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Opening of Star Trek . . .
"Space . . . the final frontier . . .
These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise
Its five year mission :
To explore strange new worlds . . .
To seek out new life; new civilizations . . .
To boldly go where no one has gone before!"
Uhura: Captain, can you imagine it was suppose to be five years and we are
celebrating our fifty year anniversary!
Captain Kirk: Where does the time go, Uhura, I am feeling old.
Uhura: Me too, I have white hair. But we have left lasting effects on
culture ! Generations have watched us.
Captain Kirk: Oh yes, and there were many INTERESTING scenes . . .
Uhura: hummmm..... do you remember our kiss?
Captain Kirk: (laughing) How could I forget!!
Uhura: Our lips never touched.
Captain Kirk: That's not how I remember it . . . I recall take after take!
Pretty darn sure our lips touched . . .
Uhura: Yeah, our lips touched! It was the first interracial kiss and
caused quite a storm!
Captain Kirk: I remember . . . the sponsors threatened to pull the ads.
Urhua: Yes, and there was an avalanche of hate mail too. How silly!
Captain Kirk: Fascinating isn't it that a kiss in space could cause that much
reaction, we are lucking they did not self destruct us!
Urhura: . . . . or beam us back to earth . . .lol
Captain Kirk: Oh . . sweet memories, for this old man, we sure did boldly
go to some strange new worlds, it was quite the journey.
Uruha: Well so long Captain and as our friend Spock would say:
"Live long and prosper." Kiss, Kiss
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September 3, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/A Five Year Mission
Copyright Protected, ID 16-825-392-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
I've been one to enjoy a good Star Trek episode,
but to a convention I would never go.
There's something very disturbing about that world.
I bet that most of those guys never even kissed a girl.
What started out as an enjoyable TV show
has clearly gotten out of control.
Some of them could have learned Italian, French or Spanish
but instead chose to learn the entire Klingon language.
A language which serves no purpose to anyone
in our society or any other civilization.
If Mr Spock could manifest himself to all of them
he'd say, "Live long and prosper is not your destination."
All of you hard core Trekies please heed my advice.
Join the real human race and get yourselves a life.
Boy said, "Mom, they call me vampire at school
They treat me like dirt, they're very cruel
I'm tired of our name being dragged through the mud
Mom said, "Just shut up and drink your blood."
Mom asks Dad, "Where you headed tonight?"
Dad says, "Think I'll go out for a bite."
Mom gives him a wink and shows thumbs up
And says,"Just be back before the sun comes up."
The cold night air feels so invigorating
But the morning sun starts me disintegrating
When I get back, do you know what would excite me
Putting my face in your neck and you scream,"Bite me!"
When I get home, what will we have for dinner?
I hope it's not Mr. Miller, he's on blood thinner.
I'll stop by the graveyard before the break of day
To see what I can dig up along the way.
Let's enjoy each moment, they are so fleeting
If I were alive, my heart would be beating
I'll love you forever, no need to gloat
I can't wait to get my fang on your throat
She said "Oh, Darling, you make me insane.
I can feel the formaldehyde leave my vein
See the hole in ,y heart, the one you make
Not the one from the wooden stake.."
I remember the nights we'd watch Star Trek
Then you'd lean over and put two holes in my neck
And you'd say I love you but the last thing you did
Was kiss me good night and pull down the lid.
Not a place that no man has traveled before
To think so would be ridiculous at the least
What will I find, what can there be in store
My crew hope, affection, sympathy and more
Each member plays there part in the big piece
Not a place that no man has traveled before
Why travel to unknown places, what is it for
The unknown and insecurity, wait like a beast
What will I find, what can there be in store
That place of famous legends and all the lore
Just seeking a strange new world of peace
Not a place that no man has traveled before
Looking always inside searching my own core
Is there any sign of life or only the deceased
What will I find, what can there be in store
In this new civilization will I stand in rapport
Or am I just a prisoner waiting to be released
Not a place that no man has traveled before
What will I find, what can there be in store
08/18/2013 by Wayland Bunch for Star Trek-the contest
She has been an entertaining actress for years.
I watch nearly all of her episodes of “Cheers”.
“Veronica’s Closet” brings Kirstie some more fame.
Movies and television give her a big name.
Since you appeared as a Vulcan in “Star Trek II”,
even without pointed ears, I still revered you.
Pervasive admiration from your fans is due.
You have acting talent and beauty that is true.
We all know in recent years, you struggled with weight.
Do not worry. Thin or chubby, you still look great.
Concerning your looks, there is no need to have fears.
We hope to be seeing you for some future years.
Introducing my roommate Leong to my Saturday morning cartoon binge habit proved to be one of my BEST ideas EVER. She’s a very animated watcher, frequently laughing, gasping in horror and, in the end, delighted by these silly shows.
It’s almost a case for convergent evolution, how two creatures, from opposite ends of culture and the world can be so similar.
I find myself watching her, for her reaction, as much as the shows themselves - I’ve seen them before but I rediscover them vicariously and emotionally through her. We can spend hours dissecting character arcs and plot twists - we’ve found a small, stress-free heaven.
It’s 10:40am Sunday morning and Leong is dipping celery in barbecue sauce for breakfast again. “THAT’s just gross,” I deem, holding my hand up to block my view of this travesty.
“You should TALK,” she says, “Flexatarian!”
I gasped, like a slapped Chris Rock in the face of this naked aggression. “Why am I a flexatarian! I demand, my mind reeling for context, “because I ordered the potato burrito at taco bell?” I look around for some sort of rescue or validation, but we’re alone.
“That’s so FAUX,” I say, in an injured voice, shaking my head sadly. “I’m by the book carnivore,” I say, holding my fingers in a three-fingered girl scout pledge.
“And you have to live with that trauma,” Leong says, scooping an extra large dollop of sauce with her celery as I make gagging and heaving sounds.
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slang
Flexatarian - someone who’s only a vegetarian when it’s convenient or showy.
faux - untrue
*Convergent evolution: how life evolves in certain predictable ways because they work the best. For example: how flying has evolved independently at least four times on earth: in birds, bats, insects, and pterosaurs. Ultimately, this theory predicts that we will meet other “humans” if we ever get out and explore the universe - those Star Trek green, human aliens may actually be real somewhere.
*I have a no “show off” rule which this may violate..
When I was a kid, Watson and Crick’s discovery of DNA
Was still a bit like science fiction and not completely understood
Dreams of curing cancer, never growing old, viral vaccinations
Mapping out the human genome would make them proud of us
Splicing genes with CRISPR Cas9 Vectors
Is still only just the beginning,
We’ve barely touched the tip of the iceberg
Still, one day, like in the Star Trek universe
With a simple shot from hypo spray
No more COVID and Dr. Flox would send us on our way
But life is not TV land
I suppose God must have other plans
Perhaps He’s not so pleased that
Science is the new religion of this Day N Age
He’s really going to be surprised when we scrape the shroud of Turin
For some Jesus DNA
And clone the Son of God so we can look him in the eyes
And pray tell we may say,
“What the hell have we done, oh Spliceosome?”
July 21st, 1969 / No Need to Play
It was 9:56 AM as I sat in the living room with my eyes glued to the television, and heard Neal Armstrong proclaim to the universe, “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.” For a twelve-year old’s imagination, hopes and dreams, this was not just a step onto the moon, but a step into the heavens. My heart pounded and my mind raced at what promised to be the beginning of a new way of life. My God, we’d just touched the surface of another world. Nothing would ever be the same again. If we could do this then there would be no problems that mankind could not overcome. Overpopulation, famine and war would no longer haunt us. Star Trek had it right all along. We were now free to move among the stars. Surely, it would only be a matter of a few years and there would be a colony on the Moon, then Mars and then beyond our solar system. The expanse of the universe was now our playground. Nothing can hold humanity back. By the end of the week, baseball, fishing, and summer days had pushed the momentous occasion out of my mind.
Without a grand prize
who care if there’s a winner;
humanity lost
I’ve watched Star Trek…I know the space/time continuum is in a forward ever-constant flow…still I wonder why times of joy seem to be over so quickly…while times of sadness move so slow.
For years I was awkward when someone I loved was sad…
I wanted to make their sadness go away.
I would fumble around not knowing what to do…not knowing what to say.
Until I learned from being a friend, a husband a dad…and a granddad…
sometimes, in the midst of a happy life, people need time to be sad.
Perhaps that’s why, after a tragedy…a loss…a misfortune or a death…
time slows down so we can take a moment…to stop…and catch our breath.
A moment to be sad…to come to grips…to try and understand the pain we feel…
to take the time we need to discover our happiness again
to recover…to rebuild…to heal.
Now when someone I love is sad…I hold them tight…
the only words I whisper are, “I’ll never let you go.”
and in the silence of their sadness I allow their tears to flow.
Hoping to shine a little light into their darkness…
to soften or alleviate their fears….
as we float together in a boat….upon their sea of tears.
Offering them a silent smile…a touch…a hug…
hoping from these they will learn
that I will be beside them through their sadness
until their happiness returns.
Letting them know I have all the time in the world
to float with them upon this sea…
For however long it takes…
for however long that may be.
I have a woman.
I’m proud to call her my wife.
Some give theirs’ nicknames, ‘her indoors’ and ‘the trouble and strife’
Now, I have my flaws and they are many and vast.
I think like a man, slowly and ‘at last’!
But my wife asks me to hang the washing out in the rain!
Her argument for using the balustrade and radiators to me seems pretty lame!
They dry out too quickly!
They dry out too fast!
So, while it’s overcast and drizzling the wind will still give them a blast!
Now, I have a chunter as I’m stood outside getting my bald head wet! She says that there’s sense in her logic though I can’t see it being approved by Spock from Star Trek!
If they get wet we can give them a spin! Then wait for some sunshine to hang them out again!
The weather app says it’s going to clear up - so that’s what you’ll do. Get out there in the drizzle and hang the washing out you fool.