Star Trek poetry

...calling all poets...give us your best couplets...sonnets...acrostic, cinquain...haiku...you can do it!

 

...see the ship named "Enterprise"...
...as she flies across the skies...
...Jim and Spock and Scotty, too!...
...ham it up for me and you...

 

Allow me to present my humble offering. Behold - every word is crafted to provide the maximum emotional impact in the least verbosity, without consulting a thesaurus ...


"Wouldn't It Be Good?"
By 2takesfrakes

Wouldn't it be good if Rain went past Future's End?
If only that she could, VOYAGER would get good again.
Maybe it should be left as Trekkie fantasy?
Sarah was on her way to fame and celebrity.
Wasn't the show in need of her humour and fun?
But somehow all of that potential was untied, undone.
Hotness? The world knows she's got it in abundance.
Midas' touch is what she brings to an audience.
Marry Rain to Tom (ain't that how it should've been)?
The Crew would have loved her through to the very last season.

 

ghotvam'e' bImon 'e' jatlh

I have consumed
the prune juice
that was in
the replicator

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
it was delicious
so sweet
and so cold

--Worf Carlos Worfs

 

< snapping fingers rapidly in applause, and tapping my kut'luch on the edge of the table in approval>...majQa'!

 

I wrote some VOY Haikus a few years back.

Regeneration
In Unimatrix Zero
Annika awakes

**

Kathryn your bunnage
projected authority
You've let yourself go!

**

Harry hurry up!
Your seven year itch festers..
Megan Delaney!

**

Neelix your nostril
hairs excite my secret bits
Pluck them! Pluck them now!

 

This thread's a relief! I've been constipated with creativity ...

There I was on the can
posing like "The Thinker,"
heaving a Havanna
and believe me,
it's a stinker.

That's when the ideas pop in
- causing me to Grin.
Trek is on my mind
as I flush a floater, one more time.

I can see vistas, as yet unknown
and ships never flown
set to fire phasers - in little pieces
something's blown!

As I reach for the "one hole,"
and start to wipe, again
In my mind's eye
I see an alien.

It's like none I've ever seen
as strange as Charlie Sheen,
gesturing wildly
at the viewing screen.

One more flush
and everything goes down
Then I wash my hands
with the sliver of soap that I've found.

Now, I'm looking dapper -
knowing it won't be long
til my next time
on the crapper.

 

Felis catus, is your taxonomic nomenclature an endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature

 

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Teacake's Words Have Depth
She Craves All Things Voyager
Nelix Nostril Hairs?

 

There's a Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright
In the Forest of the Night

 

A Vulcan Haiku;

The Vulcan honors.
He spreads fingers and salutes
Live long and prosper.

 

I like it!

Some edgy content:

Your Core
Heats me...
My Nacelle
Powers Up...
Warp Fields
Folding, Wrapping 'round...
Reaction Building
Increasing...
Vision blurred
Spectral Shift...
Utterance Indeterminant...
One Word Identifiable
"Engage"...

 

There was a young girl from Orion
If I said she was smart I'd be lyin'
Her skin it was green
Her skills were obscene
For a fourth time tonight I am tryin'

 

We have some really good--and some really bad--poets here. Here is my entry:

So far, so far
from here to the nearest star!
No green oasis now awaits us.
The frozen vastness of space.

 

Well said...

 

Am I one of the 'really good' poets? Tell me true ...

 

I do not know what Varek considers good and bad poetry, but I say anyone who can put him or herself out there and rhyme "Thinker" with "stinker", "dapper" with "crapper", manage to bring Charlie Sheen in on the thing, AND talk about "...vistas unknown..." has CLEARly got something going on!

 

An ode from my behind ... to your Mind!

>>SNORT!!!<<

 

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