No, I wasn’t drunk, I did not touch a drop

when I met him on that day outside that old fuel stop,

I wasn’t high on drugs, nor sleeping pills or crack

and I also did not have an insanity attack.


He stood at three-feet-tall, had just one eye to see

three arms, five short legs and he spoke at length to me,

he flew to Earth from Mars and was shocked by what he found

the condition of this planet was far from safe and sound.


He asked me, “What us humans thought, or do we think at all?

When the safety of our Mother Earth should be in the hands of all,

global warming makes her hot and her frozen ice caps melt

flooding all the coastal towns, the destruction will be felt.


We throw garbage in her face, it’s not just an ugly scene

methane gas tears up the ozone, to her that is so mean,

she’s crying acid tears, we simply call it rain

she weeps from what we have done, she sits and sobs in pain.


Wood smoke from cut down trees penetrates her lungs.

‘We should fix this,’ humans say, as they sit and wag their tongues.”

He asked me, “why we’d want to kill a kind entity like her

when she’s fed us all we want and made our lives occur.


Animal extinctions, way too many species dead!

‘Are humans even civilised?” The thought came to his head.

“You sit upon your hands, someone else will do the job

on Mars we help each other, you humans make us sob.”


I asked how I can help to curb destructiveness

to make our Mother Earth survive this ugly man-made mess,

he told me that, “We all must help, one part makes not a whole

together we are complete, each person must enrol.”


I scratched my head and said goodbye, then I asked his name

he simply called out “Sanity and my job is curbing shame!”

My new friend then flew off in his spaceship back to Mars

I watched him disappear, zipping through the stars.


Every person must pitch in, each must do their bit

or face a fiery end on earth in a hopeless empty pit,

I love to see our Mother Earth with a smile on her face

so let us make her broad grin shine, her trust we can replace.


© 2019 Poetry Dude



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The Alien Visitor
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11 thoughts on “The Alien Visitor

  • January 20, 2020 at 12:50 pm

    Hi PD

    Well, this is a scary piece. How true it is and you write it in such a great manner.

    Humans seem to just take for granted that everything will remain as is and intact forever, which it will not unless you like after it and that goes for everything. Well said.


    • March 12, 2020 at 12:02 pm

      Hi Willy

      Thank you for your review and sorry about the time it has taken me to reply. You are right what you say and I couldn’t agree more.


  • December 2, 2019 at 9:28 am

    Hi PD

    Yes, mate, our visitors from beyond could help us out a bit I reckon.

    Very nicely written and insightful. I hope to be able to read more of your posts very soon.

    Cheers Fez

    • March 12, 2020 at 12:00 pm

      Hi Walu
      Sorry about the late reply to your kind review, I must have overlooked it somehow. Thank you for taking the time to have a read for me. Maybe one day they will come along and I hope they’re as nice as the one in this poem.


  • May 30, 2019 at 2:10 pm

    Wow what a wonderful way to inform us, we need to straighten out or lose what we have. Very nicely done. Loved the rhyme and the way you versed this piece

    • March 12, 2020 at 6:53 am

      (When the safety of our Mother Earth should be in the hands of all,)

      We think…but all we see are ,$ signs! Does not matter if the next generations suffer from our lack of empathy for our planet. When the polar ice caps melt and cause global flooding. The Earth is perfectly balanced. From it’s iron core and molten nickle and iron that spin around it to create a magnetic field that prevents the solar Ray’s from scorching our planet. And, 12 degrees tikt is ideal for creating our seasons.. Any shift in the axis could effect our seasons. No tilt, no seasons.

      Well told story! I already know the truth about aliens. Write some more! Puny earthling.

      Hum…wonder what happened to Mars?

      • March 12, 2020 at 11:57 am

        Hi, BOOghost and thanks very much for such a wonderful, heartfelt and powerful review. I hear you, my friend and it’s a shame that not more people do. I feel like an alien sometimes with the way I think…maybe a puny alien instead.


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