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Moon Face

One day in June, if the facts are known,
or was it that the myths have grown
about you see what lay in the sky on
view to all 'till the day we die.
I mean the message drawn right across,
the purple-face where some alien being
dictated as the correct time and place,
to let us see how strong they were
before the invasion of what we all fear.
But the people laughed, some laughed
and cried because what the saw was a
dog, just like each one's mutt who had
only gone and died. But still the aliens
made a show, of the power of purple
that which makes our minds grow.
Ask any Hindu or Holy Man and watch
how his face set in a stare across the
sands, those sands of time change
and trickle in but he now asks if the
aliens come for blood to spill, thrill
or bend to their dog-brain, dogged will.

poem by Cleveland Gibson
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An Alien... An Excuse

An alien wants to take me away
From this earth of too many aliens!

An alien
With no framed face nor a smiling face.
An alien
Who is all love and care for me.
May I go with him?

Stephen Hopkins gives his warning,
'Don`t play with the aliens'.
In fact all the aliens here have been just playing with me!
He knows not.
May I go with my one?

I shall go one day freeing myself
From all these frames of faces and their smiles.
I shall live in the mist of the Titan of Saturn
As no alien to my host.

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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The Sands Of Time

From the beginning of this own world,
man has shed a million tears.
Tears for the pain they've had
in their lives and for all the
wasted years.
But the saddest tears that
ever fell, fell not from
just any man's eyes. But
they were shed by my Savior
and they stained The Sands Of Time.
And as the Father looked upon His
Son, He had to turn His face away.
And as Jesus hung upon that cross,
He gave His all for us that day.
And as the tears ran down His face,
as He cried, mixed with the blood
that flowed from His side. Oh what
a sacrifice of love and it stained
The Sands Of Time.
Oh yes it stained The Sands Of Time.
It stained The Sands Of Time.
The blood that was shed for a lost
and dying world, oh yes it stained
The Sands Of Time, of time.

song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Praying To The Aliens

Slowly the thought
There is no one to replace
Came into view
And he began to cry
Now only boys
That love only boys
The perfect picture
Of a boy/girl age
Im praying to the aliens
Im praying to the aliens
Grey overcoat
And he could be anyone
A random poll check
Do you ever think of women?
They broke him down
Into a torn old queen
Living somewhere
Between dead and dying
Im praying to the aliens
Im praying to the aliens
There are no more
Do you begin to see?
The corner of my eye
Could give me away
Isnt it strange
How times change?
I cant imagine
Living any other way
Im praying to the aliens
Im praying to the aliens

song performed by by Gary Numan
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Alien, Poor Alien

Introduction:
For centuries now Aliens have visited Earth we assume to study our culture. Then way back in 1958, Sheb Wooley in America told us about a strange little Alien who came to earth to join our culture and play Rock and Roll. His name was the Purple People Eater. His story was continued by J P Richardson (The Big Bopper) in Purple People Eater Meets The Witch Doctor. It seemed now that the Aliens were getting into the swing of things. Of course, that didn’t last long and they went back to observing us. Trawling through some of my lost files the other day I found that the purple guy wasn’t the only one who wanted to play Rock and Roll. There was another one who will remain nameless for contract reasons and latent sex appeal, and this is his story I am about to recount. He visited us in the late 1970’s.

David Harris - 13 September 2009

There stands the ragged troubadour
dusty guitar in his hands
serenading the crowd
gathering around the hot dog van.
He persists between the jeers, yells
and insults thrown at him.
Then he tried to pass the plate
only to have it tossed back again.

Next he tried the cinema queue
the taxman had hit them hard;
serenading wasn’t easy
to a group from the Palace guard.
Their bayonets were at the ready
and boy they were sharp.
Oh how he wished he brought a band
with soloist on a harp.

Last, he tried the bingo hall,
but they didn’t want to know
leaving like a Buffalo heard
trampled him into the snow.
By now he’d had enough,
no more could he stand
and went back to his saucer
stamped made in Japan.

Alien, poor Alien
didn’t he know
Earth is no place to land
to join a Rock and Roll show.

21 June 1979

poem by David Harris
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They Use to Be in The Closet

Mommy...
What are illegal lesbians?
'No, honey...
They are aliens.'

So the aliens are lesbians?
'No, baby...
The lesbians are legal.
But the aliens are not.'

So...?
Who are the homosexuals?
'Well...
That's a tough one.
At one time,
They use to be in the closet.
Today...
You can't tell who's what!
Or what's going on!
Whether they are downlow in the closet...
Or out tossing balls to one another.'

Oh you mean like daddy and Uncle Ray?
I see them doing that all the time in the garage.
So far I've collected $50 to keep my mouth shut!
That's when Uncle Ray told me...
He was an illegal lesbian.
And they laughed!
Mommy?
Why are you lookiing at me like that?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is There Anyone Out There 2 There Is (Fun Poem 109)

I was working in a farm one day
when a pink and purple spaceship
landed on a bale of hay.
I gave a second look
making sure my yes did not deceive me.

Oh, there is was for sure
a pink and purple spaceship
perched on a bale of hay.
I looked at it for a while in disbelief,
then a door opened, and a series of steps extended.

Two brightly coloured aliens
emerged from the craft
and raised a hand in peace.
To duplicate the greeting
I raise my hand too

The shorter alien approached me.
I smiled and stuck my hand out.
They stuck a finger out
and touched one of mine.

A blue flash exploded
as our two fingers met.
Like a bolt of lightning,
I felt a tingling feeling inside.
The alien gave out a loud groan
and then collapsed on the ground.

“Oh my, what is wrong with them? ”
I asked as I went to pick up the alien.
The other alien joined me saying.
“They will be all right.
It is the first time with an earthling.”

“First time for what? ”
I wanted to know.
“First time for sex with an earthling.”
The alien declared. “Don’t worry;
my sister will be all right when she’s finished.”

I looked at both of them
and could not believe what I heard.
I had sex with an alien,
now that is absurd.

The alien carried his sister
back to their space ship
closed the door, took up the stairs
and off they went back out to space.

Several months went by
and that pink and purple spaceship
one day returned.
Only this time three aliens emerged.

One of them, the shortest one
had a strange resemblance to me.
The only difference being
was the colour it was bright florescent blue.

The second shortest,
the one I’d seen before
extended a finger and as it touched mine
the blue flash exploded once again.

They hurried back to their spaceship,
their work for the day done.
Months later when I saw them
there was half a dozen of them.

That concludes my story
of my alien family
and how it all began
with one big blue flash.

22 February 2011

poem by David Harris
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The Aliens Are Coming!

Yes, I know I'm just a poet and yet I'm quite sincere -
Just in case you didn't know it, the aliens are here!
I saw them leaving their spaceships, just like the Twilight Zone!
That's when they went on searching trips for me and me alone!
Of course, I ran when they saw me! I didn't stick around!
I didn't hide inside a tree - I hid beneath the ground!
Within a cave, where few have trod, I struggled to be safe...
From there, I prayed, in fear to God, somehow to make me brave!
I didn't feint, as some would do... and soon they went away...
So I was glad, I'm telling you, to live another day!
I told my Doctor who sat still and listened with a smile.
But then prescribed a purple pill that calmed me for a while.
The Mental Home has proved so nice... I've made so many friends.
I've met some aliens in disguise! More pills! It never ends!
My M.P. doesn't give a damn! It's time that he was sacked!
He's such a horrid little man! He also thinks I'm cracked...
My wife has been the worst of all! She sold the house last year!
While she's having herself a ball, the aliens love it here!

poem by Denis Martindale
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We Are The Aliens

WE ARE THE ALIENS
We are the aliens we are trying to fight,
we are from other planets we see in the telescopes at night.
Don’t think we haven’t been there before,
we have lived many lives, maybe millions or more.
So try and make an illusion of aliens in outer space,
we are own aliens killing each other every day.
Written By Christina Sunrise on December 25,2011

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Loving The Alien

Sometimes I think I'm scared
Sometimes I know
I feel like making love
Sometimes I don't
I feel like letting go
Maybe not
I feel like giving up
Is all we got
Sometimes is all the time
And never means maybe
Sometimes is all the time
Maybe
And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on (Sometimes I feel alone)
And I'm moving on
And I'm moving on
Sometimes I make believe
When we're alone
Machines have taken hold
Can you get me to a telephone
It's just the little things
You used to see
Am I still that man who makes you who you want to be
I never noticed
How lovely were the aliens
Lovely were the aliens
I never noticed
Lovely were the aliens
Lovely were the aliens

song performed by by Velvet Revolver
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