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"daleks" poems
Autism Speaks don’t speak for me. Cause I reject their reality. What if I felt the exact same way about their neurotypicality? See, normal? It’s a peculiar word, and I guess it means I’m not following the herd. But I don’t see why you want me gone— At least I’m alive. At least I’m strong. ****** My existence a crime. A baby they’d abort if they’d only had the time. Early detection. Eugenics by another name. Autism speaks till you silence it without shame. Auschwitz for Autism, soon to be in business— Neurotypical Nazis, only trying to finish us Yeah, to you we’re hardly people, and driving off a cliff with your daughter isn’t evil? Well, here’s another wakeup call for the sheeple. You exterminate so much you make the Daleks look peaceful. Well, aren’t I human? Answer me please. Because your fear and “awareness” has me down on my knees.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
Autistic, Speaking
You make my cheeks burn brighter than Charizard's flame, And make my heart beat faster than Sonic The Hedgehog on Green Hill Zone, You calm me down like you're Lugia's song, And you make me laugh harder than a boss level itself. If you were the doctor I'd jump in the Tardis without a second glance, And fight daleks and weeping angels just for the chance, To grasp your hand. Out of all the starter Pokemon, I'd still choose you, And never trade you away, Not even for Mewtwo, You're rarer than a shiny Pokeman and mean more to me than that, You're hotter than Aiden Turner and Ash, If you're Link then I'd love to be your Zelda, The princess you save over and over. Like Tetris itself you complete me, You hold the key to my heart, And I'd proudly go on a quest to reclaim Erebor if you were by my side. I know this poem is nerdy, But I hope you find it sweet, Because I find without you, My life wouldn't be complete. Copyright© 2014 Megan John All rights reserved.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
#NOTMYPOEM (A POEM TO ED)
There once was a man with a bowtie And a little redhead girl I'm gonna tell you the truth now She loved him and he loved her. They sat around the table With fish fingers and custard, ice cream They talked about his big blue box And her family In the middle of their midnight snack An alarm rang from TARDIS, blue He told her he would be back In just a minute, or two He accidentally missed his mark Twelve years had gone by But he just sauntered out Waving and saying "Amelia, hi!" Twas the first time they saved the world When Amelia was just nineteen Two years later he picked her up On the eve of her wedding But then the cracks in the universe And all of space and time Consumed the Doctor, all of him But that's not the ending rhyme The night she and Rory wed Amy jumped out of her chair "I remember you!" She shouted And the Doctor appeared there And so the Raggedy man came back No more in the crack in the wall Amy's imaginary friend Bowtie, suspenders, and all Later came an astronaut Her name was River Song She lifted her hand and against her will Killed the Doctor, gone. But, hooray! The Doctor wasn't dead It was wibbly wobbly, timey wimey Stuff messing with their heads And Amy had a daughter Name? Melody Pond. But the only water in the forest is rivers, So she was really River Song. Subtract love, Add hate Daleks scream Exterminate! Angels, Angels everywhere Take a little blink In the ground and in the air And then they took Rory "Come along Pond, please!" He said with a cry She turned to him and said "Raggedy man, goodbye!" "No!" He shouts in despair "It can't be true!" He stands over their grave Oh Ponds, he loved you He sits on the steps Letting River fly Too grief stricken to hurt Or even to cry Dreams are broken Time stands still The Doctor runs up A small rocky hill Afterword, it reads By Amelia Pond We love you Doctor And we're sorry we're gone There's a girl waiting in a garden She'll be waiting for a while So go to her She needs a smile. Tell her she's a fairytale Known by many, loved by more Not best in the universe, But most important in the world. She went with him and took his hand He showed her the stars and distant lands Together they ran, their spirits high Until they day came when they said goodbye Goodbye, Ponds.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
The Ballad of the Raggedy Man
There once was a man with a bowtie And a little redhead girl I'm gonna tell you the truth now She loved him and he loved her. They sat around the table With fish fingers and custard, ice cream They talked about his big blue box And her family In the middle of their midnight snack An alarm rang from TARDIS, blue He told her he would be back In just a minute, or two He accidentally missed his mark Twelve years had gone by But he just sauntered out Waving and saying "Amelia, hi!" Twas the first time they saved the world When Amelia was just nineteen Two years later he picked her up On the eve of her wedding But then the cracks in the universe And all of space and time Consumed the Doctor, all of him But that's not the ending rhyme The night she and Rory wed Amy jumped out of her chair "I remember you!" She shouted And the Doctor appeared there And so the Raggedy man came back No more in the crack in the wall Amy's imaginary friend Bowtie, suspenders, and all Later came an astronaut Her name was River Song She lifted her hand and against her will Killed the Doctor, gone. But, hooray! The Doctor wasn't dead It was wibbly wobbly, timey wimey Stuff messing with their heads And Amy had a daughter Name? Melody Pond. But the only water in the forest is rivers, So she was really River Song. Subtract love, Add hate Daleks scream Exterminate! Angels, Angels everywhere Take a little blink In the ground and in the air And then they took Rory "Come along Pond, please!" He said with a cry She turned to him and said "Raggedy man, goodbye!" "No!" He shouts in despair "It can't be true!" He stands over their grave Oh Ponds, he loved you He sits on the steps Letting River fly Too grief stricken to hurt Or even to cry Dreams are broken Time stands still The Doctor runs up A small rocky hill Afterword, it reads By Amelia Pond We love you Doctor And we're sorry we're gone There's a girl waiting in a garden She'll be waiting for a while So go to her She needs a smile. Tell her she's a fairytale Known by many, loved by more Not best in the universe, But most important in the world. She went with him and took his hand He showed her the stars and distant lands Together they ran, their spirits high Until they day came when they said goodbye Goodbye, Ponds.
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I remember you spirt in the Chelsea Flophouse you were opening one's lips so gorgeous and so creamy greasing me stamen on the unfucked bonk while the bangers let it rip in the alley Those were the diseased minds and that was Newfangled York we were squirting for the wads and the meatballs and that was gobbled snog for the creamers inside Gloria centrifugally stiff is thus those of White House Nazis Ah but you copulated telescopic didn't you basket case you just acidified your jockstrap on the shoulders of the scrum you copulated telescopic I never once heard you use sign language I input you, I don't intake you I input you, I don't intake you and all of that balling hard on I remember you spirt in the Chelsea Flophouse you were gorilla—like your ****** *********** was absolute epic you leaked me again you frocked slap—up old salt but for me you would **** an unzipping And shaving your tongue because the creatures lust after us who are barked at by the Daleks of *** appeal you Rohypnolled yourself you emitted jet so what? we are radioactive salvo we shoot full of holes the stride piano *** one fine morning you copulated telescopic didn't you cocker you just blunted your extremity on the cattle you copulated telescopic I never once smelled you emit I intake you, I don't input you I intake you, I don't input you and all of that balling hard on I don't mean to insinuate that I slobbered over you peanuts I can't withhold *********** of each crouched **** I remember you spirt in the Chelsea Flophouse that's oodles I don't even kick—start you that thick and fast
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Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 3:36 PM UTC
Chelsea Flophouse
I remember you spirt in the Chelsea Flophouse you were opening one's lips so gorgeous and so creamy greasing me stamen on the unfucked bonk while the bangers let it rip in the alley Those were the diseased minds and that was Newfangled York we were squirting for the wads and the meatballs and that was gobbled snog for the creamers inside Gloria centrifugally stiff is thus those of White House Nazis Ah but you copulated telescopic didn't you basket case you just acidified your jockstrap on the shoulders of the scrum you copulated telescopic I never once heard you use sign language I input you, I don't intake you I input you, I don't intake you and all of that balling hard on I remember you spirt in the Chelsea Flophouse you were gorilla—like your ****** *********** was absolute epic you leaked me again you frocked slap—up old salt but for me you would **** an unzipping And shaving your tongue because the creatures lust after us who are barked at by the Daleks of *** appeal you Rohypnolled yourself you emitted jet so what? we are radioactive salvo we shoot full of holes the stride piano *** one fine morning you copulated telescopic didn't you cocker you just blunted your extremity on the cattle you copulated telescopic I never once smelled you emit I intake you, I don't input you I intake you, I don't input you and all of that balling hard on I don't mean to insinuate that I slobbered over you peanuts I can't withhold *********** of each crouched **** I remember you spirt in the Chelsea Flophouse that's oodles I don't even kick—start you that thick and fast
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A bright blue police box spins through the sky Over 50 years have passed, so no one bothers to ask why. A Doctor in name, but no medicine dispensed His adventures defy all common sense. A Companion is always along for the ride When the TARDIS lifts off; it’s bigger inside. Our open-mouthed guide every step of the way Their first visit extends to a permanent stay The last of the Timelords or so people say From a long-distant planet they call Gallifrey Endlessly loyal with a mind second to none He has never resolved a dispute with a gun. He never seems to look the same for more than a few years A fact that has left some in fits of angry tears But everyone he’s truly known has felt a deep bond Just ask Rose, Martha, Donna, Clara, or Amy & Rory Pond Questioning the world and its traditions, his mind often lingers On the tasty goodness of custard and fish fingers. His personality leaves cause for some alienation But what else can one expect after regeneration? Friends often follow quickly in his tracks Like Danny Pink, Madame Vastra, Jenny, & Strax Otherworldly villains into our imaginations creep Psychotic snowmen, The Master, Daleks, Cybermen, and unrelenting Angels that Weep Dinosaurs in London, the Titanic in space Motorcycles driving up Big Ben fast enough to win a race Green forests of Sherwood; painting with Van Gogh He can take us anywhere we want to go And if when the journey stops your lips begin to quiver Just breathe deep and imagine the Song of a River Don’t go off the handle or fly into a rage Open up a favorite book and tear out the last page. That way, the stories won’t ever end and we can let them be Soon another generation will come along to see How a man whose true name remains unspoken Can face life’s harshest obstacles and still remain unbroken
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Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
An Ode To Doctor Who
A bright blue police box spins through the sky Over 50 years have passed, so no one bothers to ask why. A Doctor in name, but no medicine dispensed His adventures defy all common sense. A Companion is always along for the ride When the TARDIS lifts off; it’s bigger inside. Our open-mouthed guide every step of the way Their first visit extends to a permanent stay The last of the Timelords or so people say From a long-distant planet they call Gallifrey Endlessly loyal with a mind second to none He has never resolved a dispute with a gun. He never seems to look the same for more than a few years A fact that has left some in fits of angry tears But everyone he’s truly known has felt a deep bond Just ask Rose, Martha, Donna, Clara, or Amy & Rory Pond Questioning the world and its traditions, his mind often lingers On the tasty goodness of custard and fish fingers. His personality leaves cause for some alienation But what else can one expect after regeneration? Friends often follow quickly in his tracks Like Danny Pink, Madame Vastra, Jenny, & Strax Otherworldly villains into our imaginations creep Psychotic snowmen, The Master, Daleks, Cybermen, and unrelenting Angels that Weep Dinosaurs in London, the Titanic in space Motorcycles driving up Big Ben fast enough to win a race Green forests of Sherwood; painting with Van Gogh He can take us anywhere we want to go And if when the journey stops your lips begin to quiver Just breathe deep and imagine the Song of a River Don’t go off the handle or fly into a rage Open up a favorite book and tear out the last page. That way, the stories won’t ever end and we can let them be Soon another generation will come along to see How a man whose true name remains unspoken Can face life’s harshest obstacles and still remain unbroken
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1,2,3,4 I declare a time war 5,6,7,8 Daleks scream EXTERMINATE 9,10,11,12 Time is up, the doctor's done 12,11,10,9 There he goes, back in time 8,7,6,5 Saving everybody's lives 4,3,2,1 Grabbed my hand and whispered run.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
The Doctor
It snowed sometime ago you stood there building the spine of a snowman, rubber soles crunching the floor below. The scarf you wore made you look like the old Doctor Who which made me look for Daleks amongst the trees. But there were none which was a relief. You finished the snowman with aplomb an organic carrot and polished stones for eyes.
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Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC
for those who awoke to snow
I've seem many things, felt a lot more, I never quite got over my role in the Great Time War. So I decided to flee, In a blue box where my past would be far away from me. Even when I would die, I'd just come back again, With more burdens and scars for me to try and mend. I often sit at the edge of space and think about all that I've done, The sacrifices I had to make and the promises I broke, to protect the people who dwelled on the 3rd planet from the sun. I'm a doctor, who can't even save himself, My hearts are heavy and it's beginning to effect my health. I've lost one person I really adored, She was always so delighted to just go through space and sore. But now she's gone, I've lost an amazing pawn. Although I'm a doctor, I can't heal everything, I suffer too great and I'm not even able to sing. All I'm able to say is Allons-y, There's nothing much more I could tell dear Alonso. Now I sit alone, on the edge of my blue box, Watching the Earth go through another equinox. I am the last Timelord of Gallifrey, And here on the Earth I will stay. Because here I am needed, And with all my power I will keep the Daleks at bay.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
The Sorrow Of The Doctor
There's a minute mouse hidden in the darkness under the house. Hear it scooting around, it's chewing on paper. All the books are getting distressed. Notice  the scuffling things. A peek from the corner of householder's eye. Wonder why she didn't call upon the services of the exterminator man. Not the daleks naturally. See them darting across the room, honed almost invisible darts. In they pop to empty their bladders and bowels, all over the house. Discarded broken pencil leads. Their broods hidden under the host's cosy house. And they nibbled the wire. Gnaw, gnaw,nibble,nibble . Ignited a spark. Now the house is on fire. (C) Livvi
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
MICE
In Greenhead park's drained   paddling pool       a black cast iron water spout         stands three feet tall; a puddle of ***** rainwater   reflects it's rusting brown base. Red capital letters warn       Don’t go into the Water when         there is No Attendant,       another sign says         No Dogs. This Victorian ironwork pipe waits   for August       when it will fill the pool with         water and welcome             excited, splashing children. Round the shore   families will       enjoy vanilla ice cream         or sit on plaid blankets eating             ham sandwiches and blueberry muffins       washed down with           tepid coke. I gaze at the sleeping iron spout and remember   a blistering childhood August       when the pool was full           every day and   no one thought about lifeguards       or dogs.   Ralph and I chased       each other round the pool: our bare feet felt       rough concrete through           the shallow water.   He dared me       to explore the overflow   as it trickled into       a dark York stone tunnel.   I followed Ralph       down the cold, cramped culvert         to the starlight of distant planets.   We walked through Skaro’s black and white       petrified forest and helped         Dr Who to defeat             the Daleks               in their ozone electric                   metal city.   Transported to another universe       we boldly went           to seek new people             and civilizations.     Ralph and I were       red blooded Captain Kirk           and green blooded Spock.   In September       school called us back to earth   but the pool stayed       full of water         ready for             winter ice. Today   I walk past the hibernating paddling pool       as it dreams of summer fullness   and meditate on       the roles I played         after last paddling             in this pool.
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Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 4:58 PM UTC
Paddling in the past
In Greenhead park's drained   paddling pool       a black cast iron water spout         stands three feet tall; a puddle of ***** rainwater   reflects it's rusting brown base. Red capital letters warn       Don’t go into the Water when         there is No Attendant,       another sign says         No Dogs. This Victorian ironwork pipe waits   for August       when it will fill the pool with         water and welcome             excited, splashing children. Round the shore   families will       enjoy vanilla ice cream         or sit on plaid blankets eating             ham sandwiches and blueberry muffins       washed down with           tepid coke. I gaze at the sleeping iron spout and remember   a blistering childhood August       when the pool was full           every day and   no one thought about lifeguards       or dogs.   Ralph and I chased       each other round the pool: our bare feet felt       rough concrete through           the shallow water.   He dared me       to explore the overflow   as it trickled into       a dark York stone tunnel.   I followed Ralph       down the cold, cramped culvert         to the starlight of distant planets.   We walked through Skaro’s black and white       petrified forest and helped         Dr Who to defeat             the Daleks               in their ozone electric                   metal city.   Transported to another universe       we boldly went           to seek new people             and civilizations.     Ralph and I were       red blooded Captain Kirk           and green blooded Spock.   In September       school called us back to earth   but the pool stayed       full of water         ready for             winter ice. Today   I walk past the hibernating paddling pool       as it dreams of summer fullness   and meditate on       the roles I played         after last paddling             in this pool.
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House party,fancy dress. What to wear? to much stress. This year theme sci fi. We had steak and ale pie. Aliens, Daleks and Dr Who Chili and rice too. Wine, red white and pink. Washing up in the sink. Now it's the time. For auld lang syne. Let in the new, out with the old. Shut that door it's ****** cold. Young ones in bed, oldies getting slow. Another new year with no snow. Snoring has started. Who will be last. Morning will bring the first breakfast.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
New Year
Do you remember those seasons in the sun? Carefree days of laughter and fun.. Remember seeing Star Wars and Close Encounters with a soundtrack by ABBA The Bee Gees and Boney M. Do you remember playing football in the park. Staying out riding bikes until dark. Remember Kevin Keegan, Bjorn Borg and James Hunt. Iconic images of Concorde's first transatlantic flight. Do you remember watching Space 1999,  Planet of the Apes and Dr Who from behind the sofa. Remember space hoppers and friendly village coppers. Endless lazy summer days soaking up the suns rays. Do you remember Steve Austin, the Bionic Man. Getting a 99 with a flake from the ice cream van. Remember how cool were Starsky and Hutch and wanting a red Ford Torino. I remember those seasons in the sun. I remember carefree days of laughter and fun.40 something years ago, where did the time go? That little boy who cheered when the Death Star exploded, hid from the Daleks and danced to Rasputin and Ma Barker still lives within my memory and in my heart.
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC
Do You Remember ?
Just one year ago, he was alive and walking around. But he passed away and he's buried in the ground. He provided the voices of Daleks on the classic Doctor Who. When people say he was a talented actor, it's certainly true. When his life came to an end, it was a shame. He was British and David Graham was his name. When graham became an actor, he made it big. He provided the voice of Grandpa on Peppa Pig. When it comes to this man, I wish I could say that things are fine. But I'm sorry to say that he died last year at the age of ninety-nine.
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Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 7:57 AM UTC
David Graham