04/2009

Written by Millie Jenny C. Mundane repetitions …Day flipping to another day One series cascading over and over …So many similarities As one day passes to the next. …Where did my enthusiasm go? When did the fun tuck tail and run. . . away? …Happened so gradually Almost imperceptibly. . . Maybe its just my mood today …Or this minute. . . Maybe tomorrow will dawn brighter …and I will feel rejuvenated. . . Perhaps all society at this moment …Is going thru the same phase Or its just my personal phase. Maybe winters gloom. . . I am afraid to take my slumber …Or afraid that it wont come. Afraid that in the morning …It will start all over. . . Caught in an endless time loop. And will there be a tomorrow? …And what of tomorrow? Tomorrow? (1/12/04) ______________________________________________ Copyright 2004 Millie Jenny C. all rights reserved

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Written by Millie Jenny C. (12/8/03) Looking into your eyes In the night Like a cat’s glow Creeping… Eyes full of love Looking into your face In the daylight… Light as a cat prancing… Mischievously… Looking at your walk In the evening times… Lithe and free Heart full of love Looking deep into your heart Again… night Longing to capture Each mood that cascades Across your face… Dances in your eyes Entices me to Join in the celebration Of love and laughter… _____________________________ copyright 2003 Millie Jenny C. all rights reserved

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Written by Ken Carman The first time the leader of the colonization effort dreamed of the ancient ones and their city was his third night on Mars. Lazarus 10 had delivered the initial wave of human refugees to Mars as planned. A long, hideous trip, with only a hydroponics garden to keep them occupied; give them more air. They also had spores for eventual transplantation along with, hopefully, as much of humanity as possible on Mars. The object: start to terraform the planet for future ships; as many had time to leave before there was no more time. There were no plans for returning. For now and the foreseeable future it was a one way trip. The pioneers had been given all the tech and supplies possible to survive and start the process, but those who saw them off knew humanity’s chances were poor. Lazarus 10 landed near the ice cap and immediately started melting ice for extra water: purifying and altering what they needed to. Of course they lived in the ship which was also built to serve as home; until they could, hopefully, find a way to terraform Mars. The first goal: build up the atmosphere and warm…

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Japanese style poetry… Written by Ye Olde Scribe If statues had ears And they could hear their birds fly Oh what a high coo ____________________ Copyright 2009 Ye Olde Scribe all rights reserved

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Written by R.S. Janes There’s evil loose in the world Not the Biblical, Old Testament evil, Rubbing its hands together – Satan need not be bothered. This is the work-a-day, average evil, the kind that thinks: “The only way I can get mine, Is to take what’s yours.” And the world itself Is its mother and father. The evil of power Under the banner of deceit The expression of power In its true state: “Make others do that Which they hate.” The only way the powerful Can prove to themselves They have real power. But it’s not even enough Just to make the peasantry Cringe and cower. The kernel at the core Is that others must die To prove power to itself The never-ending fable Yet the suffocating need, The bottomless belly always needs filling By the main course On misery’s table The two greatest, most harmful Addictions in the world: Power and greed The two things which most disable. Yet rarely are those who seek power Questioned at length ‘why?’ (Perhaps because they control The interrogation; It’s impossible to be unbiased When the beam is in your own eye.) And greed must Burn the street black Before anyone notices…

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Written by Ye Olde Scribe There was a lot of shaking And a mighty roar The whore houses closed their shutters Cats and mice paced house floors Heavenly light and the song of angels From the celestial portal did pour Then God spoke and said… “Oops, sorry… wrong door” ____________________________ Copyright 2009 Ye Olde Scribe all rights reserved

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Written by Jenn Weinshenker profoundly moved this train of thought this spoken word this memory once removed I wonder once every friend and relative have been laid to rest and every trace and every proof has disappeared will all of this still count. _____________________________ 2009 Jenn Weinshenker all rights reserved

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Written by Ken Carman What is real You asked Is it tomorrow? Is it today? And By the way What about All the yesterdays That insist on their say Knocking on our doors With persistent questions Though their page Was turned Long ago So Little bunny Find Comfort In your clumsy cloth ears Your sawdust fears For what is inside you Soon we shall all be As a million velveteen rabbits Drown in the seas Of tomorrow __________________________ Copyright 1992 Ken Carman all rights reserved Looking upon Tomorrow

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Written by Jenn Weinshenker Thorny stem Uplifted bend Through open shutter To prickly end On copper plate Preserved in time Glory within a garden’s gate Lush As a Monkswood shoot Magnified. _______________________________ Copyright 2009 Jenn Weinshenker all rights reserved

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Written by Ken Carman She came to us in the early Spring… unexpected. Someone didn’t want her. Perhaps she frightened them. They left her on the doorstep with a tag attached, “No return.” We should have looked down upon them, but nothing is ever as easy as we imagine. Not sure why we call her “she.” In many ways “she” seemed quite “he.” “It” certainly didn’t seem appropriate. She swung in the trees and sometimes fell. Then, without a tear, she would climb right back up. Though as tough as titanium nails, we still feared she might be hurt, damaged, maimed beyond asking for all we put into her, back. Not that we ever would. Just doesn’t seem… right. Once she learned enough she did chores, participated in family games. I swear she loved us more than we loved her. Is that possible? Sometimes the impossible seems certain, when the human heart is involved. Now we’re old. She takes care of us. No need for a nursing home. No need in being a burden to the children. Android, Inc., solved that. Humans once believed that clones would come out fully formed knowing everything. The same was once true when it…

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