Resistance is futile
We will add your biological diversity to ours
The cubes are patrolling
Our injected nano technology will change you
We don’t eat be re-energise
And unless we perceive a danger we won’t worry about you
You will be added and changed
All that will remain is the number designation we give to you
We’ll take an eye but don’t be concerned
You will be part of our perfection
Resistance is futile.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
borg, science fiction,
Form: Free verse
Whilst watching Star Trek with Captain Picard
They were fighting cyborgs in their universe marred
The Borg fly their cube spaceships and look to destroy
Federation Starships that against them deploy
One thing that puzzles me with the Borg
Do they have toilets especially designed for cyborgs?
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
borg, science fiction,
Form: Ballad
Learning but not understanding
Touching but not feeling
Seeing but not reaching
Life is irrelevant
Collectives are sufficient
Futile for resistances
As we are efficient
But
With my connection severed
I am no member
Now lost forever
When I have regenerated
I will be evaluated
Then I will be assimilated
Because I am Borg
Categories:
borg, allusion, character, parody, science
Form: I do not know?
The borg reached out calling Mr. Ed.
He opened the eyes of his wired covered head…
and he groped me… sent a strobe to probe me
in my mind. I stood watching polite and in kind
wondering if he knows who I am…
To pick a brane that waves to man
is to ride inside the soul of a woman.
He opened the door to my forbiddens…
He fondled my unmentionables
....and found my hiddens.
A trail he left like a beast in my beauty
I wonder if he knew I was dancing slowly
”...LowQ.tis… you’re old school….”
Remember the day when I was wired too?
Since then there’s been a change
I have remote control right over a range
Of infinity… oh! Collective memory?
Strange arrangement of destiny?
I was bord… so I changed the Uni.Verse. ;)
Do you know where you are?
Categories:
borg, adventure, fantasy, friendship, imagination,
Form: I do not know?
There's a deep space specie known as the Borg.
A worthy adversary not to be ignored.
They intend to assimilate our planet earth.
When they succeed, none of us will have a shred of self worth.
We'll all be drones, not individuals anymore.
*Entry for Carolyn Devonshire's Out of this World Limericks! Contest.
For more on the Borg, go here> BORG: Seven of Nine
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=199482
Categories:
borg,
Form: Limerick