|Poems|

For two years we used poetry in our calendar. These are some examples of the entries. We love how Roswell inspires!

Roswell Rapture

AquaBra’s, BellyRings and Alien Stories by the Campfire
Comraderie, and suspense … and objects of desire…
This is the show … that we knew when ...
Into the Woods … and back again ...
These memories ... shall never fade ...
Did we know then … that we had it made?
Eat your Candy … dream your Dreams…
Gaze at the Stars … how sweet it seems ...
This is the essence … we need to capture ...
And bottle it … as Roswell Rapture ...
The magic … much too dear … to sell …
The magic … that … is our Roswell.

Written by Noseedough

The Aliens Have Landed

The Aliens Have Landed ...
They crashed in my back-yard!
Instead of landing softly ...
they came down, way too hard!
My name is Max ... I am a farmer,
outside of old Roswell ...
I’ve got a flying saucer ...
now just, who do I tell?
A visit to the Sheriff ...
he’ll know what to do ...
he said let’s call the airforce ...
and talk to Project Blue.
And then ... all of a sudden ...
the debris ... it disappears ...
and now we have a big balloon ...
to wipe away the fears!
Away they took the saucer,
the Chariot of the Gods ...
and they took the visitors,
and also took the pods!
Maybe one day ... sometime ....
I will get to tell ...
the truth about what really ....
happened in Roswell.

Written by Noseedough

If this is a dream ... please don’t wake me
please don’t poke ... nudge ... or ... shake me ....
If this is a dream ... I’d like to stay here ...
I’d like to spend ... my every day here ...
of all the world ... I choose this space ...
my Roswell dream ... my sacred place.

Written by Noseedough

My love that lusts an endless kiss,
A feeling that you know to bliss,
When I hold you, soft and tender,
I can only stop and surrender.

The crave I feel for you is deep,
I can not only dream and sleep,
For the passion I feel for you tonight,
Is one that only you feel bright.

I do remember your kisses flavor,
For you are my pleasant savior,
The one I call my one true love,
Come together and we shall be doves.

Written by Todd Bollard.
Inspired by the Roswell Movie Campaign

A POEM TO LIZ FROM MAX

My dearest wife,
I loved you since my life began and when I healed you from the touch of my hand. Though my secret I had to keep to make your life safe and free, from all the alien catastrophe. Then my secret you found out and knew right away without a doubt that we were meant to be because you are my wife, my friend, my soul mate, my destiny. Until one day when that all changed and in the cave the five of us stood and we all found out that our life's were misunderstood. You left my side right then and there so I could be with someone whom I never shared all the power of Love we both once knew. From that point on I've tried so hard to convince you that our love was true, and then I saw something I thought was a lie and even though you tried to tell me it was true one day I started to believe you. So Alex died and Tess and I were together and my heart was broken forever more. Then you made Tess pay her dues and she was gone with my
son. A year went buy and I tried so hard with all my might to make things right. until one day we were so close to be with each other the way we were supposed to. A ship had crashed and their they were my son and her. We stopped the FBI, Tess had sacrificed herself and my son was gone. My dearest wife I married you a few weeks later and here we are with our children in our arms all safe and warm, I have never felt so happy in my life than with you. Today is our kids 1st birthday and I have known for many years that I was sent to this earth to be here with you, because like my future self and I have always said Liz Parker Evans my destiny was always the same from the beginning IT'S YOU!!!

Written by Rachel AKA SWIFTYRACH

Roswell Rapture (inspired by Noseedough’s poem)

Caught and claimed by Roswell Rapture
we will scout new fans to capture.
No restrictions, age or gender,
just admit that you surrender ...
to the Roswell rapture ...
the Roswell rapture ...
the Roswell rapture ...

Written by Nana J.

Roswell Rapture (Revised version)

Heart afire with Roswell Rapture,
our desire? More fans to capture!
No restrictions, age or gender.
Of this earth, join us, surrender
to the Roswell Rapture ...
the Roswell Rapture ...
Roswell Rapture.

Written by Nana J.

Twas the night before Roswell

'Twas the night before Roswell, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The fans held their breath and waited
In hopes that Max Evans soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Max Evans shirtless danced in their heads

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature UFO, and three aliens,

With the most handsome of all, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Max
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called us by name

"Now, to all the fans", he yelled, "jump in there's plenty of room"
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the UFO full of Roswell merchandise, and Max Evans too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard footsteps
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Climbing through my window, Max Evans came with a bound.

He was dressed in his usual brown jacket,
as handsome as always, and wearing his usual black jeans and black shirt.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
and lets not forget the cute little ears.

He had a well formed face and a nice little six pack belly,

He was very muscular, as he always was.
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work.
And placed his hand over a cut on my arm; being ever so gentle,
then placing his hand on the side of my face and then pointed up north.
And giving a nod, I knew he had to leave now;

He sprang to his UFO, and away he flew, leaving the v consolation behind in
the sky for me to remember him every time I looked up at the stars.

Written By: Karen Downton