Light From Another World Poem

Light from another world

The lights up in the sky, they shine down on my face
Not from this world of ours, from deep in outer space
I bet they are so smart, not like the human race
They look down on our world, observe from a safe place
Study the way we live, create a database
How often do the come, our fields do they deface
And if you try to tell, they call you a nutcase
I wish I could go too, vanish across subspace
Dean Thorpe
Rotation of the earth star photo by Dean Thorpe

About the poem

I don't know that I have ever really seen an alien spaceship, but I have seen strange lights in the sky before and often wondered if it was the lights on space ships or UFO's from some far off planet. I do believe 100% that there is alien life out there, I just don't know if they have ever bothered to visit our little planet Earth. If aliens were at the same stage technologically as us then aliens would probably have no way of travelling the vastness of space, but if they were much more advanced then the aliens could get here, but may not bother. Would we be able to communicate with a caveman and even if we could, would we really want to? That's how I think they would see us. Maybe there are UFO's visiting here everyday, abducting people, mutilating cattle, changing fields of crops into amazing works of art, doing secret deals with us humans to cover things up in exchange for advanced alien technology, you never know! I do not know what aliens would look like, I do doubt they would be just like us, who says they would walk on two legs, why not aliens with four, eight or maybe that just float along on a ribbon of pure energy.


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  1. Her notepad poems: Introduction
  2. Her notepad poems: Being free to be me
  3. Her notepad poems: Big metal box
  4. Her notepad poems: Blue lights in the mirror
  5. Her notepad poems: Christmas thoughts
  6. Her notepad poems: Cold and grey in the UK
  7. Her notepad poems: Colours of my life
  8. Her notepad poems: Computers are a pain
  9. Her notepad poems: Concept of happiness
  10. Her notepad poems: Crowds all around me
  11. Her notepad poems: Eh Ju Kay Shon
  12. Her notepad poems: Evil people around us
  13. Her notepad poems: Exploring the woods
  14. Her notepad poems: Feel the pain
  15. Her notepad poems: Feeling alone
  16. Her notepad poems: Fluffy little tails
  17. Her notepad poems: Fluidity / genderfluid
  18. Her notepad poems: Free school parking
  19. Her notepad poems: Frozen moment in time
  20. Her notepad poems: Gay Pride
  21. Her notepad poems: Going to Disneyland Paris
  22. Her notepad poems: Hand beside me
  23. Her notepad poems: I hate you
  24. Her notepad poems: Illusion of life
  25. Her notepad poems: Just another dumb animal
  26. Her notepad poems: Life of a photographer
  27. Her notepad poems: Life of a snowflake
  28. Her notepad poems: Light from another world
  29. Her notepad poems: Lurking in the darkness
  30. Her notepad poems: Maybe I am going mad
  31. Her notepad poems: Mindfulness
  32. Her notepad poems: My first true love
  33. Her notepad poems: Normality
  34. Her notepad poems: Not going mad this Christmas
  35. Her notepad poems: Opening my mind
  36. Her notepad poems: Out there
  37. Her notepad poems: Passion or prayer
  38. Her notepad poems: Perfect man
  39. Her notepad poems: Psyonic dreams
  40. Her notepad poems: Raindrops on the window
  41. Her notepad poems: Red is the colour of blood
  42. Her notepad poems: Roller coaster rider
  43. Her notepad poems: Second by second
  44. Her notepad poems: Side effect of Doctors
  45. Her notepad poems: Storm
  46. Her notepad poems: Strange creatures
  47. Her notepad poems: Stranger beside me
  48. Her notepad poems: Sugar excess
  49. Her notepad poems: Tick and the tock
  50. Her notepad poems: Trapped in the Summer
  51. Her notepad poems: Trust in terror media
  52. Her notepad poems: Watching death poem
  53. Her notepad poems: Westwood House
  54. Her notepad poems: When I grow up
  55. Her notepad poems: When munchies attack
  56. Her notepad poems: Why I go to Pride
  57. Her notepad poems: Why me