Alien Flying Machines? (a poem of deliberation)
After weighing the pros and cons of all flight...those so notable, of our sight,
Extraordinary flying machines...are not to be exactly what "flying" defines..
Flight...that occurrence when birds or airships, through lift, soar in the night,
May not so apply...in reference to Alien crafts...their multiply varied designs.
An air filled balloon may float, gliders in the air to glide, a kite to lift by wind,
Solid objects with weighty lines...projects a deliberation...of creative minds.
Hovering disks, a new source to exist, as more complex, their message to send.
Triangles, spheres, odd shaped craft... as the word suggests, crafted designs,
A rocket ship propelled by its thrust, while saucers and globes... new ways, a must.
Perhaps a reversal of gravity, in its mechanicity...the holding forces of magneticity.
An expansion of the broad gravitational plane...opposing, to hold...to repel in its grain.
Assisted by the fold in Einstein's space...traveling to stars, in graceful synchronisity.
Perhaps new concepts, varying kinds...doors of dimensions...opened to our minds.
Time travel and in its rapidity, arrives...opening, to infinity...and space conquest thrives.
Wind blown sails to propel, the ancient ways...coal and oil to rule... in the later days,
As humanity watches the birds, as an inspiration, to fly to the stars...in their deliberation.
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