#startrek
by Elizabeth Hensley
To the tune of Puff the Magic Dragon
Worf the Yuppy Klingon
lived in the skies
And struggled in the holodecks
Aboard the Enterprise!
Fiesty little Tasha
Fought that Klingon Worf
With battle ax and shining sword
And other lethal stuff.
Together they would tussle
Through purple, peaceful Space,
Fighting things within the ship
With surly, savage grace.
Now Klingons outlive Humans
In time 'bout two to four
But one sad day poor Tasha died
And Worf could fight no more.
Without his fiesty friend
Worf could not be beat
All else aboard the shining ship
Were just too kind and sweet.
So forever after
Worf could then be seen
Not fighting live and Human foes
But only the machine.
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 10:57 AM UTC
Words by Elizabeth Hensley
To The Tune of Voyager's Theme Song
Space is vast...
Praise the Lord!
The Lord of Hosts!
Come with us!
Come with us!
Come with us!
Come with us!
Come with us!
Come with us through the majesty of Space
We're triumphant now!
And we're free,
Of Prejudice
and gravity!
Higher and farther, and farther and higher!
Higher and farther and farther still!
Oh...
Through the vast, eternal realms of Space
We're triumphant now!
Triumphant now!
And free!
Let's soar
....Free
Ohhhhhhhh
Come let’s go see what's there!
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 10:48 AM UTC
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
Words by Elizabeth Hensley
(To the tune of, "West Texas Town of El Paso.")
One day while the Enterprise sailed
Cross the galaxy
Looking for worlds where thinking resides,
They came cross an Alien with eyes blue as Earth’s skies
And love in his hearts a whole galaxy wide!
Oh give me these wild velvet skies!
You can let planets go hang!
This is the way to be
So completely free.
Doctor and Enterprise know how to live!
Wild is the winds of Antares and Rigel!
Traveling the worlds in a box colored blue!
Long scarf and Tin Dog and coat full of candy!
He was the gentlest Being that They knew!
Oh give me these wild velvet skies!
You can let planets go hang!
This is the way to be
So completely free.
Doctor and Enterprise know how to live!
The Vulcan was intrigued to find such a time ship
Shaped like a police box all peeling and blue!
Bigger inside than it is on the outside.
Beyond any tech that the Federation knew!
The Time-Lord was happy to find
a big Star ship
Full of Beings as kind as himself
Shaped like a Peace Dove,
So shining and pretty:
A ship full of tall Imps and one stoic Elf!
Oh give me these wild velvet skies!
You can let planets go hang!
This is the way to be
So completely free.
Doctor and Enterprise know how to live!
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 10:31 AM UTC
This is based a little on Star Trek The Next Generation. I noticed that it was not quite as exciting a show as Classic Trek, because so many things that seemed wondrous and a little scary in the first show, had become routine, with the rule book written and way too often rigorously followed. I think both other Viewers and the Writers must have noticed this too because the next four shows took different paths. One was about a Space Station, one was about Voyager which got, “lost in space” and thus could not follow the rules and the next two have been Prequels to the first show.
Oh Future, you cannot know
OUR loneliness! Ours is different from your own:
YOURS has other Life forms in it.
We are alone!
But Future how I pity you!
For your plight's so different from our own:
OUR Universe has Friends and magic Monsters in it.
Your Universe is known.
We can dream and wonder New But YOU know your fate!
Would we have tried so very hard for you
If REALITY had been the bait?
Would WE have tried so very hard to find
That life is not as alien as it seemed? Your adventure's only politics...
WE had our DREAMS!
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 3:39 PM UTC
One evening I sat down with my dinner to watch an episode of the original Star Trek series
With Captain Kirk, Spock and Bones, Dr.McCoy
But when I turned on the TV 'The Six Million Dollar Man came on
Obviously they'd shown all the episodes of Star Trek and were now starting to show The Six Million Dollar Man
Now we never watched The Six Million Dollar Man growing up, it was really for the younger generation, the younger kids
But I decided to watch it anyway as there was nothing else on
And it was OK, it was nicely done
I noticed the guest star in the episode was an actor named Gary Lockwood
Now I knew Gary Lockwood was famous for playing one of the astronauts in the movie '2001, A Space Odyssey '
He was also famous for appearing in the very second episode of the original Star Trek series (think it was the second)
It was a great episode, he gets zapped (electrocuted) by an alien entity
And then starts turning into this superhuman being with dangerous ESP powers
The Captain and his colleagues have to get rid of him before he grows too powerful
He's famously going to "squash them all like insects"
Now I also remembered seeing him in a movie once in the 70's
I had to look it up on his Wikipedia page
It was so long since I'd seen it
It was called "Model Shop"
It was a curious movie, kind of an art movie
It was like a postcard to Los Angeles and the late sixties
He was driving around Los Angeles in a small antique type motor car
He had quit his job and was about to be drafted into the army (to go and fight in Vietnam)
He was short of money, had girlfriend problems and had become fascinated by a mysterious French lady,
I looked up the movie on Wikipedia just out of curiosity, for nostalgia reasons I suppose
I noticed it was directed by a Frenchman named Jacques Demy
Now I never heard of Jacques Demy before
So I looked him up too just to see what kind of career he had and had he ever made any other movies
And yes, he was noted for several movies but especially for one in particular
One that was regarded as a classic
It was called "The Umbrellas of Cherbourg"
Some people have called it the greatest musical ever made
It was a movie where strangely the dialogue was all sung
It was also the movie that made the French actress Catherine Deneuve a star
And the strange thing was, I'd never even heard of it before.
My interest was piqued so I looked up the movie and was blown away
I thought the French language would be a clunky language if sung
But here it's wonderful, it flows so beautifully and naturally
You quickly get used to the dialogue being sung
And it seems to heighten the emotions of what's being said
The story I suppose is about innocence and young love and then the world intruding
and upsetting everything
The movie was made in 1964 when a lot of movies were still being made in Black and white
But it was made in glaring colour, it's so lovely to look at
Even the wallpaper has a staring role.
For me it was a magical movie experience, a delightful discovery
I've watched it several times since
It proved a pleasant distraction during the cold Winter months.
Sep 2, 2024
Sep 2, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC
My gut is in knots;
I feel agitated.
From space jumps? It’s not.
It’s more complicated...
Aboard our starship,
glances we’re stealing.
More than a friendship –
this simple feeling.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
Can one blame me for hiding?
For this cowardice?
Not because of embarrassment
Nor the prejudice,
But because of the fear of loosing you.
What we have—I hold onto it foolishly.
Longing for your trust (absolute, mutual),
I stay by your side. Like a ritual,
Thought repeats, (hopeless, in a haze):
“I await for you, never and always.”
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC
in the end,
even Odo gave in
to the desire
to rejoin the
great link
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 7:28 PM UTC
The White House is an inverse reflection
Of the matter/anti-matter chamber:
It's Not, The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.
No. It's, The needs of the one outweigh the needs of the many.
What matters matters.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
Were I a Starfleet Captain I would be unfit for duty, but this is no Federation of Planets.
This is a moment in time and barely anything at all, yet it is everything.
Carrying a weight on my back of a small crew, I lack the mental fortitude to take care of their carrier.
The cacophonous cocktail stirring within my ribs is barely tolerable.
In fact, It is not tolerable.
Adorned in a gown of ripped tissues,
the waves come like tsunamis.
Somehow throughout my turmoil I have to remain focused and continue forward.
Every step is heavier than the last and I often am unsure how I will see the sun set.
If I'll make it there alive or as some hollow shell with a faux optimism.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
So humble
and so demure.
Yet . . . . . . .
. . . . you still freak me the ****
out with everything you do.
You amaze me just so
you'll absorb me, I know.
Then we'll both become one.
I've been erased,
now (I'm) no-one.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
The "Time of Awakening"
& its "ironic violence"
noted by Surak, which ends
in nuclear holocaust but
philosophical maturity,
was written by Star Trek
creators with intentional
parallels to modern human
society—particularly its
historical progression toward
cultural enlightenment,
reason & tolerance
interrupted by extreme bouts
cultural regression,
irrationalism
& fanatical violence.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
To watch or not to watch.
That is the question;whether it is nobler in my mind to suffer the feels and emotions of addicting shows and yet be so in love with them.
To watch, to cry.
One more episode and only sleep will help me to end.
The heartache and the thousand cinematic shocks the writers are obsessed with.
‘tis a consuming world with everything I wish.
To watch, to cry. To cry-- perhaps too much. Ay, but it's worth it.
For, when watching these shows and knowing what feels may come, when we have shuffled off this depressing factor, we must not forget the humor that makes happiness last oh so long.
To watch characters travel the depths of space and time.
The detectives prove wrong the proud men and even the relationships and love ‘tween the main protagonists.
The insolence of the hiatus that even patient fangirls cannot take. When we go on great adventures with a hobbit and a ring. Who could bear the long wait? To punt a sweat is a weary life. To discover world's unknown from books or shows. We travellers never want to return.
Our fangirl hearts burn and even still
We would rather bear the tears we have Than live in a world where there are none. Thus Fangirls are not cowards, not at all
Thus we are heroes so very proud
So we proudly say take flight on the enterprise with Captain Jean Luc
We bare our lights sabers alight
And lose ourselves in the action
Go we now happy as could be-- off to fangirl forever
To be normal? Ha! Never.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
The phases of matter all turn into one
When her lips touch mine
It burns like a thousand supernovas
And freezes like the vaccuum of space
The stars spill bright light through the invisble river
That holds no air in the darkness
The cheek of her face brushing mine
Fills me with the feeling
Of my heart when I see crescent moons
I can't wait to float away
Into the bright swirling stars
In the distance
With nobody but you
And maybe when we do that
We'll feel the stars pull us back
Like on starships
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC
Great news: I just got
A blu-ray disc of Star Trek
Five, the voyage home
Weird News: my mom said
She didn't buy it, and dad
Said he didn't, too
My conclusion: there's
A star trek fairy, just like
The old tooth fairy
That, or a random
Guy came into my house and
Put it on my bed
Either way, I'm not
Going to complain when I
Have a Star Trek disc
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
king of stars and star-crossed hearts
constellations like freckles across shoulders with eyes like dawn,
like whispers of cloudless skies and summer days,
all of humanity's finest qualities:
curiosity and vulnerability and loyalty.
captain has been in your blood like gold,
like lullabies sung to already-fulfilled dreams.
how does starfleet regulate smiles so addicting?
a soul too big for a solar system,
too much for a galaxy:
your soul is simply cosmic, darling,
mesmerising in your daring.
don't stop running until you reach the edge
of the diving board into the great unknown.
one end is the beginning to another.
don't stop running until you're satisfied,
until the universe stops expanding and starts to collapse.
you don't know home until you've left it,
but home isn't on terra:
it's a crew of family and friends,
a ship that will take you everywhere and through everything.
cross your fingers and hope not to die,
for you must live a thousand more lives
before your adventure ends.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
Dream on, my friend,
Like me.
Of a future Heaven on Earth,
Or even just a Heaven.
Peace to all Men,
And Women.
Nor more starvation,
Disease
Or Death.
A Paradise in full bloom.
Endless forest, savannas and parklands
Ringed by towering mounts.
Habitats for countless species:
Humanity united with Mother Nature.
Trivial pleasures too.
Leeds United World Champions.
British wins at Wimbledon.
Another World Cup win.
Girls Aloud joining me,
For a fish and chip tea.
More medals in Rio,
Than we got in twenty twelve.
Crank up that warp drive,
Or better still,
Open up that Uniscape
So we can go
Into a parallel universe
Of our choice.
A realm where fiction becomes fact.
Where Captain Kirk is real
And Shatner just a character
On TV.
Where Telletubbies really watch us,
And Father Christmas truly shows his face.
Golden pavements are mere trifles,
And God gives us his grace.
We have to keep on dreaming.
Our hopes must never die.
Just simply keep on dreaming,
No need to reason why.
Paul Butters
© Paul Butters 27\10\2012 (2) in Yorkshire.
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
Kirk was a flirt.
Bones could clone.
Scotty liked scotch.
Chekov goofed off.
Sulu, he flew.
Uhura went further.
Chapel would coddle.
But
SPOCK,
He
ROCKED.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
as far as frontiers go, there is the mind, the oceans and
there is space,
as far as points on a compass, there are four, then eight
and there are sixteen,
Of three hundred and sixty. On Earth.
Take your compass to the ocean deep,
leave it there and let the pressure creep
inside for if the needle points right
it will be a miracle, a crushing miracle.
Antares. The first time heard I this name
it was on the self-same Star Trek. Logic
escapes me right now, for logic escaped
us all, when he left.
Antares. A bottle of Shiraz from Chile,
would you raise a glass of anything tonight
and wish one another to "live long and
prosper"
Antares. Fill a portion of space, look close
no, you won't see his face, nor even the
face of God. Some mysteries still need
logic to solve. Even through a four finger "V"
Antares. Meet me there bring your glass
and a telescope, a star chart and the dvd
pack of every episode, we will set the
table and a place for every crew member
and remember
to leave one for the science officer, Spock.
Turn the lights low and with
the remote control just hit play
and stare out to space, sublime
one final frontier, one final time.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
Children that I leave behind,
I beg you not to weep for me,
for I lived a life that was long and full,
I saw all there was to see.
Children that I leave behind,
keep living out my legacy,
you are the captains of your ships,
you control your destiny.
Children that I leave behind
I know you're feeling so much pain,
but keep your head up, keep on living,
and you'll feel happy once again.
Children that I leave behind,
do not mourn for what I lost,
as we all must leave this world sometime,
and live on in loved ones' thoughts.
Children that I leave behind,
do not fear when I am far,
and when my time is up,
please return me to the stars.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
All I've ever had in my possession were bones.
The framework of a biological nuisance, something empty
on the inside, though full of what any of us may call life.
At the least, the semblance of which we can be convinced:
parading a corpse across the bridge, most talented thespian in space;
and medicine, the hobby you picked up so you could learn to ignore death.
You are too old, now, to foolishly believe you can outrun death,
the inevitable silence that haunts your dreams and soaks through your bones.
You breathe in too quickly, too aware of the emotional cavity, of the space
between your thoughts and your actions. Your words have always been empty,
a reminder of the very symbol of your own faith, though you aren't convinced
that you, yourself, can ever measure up to that vivacity that floods his life.
Repeat that in your mind, over and over; that the anomalies in this life
can be proven as effects of the reckless and the brave, that their death
is ultimately yours to cause or to save. So, of your own importance, you are convinced,
and you know you are the best, always have been -- always, Bones.
So don't waste your energy on the thought that all of his promises are empty
and trust, instead, that this lunatic, this love, will survive all of space.
There's nowhere for you to escape this bitterness; indeed, no space
for you to claim as your own, your sanctuary. No chance of a separate life
when you've had all you can stomach of this insanity, this empty
endless game you've boxed yourself up in, until you surrender yourself to death,
to the simple cessation of your repetitive motions -- but, no, Bones;
he will never stop. His life will continue, his body and soul immortal -- of this, you are convinced.
No, he'll keep on going, as perilously as before; of his invincibility, you are convinced,
but you, yourself are, as ever, determined to follow his failures through space,
to diligently spout your expletives and condemnations and advice; you are now, as then, his bones,
and you never forgot that. Just as he never forgot who takes credit for his life,
his bones, his common sense --- you alone have, time and time again, forced death
to hang its weary head and return and yet, his own promises are empty.
You've learned to scoff at his vows of safety; his idiocy, you could handle. Still, empty, too, were his promises of faith. His loyalty, he proved, but you stay thoroughly convinced
that alone would he remain, had you considered your logic. Somehow still, like death,
the logic was an inevitability, and you learned to detest one trait in all of space.
You can see his faith fading as it goes, as logic proves itself a thief of your life,
and you lament the truest fact of all -- no longer could you be his bones.
And so I've managed to pull my empty shell together, as he never could, for in space
nowhere can I hide from the death of my ethos; yes, in space alone I dedicate my life.
And I am, as he was convinced, an honest man. I end as I begin -- with all I've ever had: Bones.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC