Poetry competition CLOSED 14th October 2014 3:32am
WINNER
pseudonymous
pseudonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
billywaise
and EngrVV
Mars Migration
Poetry Contest Description
Human Migration to Mars and establishing a human colony by 2023
We are all . . . children of this universe. Not just Earth, or Mars, or this system, but the whole grand fireworks. And if we are interested in Mars at all, it is only because we wonder over our past and worry terribly about our possible future. — Ray Bradbury, Mars and the Mind of Man, 1973
Your take on the above.
1. Not more than 500 words
2. Title your poem
3. New Works only no collaboration
Inviting everybody in DU to enter the competition.
http://nashaplaneta.su/_bl/208/32118003.jpg
Your take on the above.
1. Not more than 500 words
2. Title your poem
3. New Works only no collaboration
Inviting everybody in DU to enter the competition.
http://nashaplaneta.su/_bl/208/32118003.jpg
::Here We Are::
Here we are, building up a world.
A world for every boy and girl.
A house for every new family.
A city for every new blasphemy.
Here we are, digging in our heels.
Leaving so our earth will heal.
Leaving so we can see our evolution.
Leaving so we will be more than human.
Here we are, controlling.
This is a place that's unfolding.
This is a place that wasn't ours.
This is a place with no flowers.
Here we are, ruining yet again.
A world for nobody again.
A world for houses being broken.
A world where we are choking.
Here we are, a new world.
Childrens of the universe
I've heard somewhere that we are all children of the universe
but I can't avoid to feel so far away from home
far away from mother earth
what we did to earth,
only chaos and pollution
massive death and destruction.
My kids, they've born as martians
they only know this dome
running into a crystal ball
we now call home
this chandelier we call home.
They heard stories of a place called earth
of the beauty humanity destroyed.
At the back of my eyes I can picture,
I can see a waterfall ending at lake
the trees,
the melody of birdsongs
seizes my mind as we travel
alone,
desperate,
rock after rock,
(red desert of my soul)
dome to dome.
This is home,
this is now what we call home
where is home?
I miss the place we growed
I miss the place we used to call home
No worries Billy.
Human Settlement on Mars--Mars One will establish a permanent human settlement on Mars. Crews of four will depart every two years, starting in 2024. Our first unmanned mission will be launched in 2018. Join the Global Mars One Community and participate in our mission to Mars -http://www.mars-one.com
Human Settlement on Mars--Mars One will establish a permanent human settlement on Mars. Crews of four will depart every two years, starting in 2024. Our first unmanned mission will be launched in 2018. Join the Global Mars One Community and participate in our mission to Mars -http://www.mars-one.com
Hey there Grace! Guess who's baaaaaack! It's me, Jessica! Tee-hee-hee. Anyhoo, here is my entry for this awesome contest. It's my usual deep, mystical, philosophical stuff, naturally!
- Musing about Mars -
In thinking of mankind’s possible future destiny:
What an irony it would be, to found a colony…
On a world on which all life came to violent end,
When the gods grew angry, and decided to rend.
To tear even the atmosphere itself to but a shell,
Unleashing a storm that even they could not quell!
One day should man reach the red planet Mars,
After sailing far across the glittering sea of stars…
I wonder if they will find the places I remember!
In other flesh, in times before history’s lumber,
I walked on that world when it was not desolate.
A colony and a cradle it was, and once inviolate!
But all things change and gardens become dust,
When the gardeners have gone and so left to us:
The task of understanding why we are here!
As the past fades, and as the future calls us near,
We come full circle, ending where all began.
Be it here on Earth or upon the Martian sand,
No matter the hardships faced in order to thrive:
We will endure, we will survive: we will live!
And we will die, falling into the blood red dirt,
Only to rise again, to know a new age’s comfort.
I will still recite as I do, and sing as I oft desire…
For I sang as I did walk upon that world of fire,
As some call it, and still my songs do I yet pen.
Though the old civilizations are lost to men…
Mars remains out there, in its’ lifeless sorrow.
If we as a species are to face a brighter morrow,
We must not bring with us there our old evils…
Lest darker things remind us, with ancient wills:
That we are but children in a very old universe!
Malice we harbor can become like unto a curse.
Is it wise to forget, when we could well repeat…
The events: that led an entire people to defeat?
There was a world beyond Mars once as well…
And the gods destroyed it, calling it some hell.
Its’ broken remains wiped out all the dinosaurs,
As a final memento of our ancestors’ mad wars.
Scarring the moon of that Earth of prehistory,
Extinguishing life on Mars in all its’ diversity…
The remains of a broken world, remind us still:
What hypocrites the gods: “thou shall not kill”!
Whilst they slaughtered all who would not bow,
Until the past was erased, forgotten until now.
Always when the circle brings us nearest dawn,
Do we recall old night, both dark and forlorn!
Not all who appear mortal have man’s amnesia,
Nor humanity’s penchant for planetary hysteria!
Will we be better than those who came before?
Or shall humanity go the way of forgotten lore,
Remembered by a future species as I recall this:
The fate of Old Mars, where once did so exist…
Those lost to the annals of time’s recollection.
Lost beyond even the ancient gods’ protection!
Though we are younger,
Will we prove stronger?
- Musing about Mars -
In thinking of mankind’s possible future destiny:
What an irony it would be, to found a colony…
On a world on which all life came to violent end,
When the gods grew angry, and decided to rend.
To tear even the atmosphere itself to but a shell,
Unleashing a storm that even they could not quell!
One day should man reach the red planet Mars,
After sailing far across the glittering sea of stars…
I wonder if they will find the places I remember!
In other flesh, in times before history’s lumber,
I walked on that world when it was not desolate.
A colony and a cradle it was, and once inviolate!
But all things change and gardens become dust,
When the gardeners have gone and so left to us:
The task of understanding why we are here!
As the past fades, and as the future calls us near,
We come full circle, ending where all began.
Be it here on Earth or upon the Martian sand,
No matter the hardships faced in order to thrive:
We will endure, we will survive: we will live!
And we will die, falling into the blood red dirt,
Only to rise again, to know a new age’s comfort.
I will still recite as I do, and sing as I oft desire…
For I sang as I did walk upon that world of fire,
As some call it, and still my songs do I yet pen.
Though the old civilizations are lost to men…
Mars remains out there, in its’ lifeless sorrow.
If we as a species are to face a brighter morrow,
We must not bring with us there our old evils…
Lest darker things remind us, with ancient wills:
That we are but children in a very old universe!
Malice we harbor can become like unto a curse.
Is it wise to forget, when we could well repeat…
The events: that led an entire people to defeat?
There was a world beyond Mars once as well…
And the gods destroyed it, calling it some hell.
Its’ broken remains wiped out all the dinosaurs,
As a final memento of our ancestors’ mad wars.
Scarring the moon of that Earth of prehistory,
Extinguishing life on Mars in all its’ diversity…
The remains of a broken world, remind us still:
What hypocrites the gods: “thou shall not kill”!
Whilst they slaughtered all who would not bow,
Until the past was erased, forgotten until now.
Always when the circle brings us nearest dawn,
Do we recall old night, both dark and forlorn!
Not all who appear mortal have man’s amnesia,
Nor humanity’s penchant for planetary hysteria!
Will we be better than those who came before?
Or shall humanity go the way of forgotten lore,
Remembered by a future species as I recall this:
The fate of Old Mars, where once did so exist…
Those lost to the annals of time’s recollection.
Lost beyond even the ancient gods’ protection!
Though we are younger,
Will we prove stronger?
romulus
we sail the solar winds
for the rust of olympus mons
to the red blood cell in the sky,
a ruby on black velvet
we already breathe iron oxide
we are slaves to the double helix,
to our father war
we won't need remus where we're going
remus must die
we are war
we sail the solar winds
for the rust of olympus mons
to the red blood cell in the sky,
a ruby on black velvet
we already breathe iron oxide
we are slaves to the double helix,
to our father war
we won't need remus where we're going
remus must die
we are war
Anonymous
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UTOPIAN QUEST
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/aa/Dragon_landing_on_Mars.jpg/300px-Dragon_landing_on_Mars.jpg
Departing from a dystopian district
soulfully denying days of destruction,
dehumanization, degradation—death!
Leaving Earth behind with depleted resources,
dying oceans and cracked riverbeds
due to droughts that desolated the dry plains.
Desolation—devastation everywhere:
deserted shopping malls, dismal office halls,
dark domiciles depressingly empty.
Years of depression—too long to recall,
bound to a new planet where only hope is plenty.
Heading for Mars with steadfast loyalty
to planet of origin and loving family
with future uncertain and the stakes high.
While landing on a bleak and barren moor
doubts set in, no one can deny—Utopian quest
seems far fetched in their minds,
as the chosen ones drift ashore.
Glad to see my son among the chosen ones—
selected from the finest and brightest,
perfect quality breed of mankind
to procreate a new and ideal specie
out of a sense of duty
rather than from desire.
From their offsprings
shall rise the Utopian society…
hoping that someday—
once again, they could see
a clear day in Spring
when humans are in complete harmony
with nature and themselves.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/a/aa/Dragon_landing_on_Mars.jpg/300px-Dragon_landing_on_Mars.jpg
Departing from a dystopian district
soulfully denying days of destruction,
dehumanization, degradation—death!
Leaving Earth behind with depleted resources,
dying oceans and cracked riverbeds
due to droughts that desolated the dry plains.
Desolation—devastation everywhere:
deserted shopping malls, dismal office halls,
dark domiciles depressingly empty.
Years of depression—too long to recall,
bound to a new planet where only hope is plenty.
Heading for Mars with steadfast loyalty
to planet of origin and loving family
with future uncertain and the stakes high.
While landing on a bleak and barren moor
doubts set in, no one can deny—Utopian quest
seems far fetched in their minds,
as the chosen ones drift ashore.
Glad to see my son among the chosen ones—
selected from the finest and brightest,
perfect quality breed of mankind
to procreate a new and ideal specie
out of a sense of duty
rather than from desire.
From their offsprings
shall rise the Utopian society…
hoping that someday—
once again, they could see
a clear day in Spring
when humans are in complete harmony
with nature and themselves.
