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Captain Kirk, an adventurous guy,
flew through galaxies beyond earth’s sky
on an old sci-fi show
which was canceled although
crazy fans would not let Star Trek die!
First for having the Captain Kirk name,
William Shatner achieved certain fame.
Illusions can shatter;
though older and fatter,
Shatner still is a STAR all the same!
* William Shatner earned both a Golden Globe and an Emmy for his quirky
role as Denny Crane and Emmy nominations until the end of the series
Boston Legal. Also he appears on numerous comedy and tv shows, does
cameos, interviews, conventions, commercials, twitter, and book writings
and has a star on both the Hollywood and the Canadian Walk of Fame.
By Andrea Dietrich for Skat's Poetry Contest with Star Trek Theme.
Star Trek Rules!
"We've a choice, it's up on the board." ... "Be quick and write it down."
"Do you have it?" "Yes!" ... "Well, let's be away from here, time's a-running."
"There are too many eyes and too many else ... let's move on."
"Here, by the clearing ... now give it here, let me have a look."
"Just as I thought, a bit of a pickle, this is." ... "You can do it."
"I am unscathed ... when I am left to my own devices."
"One deals with timing, a deadline ... consequences--unsolved."
"The other is more philosophical ... leans like a conundrum."
"We will fair better if we take the latter." ... "Alright then."
"These statements are more like questions." ... "Well, best we answer them."
"It's been put to us to task, ... hence, we'll forward ourselves, solidly."
"The latter ... cringe like fingernails scratching in a coffin."
"I've been researching--the scratch!"..."The scratches in the coffin?"
"Alas! Dawn's a revelation ... To be or not to be."
"Is that a question?"... "With a mark, indeed!" "We are doing Hamlet."
"You mean that Shakespeare tragedy." ... "Could be a comedy."
"The Prince of Denmark's line ... he'd surely offed himself, the truth be told."
"His line of Yorick -- years of misquotes, poor William!" ... "Rewrite?
His most voluminous play ... good -- the young Prince is faithful."
"His deep faith?" ... "One who fakes his lunacy?" 'Twas good of him to know."
"I'd think that'd be helpful." "His faith?"..."No, his temperament."
'Heightening endurance and focusing, methinks ... those are the tickets."
"Like the tides ... tamed by forces yond their abilities to stop it."
"Or allow it ... depends on where the benefits may lie."
"It'll be a prelude ... for one to triumph over adversities."
"Also, they will be able to ... follow through on their goals."
"Temperament can also ... control passions and desires.
"This taunting, ever haunting ... prompting on ways to persuade."
"A causation be at dawn's break ... cessation, well to the twilight."
"Calamity, catastrophe ... all be a bit pushy."
Go away! Go away! I'm never letting you in!
You're nothing but a walking, slimy, horny ball of sin
You let drugs use you up 'til you're bouncing off the walls
You're 21 years old! I'm 39 years old! You're killing me, Smalls!
Go fvck with people of your own minuscule age
You still have to play with baby witches - I'm a fvcking Mage
You're barely older than my own son
I'm way too far out of your league, hon
Didn't you get it the first 50x when I didn't answer for you?
You're creeping on me - being a proper stalker, dude
Seriously though, I haven't notified law enforcement yet
How about my entire existence you just magically forget?
I even paid you $25 to fvck off, once!
Go sit in that corner, child, wear that hat - DUNCE!!
I have no bloody use to ever see your pathetic face again
No, "AKA. Turbo," I don't want to be your friend
You're the kind of little boy who screws his friends' moms
Gross - "AKA. Turbo," everything about your existence is wrong
No wonder why you're homeless without a home
'Cause you won't respectfully leave people the fvck alone!
November Rolls
(Matching Rhyming Scheme of aabbcc per stanza...)
(a) Cascading steps my day will start,
(a) pictures abound parades by heart,
(b) sprung to brightness startle on course,
(b) each day remembered gifts the source,
(c) hop amid blossom hues cool breeze,
(c) lengthy well-mannered gist to seize.
(a) Sun aged life we patterned eyes chart,
(a) spews golden way smooth work of art,
(b) till such realms-edge frequent divorce,
(b) air Harvest moon inspires white horse,
(c) dawdle, impaled leaves clear appease,
(c) crumpled neath feet, flit time at ease.
(a) Northern brisk befell trails winds dart,
(a) as powdered field draped milk impart,
(b) thy countenance embrace the coarse,
(b) midst pending views November force,
(c) fitted well clothed this cloudy squeeze,
(c) terms sway o'er life till wintry's freeze.
(...and so on...)
*Used: HMS
2020 October 21
Some get hooked on poetry
By reading Robert Frost
Or Dickinson or Poe
Or others whom their paths have crossed.
In college I read Coleridge,
Byron, Shelley,Whitman, Pound,
T.S. Eliot and Wordsworth,
All in Norton’s, nicely bound.
But in truth, what got me started
Was less lofty, though enticing –
More like turning from the cake
So I could focus on the icing.
For my intro into rhyming
(If you don’t count Mother Goose),
Were the silly stories written
By that master, Dr. Seuss.
I was lifted and delighted
By each word upon each page;
Though he also drew the pictures,
It was language that engaged.
Every rhyme and all the rhythm
Seeped by suction to my veins
And they flowed into the depths
Where the important stuff remains.
So to Dr. Seuss I owe a debt.
He changed the way I’m wired
And I wonder if he realized
All the poets he inspired.
Of all of the days to sleep in this late
Why did I have to choose today
The revolution we'd been planing along
I'm sure was already underway
I grabbed my bag, thank goodness already packed
And headed for the door
I ran out so fast my dog was aghast
My feet barely touching the floor
When I arrived at the park
I saw none of my friends
There were old ladies knitting shawls
Old men playing rummy and gin
I was already there
So I refused to go home
The revolution got canceled
And I wasn't informed
So I stood up on my soapbox
And yelled listen to me
All the old folks gathered round
As I gave the greatest of speech
I talked of how long
We'd been beat down by the man
As I went point by point
Of my intricate plan
There came weakened shouts
From a few in the crowd
While the hearing impaired
Wondered what all the fuss was about
We all moved to the street
With luck a Boy Scout happened by
To help all the old ladies across
But only one at a time
We surrounded Dairy Queen first
Because they have ice cream soft serve
Which goes down so smooth
When your wearing dentures
Next we did a flash mob
In the local Right-Aid
There were old women swinging purses
And old men waving canes
They all slowly shuffled down
The adult diaper aisle
Where they stripped the shelves clean
With raspy giggles and wrinkly smiles
Things were running so smoothly
According to revolutionary plans
We were creating social havoc
And sticking it BAD to the man
In the middle of the craze
My cell phone it rang
It was my radical friends
Wondering where I have been
I'm a tad bit embarrassed
That's the least I can say
In my mad rush to arrive
I went to the wrong park today
So I snuck out the back of Rite-Aid
As the swat team arrived
If I had a conscience I'd feel bad
In leaving my new old friends behind
We were alarmed when we saw the FBT on our video feed.
The Flying Bug Things (FBT) are from outer space, Planet Mead.
A man-made planet planted way up high in the sky,
To do surveillance, and determine if I am a good guy.
The FBT came incredibly, terribly, awful close to our house.
I hope it was one of my good days. Was I being a louse?
The FBT’s record your heartbeat, your smell, sensitivity too.
Was I in a good mood when it passed? Or was this the day I was blue?
It is important, for the KHFS will be the next to be sent to our town.
The Kill-Him-For-Sure (KHFS) is mean as snot, an ugly solid keen brown.
If you see one of them, you know you are better than dead.
The last one I saw loped off my uncle’s sweet head.
What time was the FBT caught on the video feed?
I asked everyone. When I saw it, I ran off on super speed.
For at that minute on that very day, I had been a bear, wanting my own way.
I had been snarly and mean, and I felt the KHFS might follow up today.
So I kissed my family, and took off in my red Lincoln car.
The one that linked with my phone, but we did not get far.
For in the rear view mirror I saw the FBT pointing me out.
When I saw the KHFS I gave out a squeak and a shout.
Of course they caught up with me, easily, for they are aliens.
I would like to say this had a happy………..
Stevland Morris is the real name of Stevie Wonder
Though blind soon after birth it didn’t push him under
Exceptionally talented performer from a tender age
Virtuoso musician and singer when he's on a stage
‘Little Stevie Wonder’ at the age of just thirteen
Achieved a number one hit on the music scene
Now he has a star on the Hollywood Hall of Fame
Detroit honored him with an Avenue of his name
Many songs Stevie’s written over last fifty years
‘Overjoyed’ is a favorite, its lyrics bring me tears
Recording on Tamla Mowtown he’s a multi talented man
Right from my early years I’ve been a massive fan
I’ve seen him in concert twice he really was amazing
Stevie Wonder is incredible, his music I am praising!
MY UPCOMING BIRTHDAY (09-03) CELEBRITY - Any Form Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
9/10/19
* His birth name was Stevland Hardaway Judkins but this was changed when his mother divorce and his legal surname is Morris
* William if I am lucky enough to win a cash prize please donate it to help those poor people in The Bahamas after the devastating effects of Hurricane Dorian*
Artificial Intelligence aka the end of creativity & death to all art. New age plagiarism in my opinion. The work of a bot with credit taken by one who's too lazy to think for themselves. Absolutely no good comes from Artificial Intelligence in regards to any form of art or expression of self. I honestly believe it will be the death of all art forms from reading to writing, from art to music etc & everything in between. Why do we as society promote this nonsense or even stand behind this foolishness in the first place? What does one gain from this? It isn't art in any way shape or form & nothing that comes from it is truly genuine or from the heart, it's B.S. that is created spur of the moment on the fly via bot processor or whatever the hell it is they use to operate. We as people need to bring an end to A.I. before it brings an end to us.
Spine chilling velocity
Willing feverish ferocity
Pollution spilling atrocity
Pushes our buttons
Top billing forging
Fiendish drilling pomposity
Gluttons gorging in the isles of muttons
Coining the term “purloining”
Plunder even here down under
Cast asunder..can hear the thunder
In the proud land of
The long white cloud
Scold from the fold to heal
But won’t listen..do a deal
Gaudy gems appeal..glisten
History sold for pieces of gold
Cower to phoney crony power
Dour Parasites roll the dice
Show pony baloney hour
Off their heads...now divining
Mining our whining sea beds..
Palaver of scour..devour and sour
Splice our shining slice of paradise
Vice rather than stories of glories told
Voraciously gobbling veracity
Audaciously hobbling precocity
Generosity wobbling even in the home
Of lengthy Cumulus Curiosity…
Not being funny
In this Land of Milk & Honey
Won’t kowtow to the cash cow
Getting out of hand
Because the answer forever
Whatever will never ever
Be just money!