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Terra-mining of planets unspoiled and proto-blue
I take this moment to message you
while plying my trade in search of undiscovered new
galactic materials for technology:
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On a half-baked planet of star 3-xb
I came upon an anomaly
protruding from a vanished sea-
what it possessed would soon begin
a war in which existence nearly met its end…
Quietly the ship lay, the sunlight slanting
across it's planar surfaces,silver hues imperceptibly transforming
into shadows of the dimmest gray…
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Now that shadow-colored hue
would haunt me as I ply my tradesurveying planets, asteroids, moons-
yet such focus failed to screen
the phantom shade from seeping in to
my vague desires and fragile dreams…
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It lingers beneath the strange facades
of the planet's city-pods,
a most dense and polished obsidian glass
thrust upward from the planet’s past
valued highly galaxy-wide
traditionally passed from groom to bride
(a thought for me illusory)
yet, as I work, I’m filled inside
with unsettled dim gray memories…
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Diffusing like a deadly disease
the dimness attacks all whom it reached-
imprisoning with an alien mood
beings who weaken, beings who brood
then intrigue, accusations, and treachery
in a spiraling illness that leads to war…
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As I pursued my peaceful ways
sampling unexplored geological plains
I worked hard, still, the color cold
probes within my graying home-
riding comets, asteriods
into the dreams that I avoid…
in the light it's sheen contrasts
with cities toppling into ruin,as colonies fall and worlds collide
within it's dim gray aftermath…
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I find the color seeps from Rhyolite
glancing from crystalline spherulitic spikes
scattered among the spherulite;
in nodular clusters bending, cracking
refracted in visionless frequencies
that penetrate deep, ever attacking
one's mental lithophysal cavities.
The hue invades one's dark emotions
miseries set in random motionhopes that crumble to deep despair
yet a curious hope slips its stream
in a starlit field within the glare
of the metallic, mechanized, utilitized lustergleaming off the massive thrusters,
an image appears on the sharp gray edge,
a wild, unquenchable passionate dream-more like an answer to all that seems
lost in the enveloping gray;
I hide this new discovery
as I work and bend my trade
for the answer is mixed with my repressed
and impossible mad desire impressed
with the image of you…
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As I mine the planet cores
the dim gray stays, torments me more;
as my payloads are transported
to geosynchronous, stationary orbits
I wish that I were leaving too,
to leave behind this dim gray curse...
So I determine to make an end of it-I find an entrance to it's ship
hesitantly within its bowels
I stumble on its main controls
I knew then what I had to do...
As she launched with propulsive power
I fought with attitude, pitch, and yaw
resolving to fly it furthest awayfrom those most vulnerable to the dimmest gray...
As I flew my thoughts relayed
that wherever spacecraft are manned by man
there is hope to fight the dimming gray
attacking dreams formed deep within…
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Against this shadow I work my plan
to bring its demise, before man
has succumbed to its complete control-
so hard to steer, it seems to know
its keen tendrils hot in glowchallenging what I've set out to do...
I hear them come, the door slams hard
to bar the massive mechanized guardsas I alter its course for the nearest star...
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Upon a distant planet small
a rebel colony sends a call
to begin the long and dim gray war;
born of hope, destiny,
years of unbearable suffering;
the war’s begun, now I bring
the battle to the enemy…
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In this dark, dim craft I fly
fighting for those who are spellbound by
the dim-gray enemy spell within;
my love for you I leave behind-
yet I think of you as here as I fly
with shadows that seem steal your kiss
from my dim-gray memories…
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I hope that I survive to see
us one again, as we had been
in a distant arm of the galaxy-
the moments we shared in happier daysbefore there came this darkening haze
obscuring such simple love and trust…
such times seem so far from here,
before the dim-gray clouds appeared…
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For your embrace I'm resolute
to defeat this dim-gray enemy-to retrieve my precious memory
and keep the emotions that are braced
against the thought of losing you..
The star's coordinates are fast upon
myself, this ship, my mission born
of one desire, a simple love
attacked by the dim gray host beyond...
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I jettison from the doomed craft
with one transponder and booster pack
and watch the dim gray ship in flames
writhe and scream at my resolute aim...
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Drifting within your planet's sight
I see the return of city lights;
the dim gray has been put to rest
I return to face my grandest test.
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Adding your comment:
The random rhyme scheme keeps the poem flowing beautifully and I find no critiques here. Best wishes in the competition!
