"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.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
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.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
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.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
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
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 3:36 PM UTC
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
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
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.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
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.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC
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.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
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
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
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.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 4:58 PM UTC
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.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
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.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC
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.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 7:57 AM UTC