells like a ditch
One that’s infested…the whole damn place has been molested
The food supply…with its poisonous spores
Leading intellectuals, bunch of leaders without mores
The environment, the air & land depletion
In general, even amongst the humans
The more well off they are.. They’ll be the main ones doing the leaching
I mean look here; Bob…you want it, you can have it
I mean do your thing
I’m just saying, you might want to re-think these things!
I’m sure it’s not one of the Best Choices within The Solar Rings
I’m just sayin’
Anonymous
Danii said:You cannot take over our planet! I have one reason:
Paul Summerscales!
He will talk you all too death with his english accent.Lolox
Was this placed here for me with any intent-???
It seems kinda funny how your messages exchanged are no more than a word here and there , yet you allude to more--hmmm..any response? And I am always checking my inbox if you have anything else to convey I am not reading this crap usually-and don't plan on starting-Peace!! ((until))...
Paul Summerscales!
He will talk you all too death with his english accent.Lolox
Was this placed here for me with any intent-???
It seems kinda funny how your messages exchanged are no more than a word here and there , yet you allude to more--hmmm..any response? And I am always checking my inbox if you have anything else to convey
I am not reading this crap usually-and don't plan on starting-Peace!! ((until))...
Anonymous
Stupid little demonic wannabe wench of the non talented under realm of shit domain--thats' why she did it!!
