"gallifrey" poems
Children of Gallifrey, the children of gods
Who were destined for greatness
Fate laid out in the stars
Lords and Ladies of Time
Hands in the fabric of reality
Theirs to push and pull
Change and preserve
Life and death, mere trifle and whim
Immortality
Insanity
Minds warped with power
Who were fearful of change
Pompous and arrogant patrollers of time
Making laws of fear and oppression
Jealous and Bitter
They would rather **** than share
No interfering, no helping, no hurting
All the time in the Universe
But no time at all
Betrayal and Pain
Secrets and lies
Starving Souls, robbing trust
Storm Clouds are breaking
Time is at an end
The world will burn
Though it died long ago
When ambition
And lies
Strangled the children of Gallifrey
Sealing their demise in the books of time
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 6:32 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
There is a lonely man in a big blue box
He says that he hates goodbyes.
Most people are disbelieving, they scoff:
They think that he outright lies.
Others sometimes wonder:
What past events underlie
To make this one Time Lord dislike goodbyes?
He's always alone, this man.
His companions are long gone.
Every time he says hello,
Every time he crashes into a lawn,
Every time he helps or saves,
Every time he meets someone:
There's always a goodbye.
He had a family, all the same.
Yet they are gone now.
He had his Gallifreyan friends
With whom he would play games.
He had his whole planet with its orange skies
But it went up in equally orange flames.
There's always a goodbye.
Some of his companions are still around.
That could be enough for him to smile.
For him to grin wide and say, "Yay!"
But then he remembers that others are lost.
How many people, he couldn't say.
So when this Time Lord dreams
He thinks of a wonderful, happy day.
In which all his friends are here to stay:
And he can still "vworp" away to Gallifrey.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 10:38 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
I love you
Like the moon and the stars
You and I are incomplete without the other
To Gallifrey and Back
Greatful I am for you
Always by my side
Blessed, My heart is yours
Forever and Always
A half of you is given to me
A half of me is given to you
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC