Your Eyes
aquamarine cool,
brilliant orbs of ice wrap me
and freeze my heart beat
Some Place
Take me to a place
Take me somewhere,
far away
Someplace where no one comes
where I am unseen
and I am alone
Someplace incredible
unimaginable
Take me to a place
Take me somewhere,
on the way
Someplace where the sun shines bright
where the songbirds delight
and take a flight
Someplace magical
and mystical
Take me to a place
Take me somewhere,
come what may
Someplace where thunders are heard
rainbow’s curved
and my purpose served
Someplace full of colors
and full of hope
Star Wars
Blast me away from twin suns and the sand folks
far from the harvest and uncle’s demands
Off to place where saving a rebel
or fighting a metal Death Star is done
Get me a ship I’ll be a pilot
Yes I can fly it with R2 on hand
I’ll use the force just as Old Ben Kenobi has taught me to
We’ll blast through this port and get you to your base now
Let’s rescue of her droids and save our skins and everyone else’s too
‘Xecpt for the clone army of storm troopers in our way
Off to place where saving a rebel
or fighting a metal Death Star is done
Get me a ship I’ll be a pilot
Yes I can fly it with R2 on hand
Prompt #11 ~ Post # 11 ~
Taken from the song I Can Hardly Imagine
I find myself the same way.
Oh I can hardly imagine
the view I will have on that day.
I remember when my dad had passed
and I heard the words that first time.
All I could think of was, “Daddy,
you’re there in His presence, the Divine.”
And yes, someday I will be there
on the streets, I hear of solid gold.
Where brilliant colors will surround me
And my eyes will not be able to behold.
by Del Bates
IN THE NOT TOO DISTANT FUTURE – Hour 11
IN THE NOT TOO DISTANT FUTURE
Next Sunday A.D.
Hey dude you found my frequency, I’m so grateful you’re here
You sure might not believe me but I’ve had a crazy year
I’m trapped up on this satellite with all these crazy bots
and this maddened lady scientist who’s calling all the shots
She makes us watch bad movies and it really is the pits
You gotta send some help before I up and call it quits.
Help me man, I’m SOL on the Satellite of Love!
No don’t sign off, I’m not insane, you can queue it up and see
It’s a madman’s own experiment and it’s on Netflix TV
She monitors my sanity to see if I’m still here
and even when I do comply I live each day in fear
The bots are here to help me and we have a lot of fun
Inventing things and playing skits to cheer up everyone
The bots, man, they’re all really great, see for yourself, it’s true
If you’re the man to get us out we’ll all come chill with you.
Help me man, I’m SOL on the Satellite of Love!
Look I don’t care ‘bout all you say that’s going on down there
I’ll risk riots or pandemics, I don’t need to cut my hair
I’ve just gotta get out of here before I’m really nuts
I can’t watch one more cheesefest dude, no ifs or ands or buts
I’ve built us all an escape pod, our plan is grand and new
So if I get us out of here, can we come crash with you?
Help me man, I’m SOL on the Satellite of Love!
Tokyo
I’d like to go to Tokyo, Where I could be lost in a crowd I’d like to order food by pointing to pictures And waking up early to try sushi in the fish market. I’d like to go to Tokyo, And have people stare at me because I look as different as I feel. I’d like to go to Tokyo, So that miscommunication would be a given. I wouldn’t have to try so hard. It wouldn’t matter I wouldn’t be understood. Yes, I’d like to go to Tokyo.
Hour 11 (2020)
Where she lays her head
on pillows, on desks, on grandfathers chests
in grass that grows tall, on dolls and in shawls
to daydream or sleep, to write or to eat
I yearn but to tread where she lays her head,
so that hers may now lay next to mine
Cast Out
poor burned Angel
fallen from the sky
your wings have burned
feathers singed
and still you ascend
you’re so naive
limping back
to the one who hurled you
rest a while
let me help
you can rage and rant
but it won’t heal your wings
they told you I was evil
but who has kept you safe?
you are gorgeous, Angel
burns and scars
the only proof you’re even real
those eyes like blue morning glories
hair fluffy and dark
a warrior’s heart and mind
surely it’s their loss
but, alas, you still take flight
you apologized
before you left
perhaps you’ll still come back
Fears
Fears.
It stays with you, whether you far or near.
It can be something as simple as the creepy noises you hear at night.
Or something different, like having stage fright.
Sometimes fears make you feel weak.
It makes you feel vulnerable, so that help you don’t seek.
But does anyone really not experience fear?
Whether it’s about bugs or those imaginary voices that you hear.
At times it feels like your fears controls you.
It takes you in it’s grasp and holds you.
That’s why you have to face your fears.
It’s okay if sometimes it leaves you in tears.
Because that’s all part of the process.
So just pick your head up and try your best.
Narnia
What I love most about Narnia
is how easy it is to get there —
the simple process of stepping
through the wardrobe and landing
in a place of magic.
When I visit Narnia,
I will meet the faun and magicians
and the amazing lion named Aslan.
When I visit Narnia, I will crunch across the snow,
as it is always winter there,
and drink Turkish delights.
When I visit Narnia,
I will have tea with Mr. and Mrs. Beaver
and I will steer clear of the wolves and the witches
and perhaps I will stay forever
in this magical world not just a while
but forever.