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By Elizabeth Hensley To the tune of "Age of Aquarius." When the Moon has got its seventh dome And Jupiter's in league with Mars And we've sent our starships out To seek in peace the friendly stars! This is the dawning of the age of the Enterprise Age of the Enterprise, The Enterprise! The Enterprise! When a host of countless Beings Join hands and tentacles and claws In love and in acknowledgment Of the Highest Being who made us all! This is the dawning of the age Of the Enterprise! Age of the Enterprise! The Enterprise! The Enterprise!
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Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 10:38 AM UTC
Age of the Enterprise A Fannish Filk Song
The Enterprise; She sails again! Through the velvet sky! The networks tried to cancel her But she will NEVER die! For She is not a ship of steel. For steel can turn to dust. She is not a ship of iron. For iron can turn to rust. She is not a silver ship That sails our star flung sky. More real than that; A ship of dreams, And Dreams can never die!
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 5:47 PM UTC
SHE'LL SAIL FOREVER
Amino acids churning, swirling                     In the tides of New Earth’s seas! Tossed and turned  And cooled and burned And flung before the breeze! God's laughter roars!  and Life is born!              His work has just begun!  Small Plants climbing, crawling, pining,              Living, dying,  Growing, trying...   To take the dry thus untamed lands! Pioneers to  an Ungreen world!   Cold winds! Dry air!   Millenniums of toil!   Sinking roots into the hard rocks.   Splitting stones to  SOIL!   We come;   hunting, warring, snarling;   Clothes  and clubs and coins and spears;   First sense of God and Love Beyond.   First agonizing Cosmic FEARS!   Words upon the printed page'         Pots and  bricks and wheels and FIRE!!    But  like the Plants the inward longing! Deep inside the same desire!                           Starships surging, sailing, soaring!                                                                              Silver bits of flotsam flung;                                                                                             Watched by the Mighty Lord of Hosts!                                                                                           His work has just begun. Seeds blown by the Winds of Man!                                                                                                                                                                                              To multitudes of suns, such toil!                                                                     To sink our roots in alien sands!    To change a zillion worlds to Soil!
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Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 9:15 AM UTC
Runners
Amino acids churning, swirling                     In the tides of New Earth’s seas! Tossed and turned  And cooled and burned And flung before the breeze! God's laughter roars!  and Life is born!              His work has just begun!  Small Plants climbing, crawling, pining,              Living, dying,  Growing, trying...   To take the dry thus untamed lands! Pioneers to  an Ungreen world!   Cold winds! Dry air!   Millenniums of toil!   Sinking roots into the hard rocks.   Splitting stones to  SOIL!   We come;   hunting, warring, snarling;   Clothes  and clubs and coins and spears;   First sense of God and Love Beyond.   First agonizing Cosmic FEARS!   Words upon the printed page'         Pots and  bricks and wheels and FIRE!!    But  like the Plants the inward longing! Deep inside the same desire!                           Starships surging, sailing, soaring!                                                                              Silver bits of flotsam flung;                                                                                             Watched by the Mighty Lord of Hosts!                                                                                           His work has just begun. Seeds blown by the Winds of Man!                                                                                                                                                                                              To multitudes of suns, such toil!                                                                     To sink our roots in alien sands!    To change a zillion worlds to Soil!
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Speeding like a silver dove Through the velvetness of Space. Hunting for great, brand new worlds Where Man may learn his final place. In the Universe of stars  Past the CREVICES of Mars. Past the Worlds that we did know.                                                                                                                     Where is Heaven? Where is Hell?                                                            Where are worlds where Man may dwell?                                          Where are Answers to his quests?                                             Where are Worlds Where Love e exists? Where are Worlds that have no frights?                                                                      Past Eternal Velvet Nights.                                                             What is Man that he may go    Above his Earth and to and fro?    Despite the Fallen Angel's rage Man has lived another age Stars are not silent! No! They sing!!!!
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Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC
STAR SONG
I used to stay up all night in deep study, but now my studying is slimmer because I've found more answers. Now: After an hour or two or rest there is a fresh ground to plant myself in. After two or three hours of gardening in the fertile field, the crop is planted, and the morning's work is done. I now need to rest again for new fertile ground, but also for the night plants to sprout to cover my tracks.
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Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 5:07 AM UTC
Aging Nightowl
I’d rather be in a starship Visiting the stars Than be a star. Stars cannot retreat to remote asteroids And turn out the lights. Stars cannot drift loosely among the constellations. Stars cannot drink in the uncertain darkness. I gave birth to a star once. He is a beacon Attracting other celestial bodies Into his orbit. He grows brighter With each ray of admiration. His admirers revel in his cheery glow. Sometimes he is blinded By his own light. He shrinks away At the mention of shadows Which must be eradicated At all cost. I offer him my hand, Beckoning him to join me In my starship. He shakes his head, wordlessly. I let go And promise to meet him Wherever he may be.
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Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
Star(ship)