Star Trek poetry

[2takesfrakes]

HIjol, as your prose brilliantly reveals, there is much to mine from with the story of the Uxbridge's. Unfortunately THE SURVIVORS had very little interest in doing any mining, at all ... just pan-handling for several key points of exposition, of which we are treated to only the barest outline, the broadest strokes. The majority of which was $aved only ... for the very end! But this series is not called "The Kevin & Rishon Show" for a reason. Ultimately, this sweet, elderly couple is just there to give Our Heroes something to do. At least the ideas are all there. Crimes of Passion are very common in Life, though the wildly exaggerated consequences eventually presented here are uncommon ... fortunately. A great follow-up, there, HIjol ...

 

[HIjol]

Thank you, 'Frakes. I was inspired by your very interesting and original spin on their relationship. The "less than serious" and non-permanence you wrote of had many layers to it. You are right that there was much more there to explore, and I think they would have done well to consult us for the fleshing!

'Frakes and HIjol, Their Minds Wide

 

[2takesfrakes]

What I should've typed in my earlier post was "panning," not "panhandling." Speaking of panning for gold, Deanna Troi, it was revealed in the TNG episode "A Fistful of Datas," has an active interest in The Old West (of the U.S.) ... Ouffff!!!

A country girl named Deanna Troi
Was tryin' to get gotten
Said she wanted me as her cowboy
... And I was toppin' cotton!

Took her to the River Walk in San Antonio
Where we saw the Alamo Shrine
Then we went to a ghost town in Calico
And explored a silver mine

Sisko's Creole Kitchen in New Orleans
Served us up a mighty fine Gumbo
Though bearded, I kissed her under Moonbeams
On Johns Island, by The Angel Oak

In Atlanta, Georgia, it was a hundred above
We saw where Leonard H. McCoy was born
She confessed that I'd lost her (but not her love)
To Lieutenant Worf (played by Michael Dorn)

In Oklahoma City, they're both Square Dancin'
Doing an Allemande Left, followed by a do-si-do
I always have to hear about their Sweet Romancin'
Working with these two is a real tough row to hoe ...

 

[HIjol]

Thays a problum with courtin' a Filly named Troi
Coz when ya think on her sweetly, She won't act all coy

The reezun is plain as the nose on yer face
She already ken's what yer ponderin' t' say

You'd be plannin' t' aks 'er to go to the Dance
A Hoe Down, a Wing Ding with fiddles, Ro-mance

But she'd say t'yuh, "Cowboy, come in from the cold!"
One uv us is twixt beein' too young or old
"I know wut yer thankin' in that saddlebrain a' yourn"
"See, I can a'sense that you'd like me in Corn!"

I ain't got time for no hayseed fumtumble
I got me a Star Ship, like cattle, she'll rumble
We're warpin' right out of this One WarpHorse Town
Imzadi, my Wrangler, He gets in my Gown

Him and th' Owner, Colonel Captain Picard
Need me t' ponder and thank, be on Guard
So I gots ta say aw revore tuh this place
But I shore do wish whiskers 'Zadi'd shave from his face

 

[2takesfrakes]

Hahaha! HIjol, you cRaZy for this one ...

>>SNORT!!!<<

You know, I'm actually kind of glad that Deanna Troi never pursued her cowgirl interests. Chocolate was her thing - it suited her much better, I feel. As did her being with Riker.

My father ... he's a hick from way back! I was always his #1 son, but we weren't especially close, when I was growing up. But he LOVES country music and would torture the living shit out of me, with it. So, country stuff isn't entirely alien to me, but I have no love of it except that I do have an affinity for quaint, Southern towns and I LOVE thick, Southern accents on women! It's so CUTE!!! But I could never handle my father's country music.

 

[think]

succinct - briefly and clearly expressed.

Love? How does one love oneself.
Love is what feels good.
Love is what hurts so bad.
Love had to happen and stain the mind of the man in the street with mustard and relish that thought that was stained ... again.
the broken love cries screaming through the night: men women both and alike.
wrong or right I am now and now it is night.
I am the light in the window that is broken by looks
I am the free bird run over in the road free from life that knows no death.
Lights grip our sky's and go round their bigness like the spinning top shinning it's shine
what is life that holds us to stay here.

it is good night - again.

 

[HIjol]

"...the broken love lies screaming through the night...

Jesus God. The Ache.

 

[2takesfrakes]

 

[HIjol]

What a Wordsmith and PicCreator you are!

So glad to see another of your Excellent "Compilations"

I wish I had the skill to put our words to music and motion. Paramount would pick it up in a heartbeat for the 50th, sure bet!

Hope you are well, my Good Friend!

TNG

TNG is the One For Me
My Friend 'Frakes said it best, you see
Read above for a ylnajchu' way
To see TNG the right way

The stories, the arcs, the Missions Away
When first TNG aired, my head turned each day
A year I went, sticking shnoze in the air
"It's not TOS, so less I could care!"

But, one night, a dearth of the Trek on the 'waves
Forced me to see TNG, so, I caved!
Data and Geordi, my " Rainbow Guy"
The others came quickly, WTF., said I?

Never so quickly did I fall in love
Never forsaking TOS, first above!
But this, this New NextGen
Well Acted, well Penned

Eager, Addicted, TechBabble for Me!
Loving the Interplay, Q, Ferengi?
All of the rest, and the lovely Vash
Riza and Riker and CryEntity Above

Noonian Soong and Lor, ah, Sweet Lal
Amazons, Warp Core Breach, Dukats called Gal
Enterprise D, even Holodeck 3!
All in Sensoria, All for Me!

All Iterations of Trek have there place
All of them do put a smile on my face.
But TOS formed me, my Trek Id/Ego
And TNG thrilled me, "Engage", so it goes.

 

[2takesfrakes]

Things have been going very well - thank you for asking, HIjol! As I hope they are for you, sir. This summer has been especially enjoyable and I really wasn't expecting it to be so. That is, I didn't have any special plans, or anything. And I suppose things could be even better than they are, but I'm quite enjoying myself! Like when I have TNG on - and I know you know what I'm talking about! Yes, The Classic Series set the table, with appetisers and the whole bit ... onesies/twosies, here and there, with an apéritif. Then STAR TREK: The Next Generation comes along, the entrées are served and you're sitting down to a gourmet feast! Thank you for sharing your love of TNG, as well. This site needs to see more of that ... so much more!

 

[HIjol]

Hahaha! HIjol, you cRaZy for this one ...

>>SNORT!!!<<

You know, I'm actually kind of glad that Deanna Troi never pursued her cowgirl interests. Chocolate was her thing - it suited her much better, I feel. As did her being with Riker.

My father ... he's a hick from way back! I was always his #1 son, but we weren't especially close, when I was growing up. But he LOVES country music and would torture the living shit out of me, with it. So, country stuff isn't entirely alien to me, but I have no love of it except that I do have an affinity for quaint, Southern towns and I LOVE thick, Southern accents on women! It's so CUTE!!! But I could never handle my father's country music.

Ha! I agree totally with the Chocolate thing, and I was brought up to know they wuz two kinds a' musik, Cuntry and Westrn! I love neither, and also share your like of little southern towns with charm and character....and...ooooweeeeee, Fillies with Suthern aksents!

Here is another:

Written for a result of Google asking a BBSer to remove an avatar.



A Poem

Boobs

Boobs are tantalizing things
But also LactateLife they bring
Attention? Sure, they get that, too
They come in pairs, from old to new

Funny though, these godly orbs
Female Focus, we Absorb
But, why see lovely, nascent stations
Sometimes with confabulation?

Beauty, form, the Curvature
Sometimes ends up in the lurch
Worshipped, pictured, vilified
Sadly, too, objectified.

Google, even, injects a dart
Like an Internetty Fart
No, no, no, you can't show that
Goes to show the Tit for Tat

Finally, I say to Us
All of Us on BBS
Human Boobs are Fundamental
Whatever Else, please treat them Gentle

<bows like Henry Gibson>

"The End"

 

[2takesfrakes]

HIjol ... that's awesome! In fact, I was thus inspired to begin writing my latest offering: "Tart with a Heart" (w/out image) about a certain Dabo girl. But ... then I remembered:

I have "unpublished" poems stored in "The Vault." As you know, it takes a while to prep them, but this one was finished and eager to make its appearance. I'm pleased to report that it's as deep, cool and refreshing as a mountain lake ...

 

[HIjol]

Too Long we have gone without a Troll Poem.

A Troll Poem

<with apologies to Clint, the real one, not Marty>

( to the tune of "Rawhide")

Trolin', Trollin', Trollin'
Keep that Thread a' Rollin'
Random Posts a' Postin'
Troll, Hide!

Inserting baiting comments
Wanting typed-word bombings
Never contribute on their ownnnnnnnn

Clueless, careless, entries
Mods as Trolling Sentries
Warning and Banning left-and-rightttttt

Search 'em Out!
(What's about?)
PermaBanned!
(yes, you can!)
Anthony!
(He will see!)
Troll Bannnnn!

Flamming Post!
(He is Toast!)
PM notes
(Get no Votes)
Such a Shame
(Troll to Blame!)
Go Away, Troll, Hiiiiiiide!!!

Yeeeeeahhh!
Yeeeeeahhh!
Yeeeeeahhh!

TROLL, HIDE!!!

 

[2takesfrakes]

A Troll Poem
( to the tune of "Rawhide")

>>SNORT!!!<<

I don't know if it's Art ... but I like it! So much, in fact, that I'll contribute a poem of my own, straight out of "The Vault" ... to make sure it stands out, in sharp relief. I'll admit, this one's a bit dusty, but ... what a honey:

 

[think]

Eventually emotional stress will become more and more,..
Then Spock spoke simply,.. "We need new value systems that can adapt
To greater levels of stress with unbounded emotional relievers in a statement from the
Beginning of nothing."

 

[HIjol]

A Troll Poem
( to the tune of "Rawhide")

>>SNORT!!!<<

I don't know if it's Art ... but I like it! So much, in fact, that I'll contribute a poem of my own, straight out of "The Vault" ... to make sure it stands out, in sharp relief. I'll admit, this one's a bit dusty, but ... what a honey:

Dusty or not, as usual you have some multilevel meaning going on. You wrote about a question of who needing who, and the significance of who was "...on top..."

It is interesting to me that life imitates art in this way, in that it is usually top or bottom, rather than side by side.

Mistress Beata, indeed!

Eventually emotional stress will become more and more,..
Then Spock spoke simply,.. "We need new value systems that can adapt
To greater levels of stress with unbounded emotional relievers in a statement from the
Beginning of nothing."

Interesting to think of a Value System with the capability of adapting. Emotional Stress is Guaranteed to "...become more and more...". You always make me think, think!

 

[think]

simon says eat troll meat
simon says dream big dreams ... like these or so
simon says find the winner keep in touch - stay in the loop .. be on the same page as everyone else is.
simon says why. WHY.
Simon says nothing... and all his words are empty nothings
simon has nothing to say yes he said that too.
simon moved the mountain with a spoon ,,, to the other side of the world.
simon is digging a hole and says jump in lets dig where are we going?
simon says hell is lonely
simon says no-one can stay in hell for long.. any longer and they die.
simon says wake me up if I fall asleep
simon says remind me I am dead when I die.
simon said he was dead.
simon is gone in time and space
there is no more simon so simon is no more.
what has happened in happenstance is less then what was past.
more of this less of that simile .. simon says smile and smile with me...

what ?

ring a round the mulberry bush pocket full of posers ashes fall down.

 

[LadyT'Anna]

I took a Leap of Faith, ignoring senses, Loving You
A Leap I hoped would bear a Way, a Path that was so True
Two souls adrift, yet anchored to this thing we call Our Lives
This thing that tasks our hearts and minds, and sometimes makes us cry

I think you know the feelings that I have for you are Real
The words bespoke and not, are crafted from that place we feel
The aching part of each of us that calls yet hides in sight
The place we want, and not, and sometimes puts us in a Fright

A Fright of Self, of Giving In to someone else's heart
A Struggle, yes, of trusting, caring, being there...a Part
When I consider what I have and what it is I've done
I want much more, to be a Two, a two that equals One

The beat and time of Life is such a complicated thing
the pondering of the "...does she love?" "...can her heart hear mine sing?"
I send this out to all of you, the pronouns change with each
the HE/SHE, SHE/SHE, HE/HE pales, what matters is the Reach

The reach of Love, the grasp, the very fiber of our beings
The words we choose to chant, recite and put into our singings
Consider what you have inside, consider what you keep
Give thanks that you can make the choice, Decide to take Your Leap.

HIjol, please allow me to thank you for starting this thread and posting those words. I'm finding them quite relevant right about now.

If I may make so bold as to ask, might you and others on this thread appreciate looking at something a bit different? Namely, I've written a 21-chapter Spock love-novella that incorporates many quotations and allusions, both from Trek and elsewhere (Shakespeare and Agee come to mind). I mention it in this thread because my writing style tends toward the poetic when it comes to matters of the heart, and I'm wondering whether it might interest you and others of a poetic bent.

Not to worry--I wouldn't dream of posting the novella here; it's far too long for that. But my signature contains a redirect for those interested. Many thanks for your indulgence, if you're kind enough to give it. Should you choose to take a look at my writing, I'll thank you all the more.

 

[BeatleJWOL]

A Troll Poem

<with apologies to Clint, the real one, not Marty>

( to the tune of "Rawhide")

Trolin', Trollin', Trollin'
Keep that Thread a' Rollin'
Random Posts a' Postin'
Troll, Hide!

Inserting baiting comments
Wanting typed-word bombings
Never contribute on their ownnnnnnnn

Clueless, careless, entries
Mods as Trolling Sentries
Warning and Banning left-and-rightttttt

Search 'em Out!
(What's about?)
PermaBanned!
(yes, you can!)
Anthony!
(He will see!)
Troll Bannnnn!

Flamming Post!
(He is Toast!)
PM notes
(Get no Votes)
Such a Shame
(Troll to Blame!)
Go Away, Troll, Hiiiiiiide!!!

Yeeeeeahhh!
Yeeeeeahhh!
Yeeeeeahhh!

TROLL, HIDE!!!

 

[LadyT'Anna]

So this is silly and out of season, and it's more a song than a poem, but still.

The 12 Days of a Federation Christmas

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my captain gave to me:



Twelve million tribbles
Eleven Romulans scheming
Ten Vulcans thinking
Nine warbirds pouncing
Eight cruisers cruising
Seven Klingons dueling
Six Organians watching
Five quasar rings
Four missed hails
Three ion storms
Two shore leaves
And a tiny tribble in a fur tree!