#starship
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!
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 10:38 AM UTC
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!
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 5:47 PM UTC
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!
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 9:15 AM UTC
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!!!!
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC
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.
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 5:07 AM UTC
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.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC