Star Trek poetry

[think]

Cosmic mind turns off like sky lights.

We are lost in the infinite skys of life
crinkly comping in sooner then nows
bringing the broughts around here &
now when is where but ever so there

A broken star out of line with a mind
new in the keep of live heaps of how
round are the red eyes that lie on an
even ground about to make sounds..

Know the focus of life is nothing but
what is known as life. Savor them I
don't but directly effect the perhaps
happenstantial flower as butterflies.

And they fly like rainbows of minds.
waking in the ice a clowns madness
passage to the cosmic mind slips on
into the freedom of critical mystical

Nothing knows better then we arts
The artistry of Philosophy in jester
beam me to the new cries in lies I
value the matter of three and four

On adding neither one nor two can
begin in free versery of theoretical
lectures of meaningless sounds as
well as fast and found bound to U

regrounded in times of lost mean
smaller we grow small into small
slow it is virtual performance out
pretty is the sound of the words.

motion is free in three worlds of
please keep the particles presto
wave to matter to wave to time
none of them know better or in

another planet and another sky
create a new dream of ryegels
argot stare not but therefore I
waking in these meek similes-

Bill,
aka Think

 

[LadyT'Anna]

Know the focus of life is nothing but
what is known as life. Savor them I
don't but directly effect the perhaps
happenstantial flower as butterflies.

And they fly like rainbows of minds.
waking in the ice a clowns madness
passage to the cosmic mind slips on
into the freedom of critical mystical

Bill, have you read Ul de Rico's The Rainbow-Goblins? See enlarged image.

(Forgive me, please. My mind never stops taking the Rorschach blot test.)

 

[HIjol]

I have no idea why, it just popped into my brain!

(with apologies to Harold Arlen and E.Y. Harburg, and also to Judy Garland)


Somewhere, after the Wormhole
Skies are Black
Stars shine out of my viewscreen
Oh, how it's good to chegh (return/be back)


Deep Space, Odo and Sisko
Prom-e-nade
I like Quark's and some Dabo
Romulan Lemonade

I wish that I ,like Worf could try
That special Klingon Battle Cry...AHHHHIIIIIIIII!
Or climb in to a Jeffries Tube
And fix a warp core breach or two
Like Miiiilesss and Scooooottyyyyyy


When I graduate Star Fleet
I will cry
But, I also will hope that...

...I get the Enterprise!

 

[HIjol]

Cosmic mind turns off like sky lights.

We are lost in the infinite skys of life
crinkly comping in sooner then nows
bringing the broughts around here &
now when is where but ever so there

A broken star out of line with a mind
new in the keep of live heaps of how
round are the red eyes that lie on an
even ground about to make sounds..

Know the focus of life is nothing but
what is known as life. Savor them I
don't but directly effect the perhaps
happenstantial flower as butterflies.

And they fly like rainbows of minds.
waking in the ice a clowns madness
passage to the cosmic mind slips on
into the freedom of critical mystical

Nothing knows better then we arts
The artistry of Philosophy in jester
beam me to the new cries in lies I
value the matter of three and four

On adding neither one nor two can
begin in free versery of theoretical
lectures of meaningless sounds as
well as fast and found bound to U

regrounded in times of lost mean
smaller we grow small into small
slow it is virtual performance out
pretty is the sound of the words.

motion is free in three worlds of
please keep the particles presto
wave to matter to wave to time
none of them know better or in

another planet and another sky
create a new dream of ryegels
argot stare not but therefore I
waking in these meek similes-

Bill,
aka Think

think, there is a spirituality inherent in your free-verse...and a secular...duality...

"Know the focus of life is nothing but
what is known as life"

Indeed, and what else could it be...think

"the cosmic mind slips on
into the freedom of critical mystical"

"Critical Mystical" freedom...a mind cannot criticize without freedom
And cannot know the Mystical without the spiritual

"On adding neither one nor two...motion is free in three worlds"

"One", "Two" "...free in three worlds"

The Trinity of Spiritual; Father, Son and HG?
The Trinity of Secular; Self, Others, All Else?

 

[think]

Thanks for commenting ,.. Sometimes my poetry-prose goes unnoticed with reason ,.. But audience is important as much as I might abuse the audience I still have,..

Change what is into something better // have faith that it is better // know that all change is good,..

 

[Triskelion]

Rather than clutter up this thread, I once posted a Trek poem called "I Brilliantly Beamed a Borg Aboard".

And no, I have no idea what possessed me during the months it took to write it.




Now if you'll bear with me I'll go back to the beginning of this thread and give it a proper read!

 

[HIjol]

I just read the best of the best of the poems
On Borgs and Trek and Stanzas and Drones
With WordPlay and StarDates and Rhyme finely Honed
Plus RoddenBare LiterRare HardCompare Bold...

What an Utter Gamester you are, and Welcome, MOST Welcome to the Poetry Thread, ATOMICROAR!!!

Your Submission Ambition puts Some in Remission
Aligning, HeadLining, Trekfinding StrongSiding
A StarShip of WordQuip Shot-From-Hip HighOrbit
Words Of A Feather, Thanks to You, Flock Forever!!!

 

[LadyT'Anna]

Gamesters, I am out of my stars.

 

[Triskelion]

I just read the best of the best of the poems
On Borgs and Trek and Stanzas and Drones
With WordPlay and StarDates and Rhyme finely Honed
Plus RoddenBare LiterRare HardCompare Bold...

What an Utter Gamester you are, and Welcome, MOST Welcome to the Poetry Thread, ATOMICROAR!!!

Your Submission Ambition puts Some in Remission
Aligning, HeadLining, Trekfinding StrongSiding
A StarShip of WordQuip Shot-From-Hip HighOrbit
Words Of A Feather, Thanks to You, Flock Forever!!!

Holy smokes, that's some good stuff right there!
Thank you very much and a doff of the helm, good sir. The honor is mine.

Gamesters, I am out of my stars.

The sentiment is more than mutual, miLady. Thank you for your gracious indulgence, and I love the nick!

 

[LadyT'Anna]

I just read the best of the best of the poems
On Borgs and Trek and Stanzas and Drones
With WordPlay and StarDates and Rhyme finely Honed
Plus RoddenBare LiterRare HardCompare Bold...

What an Utter Gamester you are, and Welcome, MOST Welcome to the Poetry Thread, ATOMICROAR!!!

Your Submission Ambition puts Some in Remission
Aligning, HeadLining, Trekfinding StrongSiding
A StarShip of WordQuip Shot-From-Hip HighOrbit
Words Of A Feather, Thanks to You, Flock Forever!!!

Holy smokes, that's some good stuff right there!
Thank you very much and a doff of the helm, good sir. The honor is mine.

Gamesters, I am out of my stars.

The sentiment is more than mutual, miLady. Thank you for your gracious indulgence, and I love the nick!

You are most welcome. That nick has a story behind it, or more precisely, a novella--follow the link in my signature if you're at all intrigued. I was going to say that DarkLight/HIjol, think and you were three sides of a coin, except that coins don't have three sides! (Yes, it's been one of those mornings.) So instead, I shall call you the Trek Poets Triumvirate, if I may make so bold.

Copy chiefing calls--I'll return later!

Kindest regards -- me

 

[LadyT'Anna]

The Trinity of Spiritual; Father, Son and HG?
The Trinity of Secular; Self, Others, All Else?

Well then, DarkLight/HIjol, seeing as you're the one who mentioned the Trinity, I'm guessing this poem is your fault.

For Odo and the rest

Behold the Founders, many and yet one
Within their mystic sea, their primal home,
Their solace, though the war at last was won
By others, and though they themselves did roam

Across grand galaxies to fight and strive
For that Dominion which they called their own,
Till humans and proud Klingons did arrive
To win the war and leave them spent, alone.

Now past the hour when they dominion sought,
At one once more they find themselves arranged,
Aglow with sense and feeling, time and thought.
They always change, yet they remain unchanged.

This is their trinity: one mind, one soul,
One being that is separate yet whole.

© LadyT'Anna
Oct. 17, 2015

 

[LadyT'Anna]

Hailing frequencies open; please acknowledge at leisure. I eagerly await the return and/or arrival of readers, writers, and if applicable, critics. In the meantime, here's wishing a happy Halloween to all those who celebrate it. The trick to poetry is making it a treat, is it not?

 

[think]

I am nigh wrong nor right
I see doth beat the parties at nite
Still stars and quasars in dust is not my domain,..
Shiny new units thy being bling at as is now

Perfect impeRfections I know you there well and better
Crying lies of screaming epitomies epoch like ryes in eyes
Free in the dysfunctional amebiasis divided groupings of humans
Noth buth bounced blocks off empathy in walled and outside so

So what,..what is that way on the true path of nil ills
Broken cracker crumbs ten at the edge of time no's not's to go
Where some say the voice of mine links thinks thoughts in naught
Art of heatheans kind in solo frozen locks behind every glass eye.

Imploded brother explodes in ghostly ash of facts his name
marked on surface to counter,..top the mounted life of pony
Free sciocial boxed in streets on minded addicted excellence ashes
Seeds polish edges of realities in touching forms and structured,..

Ends at large

 

[HIjol]

I have been away too long!

think
M'Lady

Holy Moley!

You both evoke MindPictures of such detailed excellence!

The Millieux
The Venue
The Circumstance
The Happenstance

Sometimes Facilitates
Sometimes Ameliorates
Sometimes does Create
Sometimes Amalgamates

PoetGifts lie Hidden
PoetGifts, Unbidden
PoetGifts Remitted
PoetGifts De-Lidded

Our Words Within
Our Words Begin
Our Words Certain
Our words Flowing

The MindMeet Matters
The Mind De-Clatters
The Mind flows Faster
The Mind becomes "Aster"

You all Contribute
You all add your Lute
You all Convolute
You all get Tribute

 

[HIjol]

Missou, It Is Not Only You

I read with some sadness, but also with interest
Events that transpired on one USA Campus
A Campus, A Crucible, for Mediums of Growth
Our Campii are moving from Innovation to Trope

Cycles of Happenstance repeat all too often
Some, Like a CycleLife should be in the open
But others, once felt, belong far from our lives
Hateful and Hurtful, a Blight on the Light

Lying, Conniving, Pain for no Reason
Agenda and Master Plan, Speech is a Free Zone
But not without Consequence, or so we were told
From parents who've grown up from young into old

Seems everyone, now, from Publician to Politician
Yells invectives and insults, without "pre" Cognition
Thoughtless, yet pointed, and yes, Students, too
Using Epithets too old - absence overdue

So much to fix on this Orb we call Home
Enough Real existence Injustice enjoys
Needing NO "True" reports from the fictional world
Needing NO "Veritas" of being fictionally "hurled"

So Many share answers, know just how to fix
So many parse words and hope We miss the Tricks
Some even inflict "justifiable" hurt
Collateral Damage, it ain't, that's for sure

Hurting One of Us truly hurts all, can't we see?
We are, each and every, "priced" valuably
Why is it, that message so hard to be heard?
Cameron's Tree of Life, not so absurd

Spirit or not, more than one? Life is Precious
Not meant to be lashed at, or treated with malevolence
Perhaps as we fling outraged words and reactions
It's worth looking In, to see why we're in Fractions

HIjol, 2015

 

[LadyT'Anna]

You have indeed been away too long, HIjol. I am glad that you have returned safely.

 

[HIjol]

You have indeed been away too long, HIjol. I am glad that you have returned safely.

I thank My Lady for her concern
That of the safety of my return
It sadness me, the behavior here
Factions are fighting, no open ear

All that is left, for many, is rubble
Running and hiding, avoiding trouble
What in the hell are "they" fighting for?
There is nothing left, just dirt on the floor

Islam means "Peace", though it's hard to see
For the bombs and bullets happen multi-daily
Power and Position without a thought
Of the people and the land, protection there ought

"My heart grows heavy, my sight grows dim"
Says the Hotel man, but there is no Inn
All that is left, more many, is rubble
Running and hiding, avoiding trouble

 

[LadyT'Anna]

HIjol, I'm afraid this isn't a new problem or even one specific to the Muslim world. Roddenberry et al. understood its nature very well indeed:

SPOCK: [referring to Bele and Lokai] Fascinating. Two irrevocably hostile humanoids.
SCOTT: Disgusting is what I call 'em.
SPOCK: That description is not scientifically accurate.
SCOTT: Mr. Spock, the word "disgusting" describes exactly what I feel about those two.
KIRK: That's enough for today. Those two are beginning to affect you.

 

[2takesfrakes]

William T. Riker is a STAR TREK character whose reputation as a "Lady's Man" always precedes him, in fan circles. What's almost never touched on, however is ... his vulnerability. Women have taken advantage of Number One, and I'm not talking about in the novels. No, I'm talking about sacred, Official Canon, here. A good case-in-point is the TNG episode "The Game." Not one of my favourite episodes for other reasons, mainly having to do with the titular "game," itself. But, whilst Trekkies know Riker to be all armour and nails ... let's remember that there's also a softer side to the Man, as we explore this in prose:

 

[2takesfrakes]

When I think back to that time with me and Soren, I have to laugh
So you turned it around by getting with Worf, in its aftermath
How did it come to this? Everything's so different
Now, when we meet, I can feel a certain distance
Saw you in the hall, with nothing to say
Maybe you'll call, just to talk, anyway

It's so strange having to bury my feelings for you deep down
I'm the life of the party, instead, when you two are around
In my quarters, a lover cast her shadow in the room
And, for a moment, I thought it belonged to you
Now, it's Worf who enjoys your sweet body
So, what does it mean that I'm your Imzadi?