Star Trek poetry

[E-DUB]

Here's another batch,
Choices totally random.
I will take requests.


Kirk is split in two
One docile, one aggressive.
Can half a man live?


Kirk and Romulan
In a space battle of wits
Each a worthy foe.



Chapel’s old boy friend
Remade in robotic form
Lurch is in it too.


On an old Earth ship
They thaw out a Khan-sickle.
Bad move, just ask Spock.


Witch woman tempts Kirk
Amid a haunted castle.
He smashes her orb.

On a distant world
Companion joins with woman
To win Cochrane’s heart.


Two mighty starships
Face off against planet killer.
Bye, bye, Matt Decker.

Scott blamed for murder
But Jack the Ripper did it.
It’s the wimpy guy.


To free a planet
Kirk seeks a way to destroy
Paper-mache god.

Evil universe
Everyone has a double.
Can they make it home?


Disembodied brains
Bet on fights between captives.
And what’s a “Quatloo”?

Kirk hunts a cloud creature
To avenge his former captain.
A blood debt is paid.

Giant amoeba
Kills entire ship of Vulcans.
Spock and McCoy clash.

To outwit gangsters,
Kirk pretends to be one.
Spock is dubious.

To conquer our worlds
Aliens take human form.
Scotty gets one drunk.

Kirk, Spock, and Mulhall,
Hosts to brains from glowing spheres.
One wants to keep Spock.


The “Friendly Angel”
Makes children do his bidding.
Lots of folks get killed.

Spock's brain is stolen
Kirk and McCoy get it back.
Not their finest hour.


More godlike beings
Put Kirk and others through hell
There’s a midget too.

Superfast Beings
Bring Kirk up to their level.
Their leader digs him.


They’re white on one side
And they’re black on the other.
It’s allegory.

Another nut house.
Garth impersonates captain.
Hot Orion babe.


Enterprise hijacked.
Space hippies look for Eden.
Another bad trip.

Immortal named Flint
Was DaVinci and others.
He builds androids too.

Surak and Lincoln
Join Kirk and Spock to battle
Assorted bad guys.


Kirk’s jilted girl friend
Steals his body and his job.
Hell hath no fury…..

 

[2takesfrakes]

I've always wondered if the STAR TREK Poetry Thread shouldn't have had a friendly competition? Entries could even be judged by a 3rd Party, submitted in the vain hope of being acknowledged with this certificate:

... Rare & Wonderful, is it not?

But then, I began to realise the truth and reality of something my mentor, Rudy Garcia, told me (well, all 20-some-odd of us who apprenticed under him, actually), time and time again with, fierce conviction: essentially, that you're either the Artist, or the public, in the creative process. Once a piece is signed off, it belongs to the public and is no longer your concern. It's only our responsibility to realise the potential of our own talent.

 

[HIjol]

Here's another batch,
Choices totally random.
I will take requests.


Kirk is split in two
One docile, one aggressive.
Can half a man live?


Kirk and Romulan
In a space battle of wits
Each a worthy foe.



Chapel’s old boy friend
Remade in robotic form
Lurch is in it too.


On an old Earth ship
They thaw out a Khan-sickle.
Bad move, just ask Spock.


Witch woman tempts Kirk
Amid a haunted castle.
He smashes her orb.

On a distant world
Companion joins with woman
To win Cochrane’s heart.


Two mighty starships
Face off against planet killer.
Bye, bye, Matt Decker.

Scott blamed for murder
But Jack the Ripper did it.
It’s the wimpy guy.


To free a planet
Kirk seeks a way to destroy
Paper-mache god.

Evil universe
Everyone has a double.
Can they make it home?


Disembodied brains
Bet on fights between captives.
And what’s a “Quatloo”?

Kirk hunts a cloud creature
To avenge his former captain.
A blood debt is paid.

Giant amoeba
Kills entire ship of Vulcans.
Spock and McCoy clash.

To outwit gangsters,
Kirk pretends to be one.
Spock is dubious.

To conquer our worlds
Aliens take human form.
Scotty gets one drunk.

Kirk, Spock, and Mulhall,
Hosts to brains from glowing spheres.
One wants to keep Spock.


The “Friendly Angel”
Makes children do his bidding.
Lots of folks get killed.

Spock's brain is stolen
Kirk and McCoy get it back.
Not their finest hour.


More godlike beings
Put Kirk and others through hell
There’s a midget too.

Superfast Beings
Bring Kirk up to their level.
Their leader digs him.


They’re white on one side
And they’re black on the other.
It’s allegory.

Another nut house.
Garth impersonates captain.
Hot Orion babe.


Enterprise hijacked.
Space hippies look for Eden.
Another bad trip.

Immortal named Flint
Was DaVinci and others.
He builds androids too.

Surak and Lincoln
Join Kirk and Spock to battle
Assorted bad guys.


Kirk’s jilted girl friend
Steals his body and his job.
Hell hath no fury…..

These are wonderful! I can "see" each episode with the Haiku!

"Khan-Sickle"!

 

[HIjol]

I've always wondered if the STAR TREK Poetry Thread shouldn't have had a friendly competition? Entries could even be judged by a 3rd Party, submitted in the vain hope of being acknowledged with this certificate:

... Rare & Wonderful, is it not?

But then, I began to realise the truth and reality of something my mentor, Rudy Garcia, told me (well, all 20-some-odd of us who apprenticed under him, actually), time and time again with, fierce conviction: essentially, that you're either the Artist, or the public, in the creative process. Once a piece is signed off, it belongs to the public and is no longer your concern. It's only our responsibility to realise the potential of our own talent.

I love the idea, but the execution would be difficult. Your Mentor had one hell of a bead on Art and its expression, 'frakes!

 

[2takesfrakes]

Whilst I could liken my tenure with The Master Rudy Garcia to that of Leonardo da Vinci's apprenticeship with Verrocchio's workshop ... that wouldn't be true. I expected Mr. Garcia to have opened his eyes to the miracle of my talent and, not unlike Verrocchio, himself did, never pick up a brush, again having been struck in awe. What, in fact, happened was, upon reviewing my portfolio, he was singularly impressed with my "dry brush" technique, which he considered of value to his studio.

It wasn't the only painting chore I did, but I certainly wasn't given any scope. There were directives and instructions, from which there could be no deviation. And only a couple of the pieces that I worked on actually saw his handiwork. Usually, I was "down the line," as it were, working on specific aspects of pieces started by others. But he recognised my versatility early on and it wasn't so completely oppressive. Mostly what I valued was his brief, infrequent talks ... and advice. Actually, I was quite fortunate to be his apprentice and still reflect on my pronounced naïveté regarding the actual job of being an Artist. I guess I went in thinking I was only there to be discovered ...

I apologise ... I know this is the STAR TREK Poetry Thread, not the Whimsical Reflections Thread. Be assured that another poem is fermenting in my mind, which I will bottle up, for now ... and serve up to you all, later.

 

[2takesfrakes]

Operation: JELLIC-0

Produced in a laboratory, packed with preservatives
Who would ever want to put that in their mouth?
They try Brick & Mortar stores and selling online
But, like a duck in winter, $ales keep heading South

Wisely uneaten, without a proper sales gimmick
I mean, who in their right mind would brave it?
But assign its packaging a STAR TREK theme
Jack up the retail price and Trekkies will taste it

Picking shelves clean of this nasty, cheap-ass shite
All because of some tie-in to a show they like on TV
Leaving some of them unopened, to sell at a later date
For profits enough to turn any Ferengi green with envy

 

[2takesfrakes]

Music Calms the Savage Beast
Whether it be animals of the forest
or a Klingon as seen on TV
Pet birds have been known to dance
To the actual beat of the song playing
It's something they understand
Singing can't be felt in the voicebox
It all begins deep down, in the diaphram
Being on Lead Vocals always rocks
The guitar's so difficult to learn
And yet, surprisingly, easy to master
Both require a passion that burns
Music is beauty of form ... and harmony
Whist lyrics tell a story or establish mood
The Emotions expressed do so, universally

 

[2takesfrakes]

 

[HIjol]

Magnificent, Retro, and Delicious! Very Well Done, my Friend!

My entries to follow, shortly...

...I think they will fall short of the above, but I will endeavor!

 

[2takesfrakes]

Your prose tends to be more substantive than my own, sir ... and more substantial. Which is why I'm given to attaching photographs, as they add another "thousand words," at least. And, also, they do much to make my offerings more palatable. But what of E-DUB's promised avalanche of archives? There's been but a mere sampling ... the proverbial tip of the iceberg, only.

 

[HIjol]

Proverbial Samplings
~~for my friend, 2takesfrakes

When Prose enlists the bonmot Rhyme
It touches people, touches time
"A Thousand Words", its oft been said
Can be inside an image, in our head

"Substantive"?, good for our musings to reach
"Substantial"?, less common, but equal, No Preach!
But wait a MeatMinute, no Particle or Wave
Does not the bonmot matter, each his/her Fave?

The way WordRhyme translates
If it gets us to feel?
If frakes feels with pictures
HIjol?...more surreal

Others that read on this Ball we call Earth
Others that feel in their own way, no dearth
Palate-able is the key to the thing
Clear definition? Not needed to bring

All that is needed is eyes and a brain
All that is seeded?...ideas that "rain"
Enjoyment, Enlighten, Inform, Entertain
All else, 'tis Relative, Interpret, Re-frame


~~Creating and Sharing Rhyme, Lyrics, Prose, MindPictures is, IMHO, one of Humanity's greatest gifts.
May all who discover this Thread enjoy...feel...make meaning of your own...and join us, indeed!
HIjol

 

[2takesfrakes]

No worries, mate! Here's another shrimp on the barbie, at any rate. The idea is to think of the woman pictured, here, as giving voice to my verse, at a poetry reading. Her name's Kaitlin Hopkins, by the way; she played Kilana in DS9 and Dala in VOY.

I like how she's seemingly so passionate behind the mic, which is befitting of how it would actually be, of course. Like Captain Kirk, I'm "a Man of deep feelings." So picture it, now - OK? - try imaging hearing her voice as you read the words in your head, then you've got the idea ...

 

[2takesfrakes]

For those who enjoy seeing banners waving high in the air,
Knights in Shining Armour, Beautiful Princesses, Castles and Chivalry ...

 

[2takesfrakes]

I can't take credit for writing Data's "material." These knee-slappers were nicked from The Internet ...

What is Thomas Riker's dating philosophy?
"If at first you don't succeed, try Troi again."
How many Borg does it take to change a light-bulb?
All of them

You Might Be A Trekkie If:
You think that Captain Janeway is sexier than Princess Leia...
You Might Be A Trekkie If:
Your screen saver says "Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated"...

What is Captain Picard's biggest pet peeve?
When the crew replaces his dilithium crystals with Folgers crystals.
What are eyeglasses called on Vulcan?
"Spocktacles"

Sarek and Amanda were dating
Amanda was patiently waiting
For signs of romance
Soft words, a slow dance
What she got was an efficiency rating

 

[HIjol]

 

[HIjol]

Amaze-Musings

I am always amazed at the Creative Spirit
Appearing with wonderful, beautiful "lyric"
From those that, so quickly, say "no way, for me!"
Reveal that, indeed, they can, easily! See!?

Meaningful, Heart-Wrenching, Humerous stuff
Sure, the Occasional "word-lark" of Fluff
All from the Heart and the Head (and the Groin)
Words that do matter, be they LoveSong or Loin

Give people half of a chance to express
Ask them to write rhyme, to us they address
We Read and Imagine and Smile and Confess
Poetry Rocks, lets our "Inner" "Undress"

 

[2takesfrakes]

Desmond & Millicent 'Frakes'
(An Ode to My Folks)
by 2takesfrakes

My Adventure Begins - right here
With a story that's true & sincere:

Dad knew a girl named Flo
Who me mum knew, also
And she got them both together
For what turned out to be forever

Mum would play Whatta Man
By Salt N' Pepa, for my Dad
He would strut like a peacock
Flexing his muscles, like a jock

He's not big, but he keeps fit
I'm sure mum is why he does it
Still, he's aged ... you can tell
But to her, it's just as well

 

[HIjol]

Ode to a Couple
~~inspired by my friend, 2takesfrakes

John and Jeannine were just Thirteen
When they met on a playground in ChiTown.
She knew in a minute, he was so well down "with it"
He also knew who - his True Blue.

They grew and developed, and stayed enveloped
Until it was time to get serious
John joined the Marines - he fibbed - just Sixteen
Did his Tour and came home and Asked, Query-ous.

They married, these two, and they had you-know-who!
HIjol made the scene with a cry
In time, two more came, and they made it ok
On the South Side of "Windy" Sweet Chi!

The years warped on by, milestones, battles and cries
But they all did their jobs and got grownup
Success and Failures, Restarts and Derail-ers
Life lessons abounded for all Five

Death took John from life, and of course Jeannine cried
But that is the way of the Thing
The memory lives on, so much love, Family's "Song"
And the Next Generation will "air" soon!

The Moral, I guess, is that families progress
Through this thing we call sentient existence
But it takes the first two, to make me and make you
And to make true the line, "...Possibilities."

 

[Doom Shepherd]

I've written a bit of poetry... but only one is Star Trek related. And it's more a song/space chanty. And it's pretty contrived.

(Sung to the tune of "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" by Gordon Lightfoot)

The End of the Starship Valhalla
The Legend lives on, from the Lysians on down,
Of the space that they call the 'Deep Reaches,'
The Vastness, it's said, never gives up its dead
And the darkness of space never ceases.
Out there in the cold, on neutral zone patrol,
The Starship Valhalla was cruising.
The good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the Jem'Hadar fighters came calling.

The ship was the pride of the Federation side
Cruising out from Utopia Planitia
As light cruisers go, she was tougher than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding a sweep of the Kelinnian Deep
When they left at a slow pace for Vulcan
And later that night when the red alert cried
Could it be a cold wind they'd been feeling?

The tactical board made a tell-tale sharp sound
And the whole bridge was caught in the feeling
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
'Twas the damned Jem'hadar come a'stealing.
The raiders came fast, and the first phaser blast
Knocked out the warp core and the subspace
They fired all guns, and an antimatter sun
Marked one Jemmie's final resting place.

The torpedoes flew, but the good captain knew
The the Jems were too many to conquer.
At 7. P.M. a main bulkhead gave in, he said
"Fellas, it's been good t'know ya."
They tried old radio, to let Starfleet know
That the good ship and crew were in danger
And when later that day the signal faded away
'Twas the end of the Starship Valhalla

When the other ships came, all the sign that remained
Was the residue left from the battle.
The searchers all said they'd have made Betazed
If they'd put ten more light-years behind her
They might have surrendered, more likely shot down,
They might have broke up under fire.
And all that remains are the faces and names
Of the wives, husbands, sons, and the daughters.

Mutara roils, Triffid Nebula glows,
In the rooms of her ice crystal mansion.
The Horsehead steams like a young sailor's dreams
The Ka'tar Belt's taken many helmsmen.
And farther on out The Badlands put out
Energy enough to fry a planet
And the starships still go, as the captains all know
With the Jem'Hadar raiders remembered.

In a gleaming white hall in Old Frisco they prayed
In the Starfleet Officer's cathedral.
The mourning bell chimed till it rand fifty-nine times
For each soul on the Starship Valhalla.
The legend lives on, from the Lysians on down
Of the space that they call the "Deep Reaches."
The Vastness, they said, never gives up its dead
And the darkness of space never ceases...

 

[HIjol]

I've written a bit of poetry... but only one is Star Trek related. And it's more a song/space chanty. And it's pretty contrived.

(Sung to the tune of "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" by Gordon Lightfoot)

The End of the Starship Valhalla
The Legend lives on, from the Lysians on down,
Of the space that they call the 'Deep Reaches,'
The Vastness, it's said, never gives up its dead
And the darkness of space never ceases.
Out there in the cold, on neutral zone patrol,
The Starship Valhalla was cruising.
The good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the Jem'Hadar fighters came calling.

The ship was the pride of the Federation side
Cruising out from Utopia Planitia
As light cruisers go, she was tougher than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding a sweep of the Kelinnian Deep
When they left at a slow pace for Vulcan
And later that night when the red alert cried
Could it be a cold wind they'd been feeling?

The tactical board made a tell-tale sharp sound
And the whole bridge was caught in the feeling
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
'Twas the damned Jem'hadar come a'stealing.
The raiders came fast, and the first phaser blast
Knocked out the warp core and the subspace
They fired all guns, and an antimatter sun
Marked one Jemmie's final resting place.

The torpedoes flew, but the good captain knew
The the Jems were too many to conquer.
At 7. P.M. a main bulkhead gave in, he said
"Fellas, it's been good t'know ya."
They tried old radio, to let Starfleet know
That the good ship and crew were in danger
And when later that day the signal faded away
'Twas the end of the Starship Valhalla

When the other ships came, all the sign that remained
Was the residue left from the battle.
The searchers all said they'd have made Betazed
If they'd put ten more light-years behind her
They might have surrendered, more likely shot down,
They might have broke up under fire.
And all that remains are the faces and names
Of the wives, husbands, sons, and the daughters.

Mutara roils, Triffid Nebula glows,
In the rooms of her ice crystal mansion.
The Horsehead steams like a young sailor's dreams
The Ka'tar Belt's taken many helmsmen.
And farther on out The Badlands put out
Energy enough to fry a planet
And the starships still go, as the captains all know
With the Jem'Hadar raiders remembered.

In a gleaming white hall in Old Frisco they prayed
In the Starfleet Officer's cathedral.
The mourning bell chimed till it rand fifty-nine times
For each soul on the Starship Valhalla.
The legend lives on, from the Lysians on down
Of the space that they call the "Deep Reaches."
The Vastness, they said, never gives up its dead
And the darkness of space never ceases...

Excellent

My Respects to the Good Ship Valhalla.
I have been, indeed, to the space they call "Deep Reaches".

Excellent