My newest short story collection has a poem along with each story. This poem loosely accents the story. The poem below is for the story “Freegonism.”
If you should ever find yourself enjoying my poetry or my short stories, please buy a copy of my ebooks. “Thadd’s Twelve” ($1.99) is a collection of short stories and poetry and “Poetry Principia“ (.99) is a poetry collection.
by Thadd Presley
With walls built high to the sky,
and seated on the mountain high
the shielded city shined so bright.
Only the cannons divided the night
every time a missile’s scream let fly.
And my mom told us not to cry,
for we would find our way back in time.
The idea took centuries of planning.
It was the undertaking of supreme understanding
and physics that included the greatest mathematics.
We began catching unknown radio-static
And combined with unparalleled skills of mechanics.
Lift off had to be perfect because this planet was Huge Gigantic.
The fuel was posi-electric, the engine quasi-magnetic.
We stood in a circle with our hands connected
and waited silently while the solar collected
The ship was a solar-quantum drive
designed for outer-galaxy flight
created by one of the Great Elder Nine.
Those Elder Ones who had positron-organic minds.
Both robot and human, the only nine still alive
Surviving the war of an ancient time.
Inside the ship was a symmetrical atomic receptor
adapted to fit the solar collector,
and in the form of two towering rings
stood the statues called the Batteries.
Did I tell you, the planet was Humongous Gigantic
with underground laboratories very deeply planted?
Because the past was so terrible and utter fantastic.
Tales of life, and war and love so romantic
and the sorrowful hatred by mankind was tragic.
Underground were homes built by a forgotten race,
who had been here a long time, but now lived in space.
Once they were humans, but the virus gave waste
It was agony for those left behind, some screaming
The whole world watch a world where infection was teaming.
Never to return, the ships left one by one long into the evening.
We traveled to a new galaxy and saw the cold surface.
We called this new planet, the Calla Bryn Sturgis.
The green air here made the scientists and military nervous.
Never before had the priest preached so a long service
But soon we would have to open the door.
There was plenty fresh air, but out there lived much more?
The zoo we brought for the new world to be filled
Many creeping things and animals and humans, but still
life would have to forge it’s own way and it wouldn’t be a pretty dance
We went so far in space that we would only got this one chance.
With our breaths held and our eyes squeezed shut
the big door squeaked opened and the air suddenly gushed
It wasn’t poisonous or acid and it didn’t give spark
So we left our ship, the craft we called “The Ark”
and stepped out into a new world to get a fresh start.
My mom told me, in order to make our lives fantastic
We were brought to a safe place, where a promise lasted.
I smiled and asked if this world was like the old, home planet.
She shook her head, smiled, and said:
“No sweetheart, our old home was Huge Gigantic.”