Monday, August 6, 2012

Good Advice

the key to reading it can be found here
by Noelle & Joie

TOS: emoticon episode summaries, part 1

the key to reading it can be found here
guess which episodes these are:
#1 by Noelle, # 2 by Noelle, # 3 by Joie, # 4 by Noelle

# 5 by Joie, # 6 by Noelle, # 7 by Joie, # 8 by Noelle



 o o o   0       * • * • *      0     o o o


Answers: 
1 = Where No Man Has Gone Before, 2 = Who Mourns for Adonais, 3 = Journey to Babel, 4 = A Taste of Armageddon, 5 = Plato's Stepchildren, 6 = All Our Yesterdays, 7 = Shore Leave, 8 = Elaan of Troyius 





Kirk Runs A Lot

by Joie

Halloween

the key to reading it can be found here
by Noelle & Joie

Kirk's Bad Dream

by Joie
the key to reading it can be found here

Spock's Reply : a random story bit

by Joie


a scene


Another random beam-down: an emoticon story

by Noelle and Joie
the key to reading it can be found here 

Emoticons Story: 1

By Joie
the key for reading it can be found here 




Monday, May 28, 2012

Klingon!

   -shoots phaser-

You killed my fellow Klingon!

   -shoots phaser-

Why did you kill one of my men?

Because he killed one of my fellow Klingons!

Why did you kill one of his fellow Klingons? Oh, never mind. You’re dead.

It’s redshirts that have all the bad luck,
And fall on the ground in the muck,
Cause’ they die me oh my,
And I just want to cry,
But what cheers me is my small rubber duck!

Hey Doctor, I never knew Random Redshirt liked limericks. Ha!

Well, if he can like embroidery, he can like anything.

What?!

Never mind. I’ll tell you later.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

National Poetry Month: Operation: Annihilate!


Operation: Annihilate

Part 1: Pain is of the Mind

Pain is of the mind. The mind can be controlled.
That is what I tell myself as the creature sends a stab of agony
across my body—
Pain is of the mind. The mind can be controlled.
And yet, I feel that I would willingly,
happily, die
just to be free of the pain—there is no escape.

Pain is of the mind. The mind can be controlled.
It is the only clear thought, the line that grounds me,
in a sea of …please, I would do anything—
No. No, what have I done?

Pain is of the mind. The mind can be controlled.
Send me down to the planet, don’t you understand?
Nothing could be worse than this. They can hurt me no more
than they do already. At least I can help, before
the inevitable end.

Pain is of the mind. The mind…
what is the use? I let myself float in agony,
welcome it—because there is nothing else I can do—
my mind is foggy, and I can concentrate on only the pain,
it consumes my being.

Pain is of the mind. The mind can be controlled.
It is a mantra, which I repeat, because if I say it, I will not hurt.
That is all I can do—lie to myself, say this, and you’ll feel better.
It works. As much as anything.

Pain is of the mind. The mind can be controlled.
That is what they think. They think I am in control,
when I succumbed to it long ago.
I go through the motions, because
because I have to. There is nothing left

Pain is of the mind. The mind can be controlled.
The Doctor isn’t fooled, and yet I can’t find it within myself to care.

Pain is of the mind.

The mind can be controlled.

Part 2: Revenge

We watch as the creature shrivels into nothing
and even though I long ago stopped thinking
I feel a burst of life—too twisted to be called happiness—
as the thing dies. Perhaps, if it was not punishing me
so that I can hardly stand,
so that a human would long ago have been crying on the floor
curled up
and even a Vulcan would be sitting, staring at the ground, trying to meditate
and failing—perhaps then I would feel something for this life
snuffed out
other than pleasure.
It is evil of me,
and yet I can’t be
bothered
to care.

Part 3: An Equitable Trade

I can see their worried faces,
they know—we all know—what will probably happen.
But they don’t know that right now,
blindness
would be an equitable trade
to be free of the pain.
I have forgotten what it feels like
not to be in pain.

Part 4: A Not-So Equitable Trade

For a moment, I do nothing but lie there
luxuriating
in the fact
that I can relax
it is heaven.
Finally, I open my eyes.
As I thought—I can see nothing.
Soon, I will regret the loss,
but now, I can do no more than note it with interest.
Kaiidth.
I hear the Doctor and Jim at the door,
in my mind, I can picture their worried faces.
I get up, and walk forward.
I make it out of the door and across the room
before I collide with a desk.
I can hear the startled horror in Jim’s voice
as I tell them the truth.
And I can see
that they do not believe it is
‘an equitable trade’.

Part 5: All Right

I can perceive much of my surroundings
my hearing can place anyone in the room with accuracy
it is the things which are the most frustrating.

Also, the pity. It has been hardly a day
and yet everyone seems to have heard what happened.
At least I can use the excuse of ‘acclimating’
to send them away, so I can be alone.

The Doctor is the worst.
He feels guilty, and it does not take eyes
to sense it on him every time he is near me.
Unfortunately, that is quite often.

He will not look at the situation logically.
It is not his fault…not any more than it was mine…
or the captain’s. But he will not see it like that.

It is a strange feeling, I have discovered.
I may pretend that all is well, but it is not.
Right now, it does not feel as if things will ever be
‘all right.’

Part 6: Surprise

Doctor McCoy is bending over me
when I suddenly see
a blue shape.
In my surprise, I say nothing.
I look up.
The shape is clearer now.
It is Doctor McCoy, bending over me.

Part 7: Sight

“I can see,” I announce.
The Doctor looks at me.
I look at him.
Right now, he seems
the most wondrous sight
in the world.

Part 8: Relief  (optional. I wanted a happy ending, but I couldn't get it to sound right.)

All is back to normal, and
I am secretly relieved.
Normality aboard this ship,
this home; and safety in it.
My friends will joke
and I will never tell them...
what no one needs to know.
All is well.

-Noelle

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 Operation: Annihilate!
(from the point of view of Dr. McCoy)
 
If we put it in the light, it dies!
So lets just put Mr. Spock under the light,
and he'll be cured!
Oh no!
It was to bright for his eyes!
Now Mr. Spock is... blind.
I could have done it with ultra violet , but I didn't think-
What's that Spock?
Your starting to see?
Vulcan inner eyelids?
Why, you never told me!

-Joie

 

Saturday, April 21, 2012

National Poetry Month: The City on the edge of Forever

The City on the Edge of Forever
(from the point of view of Kirk)

I went back in time
to run after McCoy,
who went past the guardian of forever,
there I met her,
Edith,
One I learned to love,
But then I found that she would soon die, and if I
saved her, the future I knew would be--gone,
I saw her walk across the street,
as the truck came rumbling by,
the doctor tried to save her, but I held him
back.
She'd walked across to see me,
and I stopped the one that could save her,
so in a way,
to tears of mine,
I was the cause, of her ending time...

-Joie
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The City on the Edge of Forever

Kirk’s Monologue: or A Sestina.

Edith Keeler must die.
The question hangs, unanswered
Why is fate so cruel
with us, why must we be the dealers of Justice
Stuck in a time that was never ours,
trying to fix something we don’t understand.

Edith, strangely, understands
that which is not, yet—one day all that the world spends on death will die—
they will spend it on life. I feel the hours
counting down, the Doom which no word
can fix—Justice
is a hard, cruel,

taskmaster. I wonder how I can be so cruel
even as I tell myself she would understand
—but would she? I am on an errand of Justice,
but there is nothing just about such a thing. Yes, all this time I hold her hand, knowing she must die,
I feel so well her goodness, while I am her unanswered
question and her end. No, ours.

In a few hours,
how can the world and all the universe, so bright, suddenly feel so cruel?
Nothing has changed—nothing, but that I now have my answer—
an answer which, as much I try, I cannot understand.
It is as if I couldn’t hear Spock’s words— “the sun must die.”
How can the killing of an Angel be justice?

No, rather it is the ultimate evil—no matter what the reason for this ‘justice’
it is nothing more than mockery—this pale, thin mockery of ours.
And yet, I know it must be done, I know she must die
to save so many other lives…once, I promised myself, I would never be so cruel.
Even though my mind understands
the difference, Kodos stares back at me, a silent answer.

And yet I know it is not the same, I should know the answer…
his was tyranny, horror, mine is to prevent tyranny and horror. It is justice—
and Spock would say the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one. He believes it, as I never    can, deep in his heart. I understand it, and yet my heart can’t understand.
The weeks and days have run down to mere hours
and still, I try to push away the inevitable, cruel
end. In the end, I cannot watch her die.

I understand there is no answer.
I die as she does, killed by myself—harbinger of justice.
Justice—just one more of our names for death. There is no justice, and the world is cruel.


-Noelle

Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: The Alternative Factor


The Alternative Factor

It started when the world blinked out.
The rest of the day
seemed to exist
in some sort of vacuum,
shaken
every so often,
by fields of stars
across our eyelids
and the sudden
absence
of …anything
Broken
every so often
by Lazarus,
falling off a cliff
(again),
the day
was horrible
in an absence
of anything
and it was as if
we were puppets
dancing
on a dark stage
for an
absent
audience.
Knowing all of existence
might end
can do that
to a day.
Perhaps
it was fitting
that the final meeting
should take place
in an
anti-universe,
on a small,
empty world
where the wind
blew
the grasses
and there was no
sound.

-Noelle
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The Alternative Factor

(from the point of view of Dr. McCoy)

He fell off the cliff,
once,
twice,
Couldn't he learn the first time?
He fell off the cliff,
once,
twice,
Check his head? I think I might.

-Joie

Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: Errand of Mercy


Errand of Mercy
(from the point of view of the Klingon, Kor)

I don't trust anyone who smiles so much,
like these Organians do,
but you do not, so I must admit,
I think I'm liking you.

-Joie

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Errand of Mercy
Spock under the mind-sifter

“Tell us.”
Their voices
seem to echo
and scrape
resound
and rebound
cut
and burn
and freeze—
I can feel
them
in my mind,
I know
I cannot hold out forever.

-Noelle

Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: The Devil in the Dark


The Devil in the Dark

I never meant the conversation to go where it did,
I was too caught up in it to stop,
and in the end, I had to leave
with the last shreds of my dignity.
Why do I ever talk to Kirk and McCoy
when they’re in such a good mood?



-Noelle
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The Devil in the Dark
(from the point of view of the horta)


I may look scary, 
I may kill your crew,
but it's not my fault, i'm telling you,
you're near my eggs, my children,
what you did was dangerous to them,
what I did was all I could,
and if it were you, I'm sure you'd agree,
that it's also what you would have done.


-Joie

Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: This Side of Paradise


This Side of Paradise
(from the point of view of Spock)

It was the plants that made me love her,
that made you go quite mad,
made you want to stay,
never go,
it was the plants that made me love her,
though that statement sounds quite mad,
but at least that day did one thing good,
it was the best day she ever had.

-Joie
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This Side of Paradise: (or Kirk’s Fear)

They have all left me.
Each and every one.
Spock left me.
McCoy left me.
My crew left me.
Now they are down on that cursed planet
doped up on spores
infernally happy
and none of them care.
I am alone.

-Noelle

Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: A Taste of Armageddon


A Taste of Armageddon

They have it down.
Spock goes up to the man:
“Sir,
you have a multi-legged creature
crawling
on your shoulder.”
Before the man can react—
perhaps imagining a
great, hairy, caterpillar—
or struck dumb by
the intruder’s non-sequitur,
his hand goes out—
the man has
no more time
to wonder anything.
He is quite
unconscious.

-Noelle
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A Taste of Armageddon
(from the point of view of Kirk)

Along our way we found a planet,
aRound their time of war,
aiM their weapons they did not, for computers did it for them,
and A group at a time people were killed, as many as would have died if the attacks were real,
and aGhast we were to hear this, of course,
so we dEcided to do something about it,
we must Destroy the computers,
   I said, anD we did,
      we kept On,
       we did it, Now all is better, much.

-Joie

Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: Space Seed


Space Seed: An Acrostic Poem
(from the point of view of Kirk)

Keen was Kahn to take over
And command the ship himself
He was found on a ship of his own, to live asleep, until,
Now

-Joie
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Space Seed: Diamond Poem
 
                                   Kirk
                      brash,      honorable
          strives,           saves,           suffers
leader,   passionateness,   ingenuity,   admiration
          aims,           plans,           confronts
                     magnetic,     ruthless
                                   Khan
-Noelle



Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: The Return of the Archons

The Return of the Archons: Advertisements

Beware
the awful power

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(the best of cleaning. Wipes away dust & mold and leaves not even a memory.) 

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---- ---- ----
-Noelle

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The Return of the Archons
(from the point of view of the people on the planet)

Landru is our leader,
Landru is our god,
Landru is our ruler,
Landru is our king,
Landru is a computer,
a thing we never thought was him.

-Joie


Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: Court Martial


Court Martial
(from the point of view of...)

[now Joie is not in despair. She is just very upset.]
-Noelle


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Court Martial: 
Spock's Testimony
(this poem is all quotes, either exact or paraphrased. I changed some of the order, of course, but everything in the poem is stuff that Spock actually said in the episode.)

The computer is inaccurate,
though I know of no malfunction

It is inaccurate, nevertheless—
because I know the Captain—

I do not dispute it.
I merely state that it is wrong.

I am half Vulcanian
we do not speculate.


Captain Kirk cannot act out of panic or malice.
If you let go of a hammer, it will fall.

-Noelle

National Poetry Month: Tomorrow is Yesterday


Tomorrow is Yesterday
(the two parts of this poem are a mirror image of each other. It's just as much a picture as it its words.)

Starship, Enterprise flying high
About the worlds in orbit
Worlds like glass orbs
species intermingling
                     
                       SLINGSHOT ROUND THE SUN
                                                                             Humans and aliens
                                                                      and this precious jewel
                                                               Above one world, our Earth
                                                         Starship, Enterprise flying high
-Noelle

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Tomorrow is Yesterday
(from the point of view of ...)

unfortunately, this poem 
was on the same page as the lost one...

-Noelle. 
(--now Joie is 'in despair.')

-Joie
Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: Arena


Arena
(from the point of view of ...)

Joie wrote a beautiful poem one day
but then she lost it. 
She is very sorry about that.
It was a very good poem.
-Noelle 


-Joie
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Arena: or
The Bridge Crew Watches TV:
(a villanelle, in case you didn't know)

If he can make gunpowder
he can win—he said, eyes glued to the screen,
As if, by speaking louder

The man would hear. Time ran down the hour
like a dream,
if he can make gunpowder

All may yet be saved—what’s that? Strange-colored flour?
No—ingredients, a mineral-seam
as if, by speaking louder

He would suddenly have the power
to step through, or make time freeze.
If he can make gunpowder

There would be no need
to conspire.
If he can make gunpowder.
As if. By speaking louder. 

-Noelle

Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: The Squire of Gothos


The Squire of Gothos

My Name
is the Squire, Trelane—

My Interests—
Earth, and Humans.

They’re Just
So very Much

Unusual, Fun,
And dangerous—each and every one!

-Noelle
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The Squire of Gothos
(from the point of view of Trelane)

Ahh, won't you stay?
Kirk, think about it, please!
No?
Well, you'll stay anyway!
You, the doctor, your first officer, the communications officer, and the yeoman!
Let us dance, let us feast!
Who am I?
Why, I'm Trelane, the squire of Gothos!
Let us dance, let us-
...What?
Oh, come now, no need to fret,
your crew won't mind you gone I bet.
And, if you try to go,
I'll have to kill you, you know,
Let us dance! Let us-
...Oh, I see...
Whatever though.
Happy, happy day!


Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: The Galileo Seven


The Galileo Seven
(from the point of view of McCoy)
-An Acrostic Poem

There we were,
He was so dreadfully logical.
Eek!

Goodness me
All of us
Lone, wandering, why can't we get this over with?
I would
Like to go, but we can't. The shuttlecraft ran out of fuel.
Eek!
Oh no.

Seven, the Galileo Seven. We were stuck on the planet...
Eek!
Very bad luck. And we were stuck--but Spock was there too--
Eek!
Never again, will I think logically.

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The Galileo Seven: a sestina

(Sestina: an unrhyming poem with six stanzas, where the end-words of each line repeat in a different order in each stanza. 

In this poem, every line is said or thought by one of the Galileo Seven. None of the characters speak more than one line in a row, except for the last three lines, which are...well, you'll see who's POV the last three lines are in if you read it.)
--- --- ---

Logically, I had no choice—
I want none of your logic, you greenblooded Vulcan!
We are going to die.
Act like you at least care.
Mr. Spock will find some way to save us.
Aye, lass, that he will.

I know I’ll be the first to die. I will…
He’s dead! We don’t need your help. Our choice
I want to help, but the others aren’t. Look at us—
It’s the ‘logical’ course of action. You’re a Vulcan.
Logic is not all—how can you so little care—
We have to kill them, hurt them. Otherwise—you saw. We’ll die.

Mr. Spock, I have an idea—we might not have to die.
I was sent to die. I know. The creature seems to follow me through force of will—
I don’t know why I go after him, pick up the body—What they said. Did I care?
Spock, I know I’ll regret my words later, but I can’t stop. No choice—
He infuriates me, scares me. I can’t understand him. He’s alien… Vulcan.
I know he’ll figure it out. I’ll stand by him, though the others may doubt us.

Electrify the outer hull, I say—the others watch us.
The creatures are gone. Maybe, just maybe, we won’t die…
We have to bury them—give them a proper funeral. I’m no Vulcan.
Humans. So reckless. I will permit it—if the creatures will.
I watch Mr. Spock as he makes a choice.
It’s because I’m terrified. Now I care

It’s done. We have the power to try, if you care—
Eight minutes until takeoff. You have ten. The creatures watch us—
The spears start. Now, my words forgotten, I turn back—I don’t make a choice.
That choice means we will die.
I watch, willing them on. You’ll make it. You will.
He was heartless, but just as much to himself. He’s surprised me. Vulcan—

Well, Spock. Your last act was very human. —I’m no longer angry with the Vulcan.
I look straight ahead, try not to care—
You said there are always alternatives. I will
Not now. I may have been mistaken. —I don’t look at us
I wonder what it will feel like when we die.
I look at the button. There it is, in front of me. A choice.

As if against my will, my hand reaches out, flips the switch. It is not Vulcan.
I have made the choice, and part of me wishes I hadn’t—no turning back, but I don’t care.
Here we are—all that is left of the Galileo seven. All of us have a chance. A chance to live, or a chance to die…   



Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: Shore Leave


Shore Leave

Alice stood in Wonderland
and gathered her friends around:
We must make these people understand
that we mean them no harm.

The knights in armour are most uncouth,
the samurai are sullen,
Don Juan, that man, is such a brute,
and don’t start me on Finnegan—

But we are nice, polite, and mannered—
We’d never try to kill or maim,
but when we come to them they stammer,
and then turn pale and run away! 

-Noelle
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Shore Leave
(from the point of view of Dr. McCoy)

First I saw the rabbit,
with the pocketwatch,
then I saw Alice run by,
it turns everyone's thoughts into a reality, this place,
of course,
it was mayhem until we were told this,
but,
isn't it always with us?

-Joie
Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: Balance of Terror

Balance of Terror
(from the point of view of the Romulan Commander)

They
 Beat
  Us
    In
     Battle,
      I
       Have
        To
          Destroy
            The
              Ship,
                Myself
                  And
                    My
                      Crew,
                         ...Go
                                  o
                                  d
                                  b
                                  y
                                  e.
                                     .
                                        .
                            
-Joie

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Balance of Terror
The Balance

The important thing
was the balance.
Without it, there would be war,
yet again—
but with that fragile balance,
ever shifting,
ever changing,
it was avoided.
Before our eyes, we saw
the Balance tip—
and right with the destruction of a ship.

-Noelle

 Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)
"I think that I'll have my initials embroidered on one of my red shirts. Doesn't that sound great?"

"A shirt with RR on the front? Well Random Redshirt, it sounds, uh, very interesting. But, why don't you ask a lady? I'm only a doctor after all. I mean, who am I to judge embroidery?"

"Good idea McCoy. I'll go ask the nearest yeoman..."

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

National Poetry Month: The Conscience of the King

The Conscience of the King

Lenore killed once,
Lenore killed twice,
Lenore killed all for her father’s life

Lenore killed four and
Lenore killed five,
she played her game and kept her side

Lenore killed six, and
Lenore killed seven—
she didn’t care who she sent to heaven

Lenore tried to kill eight
and she tried to kill nine
but Lenore had run out of time

Lenore aimed at nine but
instead killed ten,
she murdered her father once and again.

-Noelle
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The Conscience of the King
(from the point of view of Lenore)


I killed him,
I didn't try-
my father!
No!
He died...



-Joie
Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: The Menagerie, Part 2

The Menagerie, Part 2
(from the point of view of Spock)

I took Pike to that planet, where
we both were long ago,
He said he wanted to go.
I took him back, and he became young again-
With Vina at his side.
I hid it from the others,
but his smile made me want to cry.
Then he walked away with her...
He had peace of mind.

-Joie

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The Menagerie, Part 2

The video played
and the four men watched
what it had to say.

It showed a long-ago day,
in a zoo-like spot;
the video played.

Pike was snatched away
and the crew said “what?”
What it had to say

Was of a history grey
and distraught.
The video played

And they sat all day
(much too long, but, so what?)
The video played
what it had to say.

-Noelle

 Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: The Menagerie, Part 1


The Menagerie, Part 1

All the evidence pointed to Spock
but I couldn’t believe it
when I could ignore the truth no longer,
I wondered—if I had never known him.
I thought he would have some
logical reason—some important, logical reason—
it wasn’t till later that I realized
how wrong it was.
Logic is
a tricky thing—something can fit the rules,
and yet be based on a faulty premise.
In the same way, an emotional duty
can be carried out with cold logic.
And that was it, wasn’t it—
duty. Not logic, but duty. 

-Noelle

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The Menagerie, Part 1
(from the point of view of Kirk)

Spock rebelled,
I don't know why,
he's really just not that kind of guy!
Well,
I hope I find out,
I'm sure it isn't his fault,
but,
I guess I'll have to wait 'till part two to know for sure...

-Joie


Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: The Corbomite Maneuver

The Corbomire Maneuver
(from the point of view of the Random Redshirt)


Sorry, Kirk, I missed it all...
You know, came down with the space flu. :) 


-Joie
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The Corbomite Maneuver
(an acrostic poem)

There was a strange, glowing cube
Heading for the ship when they tried to steer around it
Elsewhere, Balok lay in wait.


Corbomite was the
Only thing that could save them—once they
Realized the game that was
Being played.
One by one, the
Minutes counted down
Immeasurably long, immeasurably fast
The seconds counted down: three, two, one—
End.


Mayhap all was not as it
Appeared. They met the alien—
Not
Evil as they had thought.
Under the low ceilings they
Ventured to meet their opponent.
Except for the explanation, all was over and
Right with the world.

-Noelle


Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

National Poetry Month: Dagger of the Mind



Dagger of the Mind

they say it is
                    impossible
to       die of loneliness. But they don't know.
They haven't 
               been                             alone
like that... truly alone.

I have always known I'd  die   alone.

-Noelle
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Dagger of the Mind
(from the point of view of Kirk)

They took me,
put me on the chair,
No!--
Enterprise...
Come in, Enterprise--
No...

-Joie


Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

National Poetry Month: Miri

Miri
(from the point of view of Miri)

He was wonderful, Jim,
he saved us all from death,
but now he's leaving,
back to his ship and his crew,
I liked him,
his yeoman did too,
and now I've said goodbye,
so back to the mysteries of space he'll fly...
Why?


-Joie
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Miri

It was present in the way we
didn’t think about it
in the tense voices as we fought
to find a cure
in the silences lousy with smouldering anger
and despair.



-Noelle 
 
 Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)
"Mr. Spock?"
"Yes nurse?"
"I love you. I don't know why, but I love you."
"How very...... very............... illogical?"
"You mean how very interesting!"
"Random Redshirt!"
"Yes, it's me."
"I should be going, nurse."
"Hey! Come back here Spock! She told you to call her Christine!" 

National Poetry Month: What Are Little Girls Made Of?

What Are Little Girls Made Of?
Four Haikus:

I knew Spock would know
that the android wasn’t me—
he knows me too well.

The dark of the cave
hid the silent assassin
of the two redshirts.

The proud scientist
was not man—but an android—
quite unexpected.

Why is it always
the Enterprise that finds the
strange crazy people?

-Noelle
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What Are Little Girls Made Of?
(from the point of view of Christine Chapel)

"Androids don't eat." He pushed the plate away...
they were evil...
androids, they seem real, in a robotic way...
I wish we could have skipped today.


-Joie

Sunday, April 8, 2012

National Poetry Month: Mudd's Women

Mudd's Women
(from the point of view of Eve)

Pills to make me beautiful,
so I could marry a miner and get rich as quick as 'I do.'
The other girls, they told me, not to back out...
But I couldn't help it,
it wasn't me,
though I went along with it anyway.
I got married on that mine planet,
but not for riches,
in the end.

-Joie
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Mudd’s Women

Hello, my name is Harry Mudd,
if you have a problem, I'll help!
Want to be beautiful, rich; and live far away
from this planet of yours?
Well I've got a ship so hop right in!

My name is James T. Kirk
Captain of the Starship Enterprise
and I don’t trust you, Mr… ‘Leo Walsh’?
You or your women.

My human name is Spock
and I have observed that something is going on.
Something to do with magical women and Harry Mudd.
And all our lithium crystals are broken
so we are off… we have not yet reached the bottom of this mystery.

My name is Eve
and I once wanted to be beautiful and rich 
and live far away from my miserable planet.
I said I would do anything so Mr. Mudd helped me.
Now I am not so sure...

-Noelle



Star Trek: The Original Series - Season One (Remastered Edition)