Two of the most profitable enterprises of mankind:
War and disease {natural or otherwise).
These are what drives politics and policies.
That's why wars will forever be
why cures for disease are all but extinct.
Another enterprise has arrived -population control.
See numbers one and two above for further clarity.
Red Shirt: TOS
A casting extra
No choice on shirt color
Hired for one episode
Studio did’nt want to pay them long term
New planet to explore
Beam down with phasers set to kill
Alien life form attacks
No chance to get off a shot
Bones declares
“He’s dead Jim!”
A red shirt met their final frontier
The storms, last night, adept in flash flood fright.
It’s good to stay inside until first light.
The day before, I stopped for gas, aghast
as I stepped out the wind and leaves did blast
around my core. My heart was beating quick,
and lightning struck, pounding its thunder stick.
The passenger behind me laughed - the draft
became a vortex vice from stern to aft.
It tried to sweep me off my feet, in dance.
The leaves, they twirled around in brief romance.
The tug and pull, the see and saw…the sweep
of sideways waterfall caused me to leap.
The enterprise a f f i n i t y of storm
invites its dalliance and quick perform.
We felt she'd done something right,
So, why was her man's face tight?
Sheila in an enterprise,
To us all a sweet surprise,
But time for Wright to self pound,
Unable to pleasant sound:
We'd heard: moving round and round
Like one who had not peace found.
The name of Sheila's firm 'White'
Is a nice one for her Wright
But Wright thinks Sheila 'too wise'
Clear support not in his eyes...
Her White Firm Wright's eyes surround:
Plans to run it to the ground,
For it arrange a red mound,
Where it shall, at last, be bound.
You wish to bring off an event?
Then,find cause to something invent:
More hours for thoughts in your tent;
An ambitious back fully bent,
On which stale sweat break out as scent.
You long to kick-start an event?
A dazzling idea loosest vent:
No stories of ideals not meant,
Excuses of money not sent;
Some admirer's heart might be rent,
Ears to your grand enterprise lent...
Unless no plans to hatch events,
One makes sure one scarcely relents.
He started A Sharp Enterprise
And it was A Thing of Surprise:
Big Shops you walked up to their shelves
To survey the items yourselves;
Many a sure lasting garment
That should permit no argument,
Which one could wear till Interment
And still not be starved compliment …
A lot of Touching Friendliness
Because of his stamped Godliness:
A Policy of Dialogue
And rejection of Monologue;
He’s floating an Enterprise,
Where one might negotiate price.
No two persons are the same
An evidence of the thumbprint
Tolerence may be the only solution
Look before you leap
Say yes enterprise
A life long investment
Sometimes a yes man
Can be a a smart guy
Sometimes a yes man
Can be a lucky guy
To be welcome everywhere
Say yes before you comment
Say yes before you complain
Say you'll try before you refuse
Say you'll try your best before you give up
Say you'll try to surrender to God
Before you betray him
this is
Captain James Kurt
of the
Federation Starship Enterprise
Scottie, we need more power
aye captain but
i
can't give her to you
no more because
the
bloody lithium crystals
have busted
and
she can't take it
no more captain
and
she can't handle
anymore warp speed commanding
lassies is finally broken
Having me a real hard time—freedom
out here where a stoned god
don’t speak my language
defiles the immaculate,
and I am going mad
in search of great enterprise.
In search of great enterprise,
I seek freedom
from the mad—
a stoned god
static in a sky, immaculate.
I listen for cosmic language.
I listen for cosmic language—
a holy enterprise.
Starless are the heavens, immaculate
in their freedom
from a stoned god
gone mad.
Gone mad,
I lose language—
blame god
and his ego enterprise.
In his grasp, there is no freedom.
In me, I seek the immaculate.
In me, I seek the immaculate.
I embrace the mad—
my mad is freedom.
Language
is an enterprise.
I am my own god.
I am my own god—
immaculate.
I am an enterprise.
Name me mad.
Speak my language.
I am freedom.
Freedom, out here where a stoned god
don’t speak my language defiles the immaculate.
Name me mad, for I am my own enterprise.
Mayday, Mayday Kirk!
Transport to Galileo
Needs energizing
Running on impulse
All deflector shields are down
And venting plasma
Possible core breech
Romulan battle cruiser
De-cloaked and attacked
They've taken the ship
Corbomite Maneuver may
Be the last resort...
Deafened by the rings
Of the venomous songs the machine sings
So vapid it begins vex me
I'm thinking they might have hexed me
Slash the veil and what do you see
A red pool filled to the brim with death and depravity
Masqueraded with a pink drape of love
Hiding the blackened steel that crushed the dove
They are evil
Warping your mind
Turning you into their kind
Lost and Lustful
Awiting their fall
ASTRAL ENTERPRISE
Though hidden in sunlit ambient,
Firmament carrying astral enterprise
Visible in starry night sky.
Spectacular surprise flashing
visage of starbursts or shooting stars
displayed on canvas of sky.
Floating clouds dampen blowing breeze.
Silhouettes in Milky Way in ebon blemish
traverse mystic but not pernicious
Maroon Moon stays as descent sentry
Whether Crescent, Half, Gibbous or Full
even being invisible.
10/27/20
Podium Placing Promise (4 ) Contest by Brian Strand
It's life Jim but not as we know it
Kill quickly and prosper
Enterprise
Supermarkets stay open
The corner grocer can't
His plans, hopes and dreams
All crushed like an ant's
Big box retail has income from selling its wares
As the little guy quietly tears out his hair
His door must stay closed; those are the rules --
of free enterprise in the land of the cruel
"May the Force be with you!" Spock said
Leaving poor Jan shaking her head
For Bones does not care
That fills Jan with air
Since Kirk logs, "Warp Speed Launch" instead
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