Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd April 2018 8:51am
WINNER
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
RUNNER-UP:
slipalong
Stepping into the twilight zone
The Hopeless Romance (a Sci-Fi Poetry Competition Submission)
The Hopeless Romance
Sailing across the pink-hued heavens,
A red Rosette Nebula around our ship.
Ten Forward's nearly empty again,
we stroll across the room to where we usually sit.
Looking through the vast, expanse outside,
the window ledge our only parapet.
A spectacular view of the starry sky
while you're swirling your Samarian Sunset.
You look out into the haze and start to theorize
About the strange distress call we received,
but I'm distracted by your stormy, grey-blue eyes
while I slowly sip my cup of Earl Grey Tea.
I mean to listen to what you say,
but I gaze at you distractedly.
I can't help but love the way
your red curls fall voluptuously
and frame the soft skin on your slender neck;
your beauty pushes all other thoughts away,
but my attention comes crashing back
when I hear your sudden dismay.
Fumbling, I try “Oh, yes, quite right, quite right.”
That seemed to work, your smile beams.
Your voice softens, “As for the rest of tonight...”
You're implying a longer date, it seems...
I want to ask you to come to my quarters
but I can't bring myself to say the words,
so, instead, I simply offer
“I really should get back to work.”
Stormy eyes turn into pools of blue
and I want to touch you tenderly,
but several officers walk into the room,
So I stand, bid you 'adieu,' and leave.
Sailing across the pink-hued heavens,
A red Rosette Nebula around our ship.
Ten Forward's nearly empty again,
we stroll across the room to where we usually sit.
Looking through the vast, expanse outside,
the window ledge our only parapet.
A spectacular view of the starry sky
while you're swirling your Samarian Sunset.
You look out into the haze and start to theorize
About the strange distress call we received,
but I'm distracted by your stormy, grey-blue eyes
while I slowly sip my cup of Earl Grey Tea.
I mean to listen to what you say,
but I gaze at you distractedly.
I can't help but love the way
your red curls fall voluptuously
and frame the soft skin on your slender neck;
your beauty pushes all other thoughts away,
but my attention comes crashing back
when I hear your sudden dismay.
Fumbling, I try “Oh, yes, quite right, quite right.”
That seemed to work, your smile beams.
Your voice softens, “As for the rest of tonight...”
You're implying a longer date, it seems...
I want to ask you to come to my quarters
but I can't bring myself to say the words,
so, instead, I simply offer
“I really should get back to work.”
Stormy eyes turn into pools of blue
and I want to touch you tenderly,
but several officers walk into the room,
So I stand, bid you 'adieu,' and leave.
Written by DragonInTheSky
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My Youniverse
It was the spring of nineteen ninety-seven,
When there was a knock at my door,
It was a stranger in a royal navy blue suit,
And I swore it was someone I’d seen before.
He smiled and said, aren’t you going to invite you in?
Then a thousand thoughts ran through my mind,
As I began to recognize his familiar features,
Like an older twin from a different place or time.
Are you an uncle of mine? I asked curiously,
Thinking this was some kind of con or scheme,
-Look into my eyes, he said in that moment,
-And no this is not some type of surrealist dream.
He proceeded to tell me my deepest darkest secrets,
Things I never spoke to anyone about,
Like a mind reader my every thought he repeated,
I realized it was older me without a doubt…
We are breaking the laws of the space and time continuum,
By we, meaning you, telling me, you some future events,
But there is one particular incident that’s an exception,
As it will have the most usual and unequivocal consequence.
I told me, I meaning older me and me the younger self,
Of a particular study taking place in twenty one years,
-You must have a strong state of emotion and of mind,
-Be cognizant of the decision you make and steer clear.
-Not everything you see or hear is what you think it is,
-When you’re plugged into the system you’ll realize,
-Don’t go near the dishes otherwise you’ll be drawn,
-Don’t lose yourself in cyberspace so open your eyes.
I shook my hand, meaning he shook his,
He walked out the door and disappeared,
I never experienced anything else like that,
I thought I was imagining something weird.
It was early in January two thousand eighteen,
I had been experiencing sleep deprivation,
Even after the pills my doctor had prescribed,
I still couldn’t sleep adding to my frustration.
He recommended a trial sleep study,
Just a few minutes out of town,
Desperate I went on his advice,
As if I had been spellbound.
When I drove into the complex,
It almost looked like a military of base,
I noticed three huge satellite dishes,
It made me wonder about the place.
After I completed all the release forms,
A team of doctors then analyzed me,
They connected electrodes to my head,
Then I remembered what I advised me.
It was the spring of nineteen ninety-seven,
When there was a knock at my door,
It was a stranger in a royal navy blue suit,
And I swore it was someone I’d seen before.
He smiled and said, aren’t you going to invite you in?
Then a thousand thoughts ran through my mind,
As I began to recognize his familiar features,
Like an older twin from a different place or time.
Are you an uncle of mine? I asked curiously,
Thinking this was some kind of con or scheme,
-Look into my eyes, he said in that moment,
-And no this is not some type of surrealist dream.
He proceeded to tell me my deepest darkest secrets,
Things I never spoke to anyone about,
Like a mind reader my every thought he repeated,
I realized it was older me without a doubt…
We are breaking the laws of the space and time continuum,
By we, meaning you, telling me, you some future events,
But there is one particular incident that’s an exception,
As it will have the most usual and unequivocal consequence.
I told me, I meaning older me and me the younger self,
Of a particular study taking place in twenty one years,
-You must have a strong state of emotion and of mind,
-Be cognizant of the decision you make and steer clear.
-Not everything you see or hear is what you think it is,
-When you’re plugged into the system you’ll realize,
-Don’t go near the dishes otherwise you’ll be drawn,
-Don’t lose yourself in cyberspace so open your eyes.
I shook my hand, meaning he shook his,
He walked out the door and disappeared,
I never experienced anything else like that,
I thought I was imagining something weird.
It was early in January two thousand eighteen,
I had been experiencing sleep deprivation,
Even after the pills my doctor had prescribed,
I still couldn’t sleep adding to my frustration.
He recommended a trial sleep study,
Just a few minutes out of town,
Desperate I went on his advice,
As if I had been spellbound.
When I drove into the complex,
It almost looked like a military of base,
I noticed three huge satellite dishes,
It made me wonder about the place.
After I completed all the release forms,
A team of doctors then analyzed me,
They connected electrodes to my head,
Then I remembered what I advised me.
warp speed
the bend of time, predictions reached
they watch but never interfere
so every thing seems as it should
did evil come from too much good
they muse as humanity breeds
fights its wars kills with ease
the pawns are moved with subtly
the end game we will never see
forces that we know are there
the warp speed of the cosmos dark
the light years that reverse so fast
and met ourselves on our way back
they watch but never interfere
so every thing seems as it should
did evil come from too much good
they muse as humanity breeds
fights its wars kills with ease
the pawns are moved with subtly
the end game we will never see
forces that we know are there
the warp speed of the cosmos dark
the light years that reverse so fast
and met ourselves on our way back
Written by slipalong
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Still very little science fiction that successfully strikes as delicate a balance between the brain and the brawn.Precisely. ST doesn't settle for the cheap, easy thrills of violence (usually), it digs deeper into the ingenuity of the human mind, revealing intriguing ideas and probing ethical questions that define us as human beings. Many sci-fi shows and movies are hard-pressed to offer such interrogative, thought-provoking material.
I'm glad to find you in these forums, it's nice to come across a fellow ST fan.
I'm glad to find you in these forums, it's nice to come across a fellow ST fan.
Although I named the contest after the great Rod Selling (whom in my humble opinion is the grandfather of all new age filmed sci fi) both my bro and I were seriously obsessed with TNG as children. It's honestly the only version of ST that I actually know... Excellent timeless show!!!
For Whom The Bell Tolls
stomp stomp stomp
noises on my porch
stomp stomp stomp
within my hand a torch
"heh heh heh giggle giggle"
"Get the gun ready"
"Got it right here"
"Bitch better have some cash"
ding dong
ding dong
rap! rap! rap!
click, crrreeeeekkk!!
"Trick or Treat"
"My, you are some tall ones"
voice behind the vail
welcome to my lair
welcome to your hell
they step into my darkened hall
lit only by a flame
ready to enrich themselves
while passing on the blame
"You must be a zombie"
cancer's got your soul
smelled it when you rang my bell
now you'll pay my toll
"And this one, next to you,
Dracula I think"
you're out of luck you sorry fuck
no blood here to drink
"Would you like some candy"?
opening my robe
nothing for the eye to see
'cept darkness that forebodes
Gun exposed, trigger pulled
Bam! Bam! shots ring out
pass right through, nothing touched
hear their screams and shouts
My arms extend, wrap them tight
robe around their souls
feel them squirming, fighting back
yet anchored till they're cold
Two more down, many more
living fast and loose
wickedness the reason why
allows me to seduce
crrreeeeekkk
SLAM
"Next"
Written by Amorous_tryst
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Timeternal : Another fellow TNG'er--nice! I'm glad to see you love TNG, too. It is my favorite of the ST series (even though I did watch the later shows, too).
....Earlier, though, you said you didn't exactly know who the characters were in my poem, so I'm disappointed, the 'earl grey tea' bit should have given it away. Either my poem was terrible or you've been away from TNG for too long. To make up for it, I challenge you with a TNG poem of your own, haha! (Can I challenge you in your own challenge/competition?
)
....Earlier, though, you said you didn't exactly know who the characters were in my poem, so I'm disappointed, the 'earl grey tea' bit should have given it away. Either my poem was terrible or you've been away from TNG for too long. To make up for it, I challenge you with a TNG poem of your own, haha! (Can I challenge you in your own challenge/competition?
)
