Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

(Spock and Bones are sitting in Spock’s quarters as Spock tries to teach Bones how to meditate by focusing the mind through the concentration on the flame of a candle).

Bones: “Ok Spock lets mediate”

Spock: “It’s meditate doctor”

Bones: “I don’t care lets just get started”

Spock: “I suggest a more relaxed approach to allow yourself to fully engage in the process”

Bones: “I am relaxed”

Spock: “I’m merely suggesting a more holistic approach”

Bones: “I’m holistic!”

Spock: “I said holistic and not ballistic doctor”

Bones: ‘a joke Spock?”

Spock: “a comparison”

Bones: “damn it man I have better things to be doing than sitting on my hooch staring into a candle!"

Spock: “It is a flame doctor”

Bones: “Its insane!”

Spock: “The flame represents a controlled subatomic influence. It can settle a mind and achieve a state of equilibrium”

(Bones blows out the candle)

Bones: “how’s that?”

Spock: “shall I light it again?”

Bones: “not unless you want to be set on fire!”

Spock: “I fail to see reference how that would that help the situation?”

Bones: “It wouldn’t Spock but it would be damn funny!”

Spock: “perhaps another time?”

Bones: “not in this life!”

(Bones gets up but trips on a bag falling to the floor)

Bones: “damn it Spock what’s a bag doing on the middle of the damn floor its illogical!”

Spock: “spares doctor”

Bones: “of what man?”

Spock: “candles”

Bones: “you arse!”

Spock: “indeed!”

People live in bubbles now.
Safely in their shell.
Appearing to communicate.
Getting on well.

Witty, charming, intelligent, sweet.
Someone you really want to meet.
Trouble is, and it is a curse.
When you meet...the bubble bursts!

Chekov: “kaptain sensors indicate a wessel approaching”.

Kirk: “a what?”

Chekov: “it is arming veapons!”

Kirk: “what is?”

Chekhov: “the wessel kaptain!”

Kirk: “what’s a wessel?”

(A frustrated Chekhov points to the screen).

Kirk: “Jesus Chekhov it’s an enemy ship RAISE SHIELDS!”

(The Klingon bird of prey fires a torpedo taking out the enterprises shields and weapons).

Kirk: “damn it Chekhov why didn’t you warn us. We’re dead in space!”

Spock: “Captain I believe he did”.

Kirk: “did what?”

Spock: “informed you of the approaching vessel”.

Kirk: “he said wessel”.

Chekhov: “yes kaptain wessel an approaching wessel!”

Kirk: “what's a Wessel?”.

(Spock raises a brow as Chekov begins to write it down!)

End scene

‘THE CHICKEN OR THE EGG’


(Kirk is in a state of panic. The ship has run out of eggs after Scotty set fire to the chickens after his barbeque exploded.

Kirk: “bridge to Scotty”.

Scotty: “woot as at noo sar?

Kirk: “eggs Scotty eggs. You know damn well I never face a day on this ship without my omelettes”.

Scotty: “am doin ma best captain. Ai qannot squeeze aggs oot ma arse sar! Why qant ya replicate yar omelettes?”

Kirk: “if I wanted to eat eggs with no taste I would of made you chef!”

Scotty: “da away crew will be bawk with chickens soon”.

Kirk: “did you say bawk as in chicken?”

Scotty: “captain I dunno wut ta say ya have me walkan on aggshells”.

Kirk: “eggshells? Are you taking the piss Montgomery Scott?”

Spock: “captain perhaps you should sit down”.

Kirk: “give me one reason I should Spock?”

Spock: “perhaps an eggsample?”

Kirk: “can everyone stop saying words with egg in it!”

Bones: “damn it Jim calm down before you eggsplode!”

Kirk: “Christ will you all stop saying eggs!”

Spock: “captain your losing your composure. There’s a simple eggsplanation to your hysteria if you’d just let me eggsplain”.

Bones: “eggscuses eggcuses!”

Spock: “doctor you’re just egging him on”.

Kirk: “can anyone smell chicken?”

End scene

I'll tell you a story I know to be true…
How do I know it?....I’ve lived it, have you?...
‘Poet’ would rhyme here, though it's so abused…
‘Know it,’ it's worse,....context is misused…

Confused yet? Good,.... All excuses refused...
Produce what reduces profuse said abuse...
Deduce what’s produced, now tell me the truth…
Confused again? Better…. I need not your proof…

Most write what is right, it's straight from their hearts…
In part, ‘the reasons,’.......I won't even start…
If not so why would I say what I mention?...
Some write for the process, some write for attention….

Falling fast through a tunnel in space
Spinning and falling picking up the pace
Only darkness – no light along the way
Am I stuck in this black nothing to stay

Suddenly slowing down bit by bit
Peering out - multiple stars lit
Then again spinning and twirling away
Continuing on – no night or day

Finally reaching the outer limits of time
Floating there wondering in my mind
How to return where I came from
Earth - the third planet from the Sun

What is beyond the outer edge of space
Wondering why I was sent to this place
Uncomfortable with being here not knowing
What is beyond and where am I going

Hear ye, hear ye! Ye wretched
Villagers!
Let it be known that
The ' Terrible Three'
Have been captured
And carried off
Kicking and
Screaming. Lol.
They are in our
Pirate ship now
On their way
To Bamboo
Island
We have them
Manning the sails
And swabing the
Deck
And they'll walk
The plank if
They don't get
These dishes
Cleaned up!
We keep them
Sedated with Cafe
Tea and spicy
Bedtime stories
Once upon a time..

Winter Flurry’s turrets stood tall and proud
An illusion in the misty clouds
Princess Kelly knew that was not so
As she looked at it in the blowing snow

Her white dress swirled all around
As the wind blew making a lonely eerie sound
Sadness permeated her soul
As she realized she was all alone

The only royal left to carry on
As she looked over her Kingdom
Her family taken from her in one fell swoop
Caused by an evil greedy Duke

He came from a distance land
Attacking and killing everyone in his path
She escaped and hid in the woods
With a knight wearing a metal hood

They managed to avoid the evil Duke’s army
Until they finished pillaging causing carnage
They took and took until nothing was left
Then marched on leaving the kingdom bereft

Princess Kelly knew she was now in charge
With one lone Knight for a guard
She knew she needed to carry on for those left
That all needed to help pick up the mess

With no time to mourn her great loss
She prayed to God to help her pick up this cross
Thus with the Knight’s faithful help
They rebuilt the Kingdom to great wealth

She became Queen and he King
Across the land wedding bells began to ring
They had children and she had a family again
She and her husband had a long and happy reign

They rebuilt the castle and army stronger
So no attacking forces could plunder
They gave thanks to God every day
For all the blessings that came their way

When you lose your shadow
And forget your dreams
When you step barefoot
On a lego piece
Or mistake shampoo
For a mouthwash rinse
And then blow out bubbles
Not being able to breathe
When it feels like your world
Is falling apart
From the man-made drama
And darts in your heart
Then you know you are tired
And just need a break
To restore your balance
And get your shadow back

The white queen
Naked she stand for all to see
Three Dragons seen
Small in stature

Conquest to full fill
The iron throne she will want
From fire and breath her

Mother's quest
For Drogon hears her mother's breath
From snow to dust to the

unsollied her army march
On ward in slaves freedom
Prevails
Her wanton just the throne she hails her quest her derivatives to

follow her path her love for one
Her down ward fall
Heart broken the thrust of his knife her body lies life taken

Drogons gazes his fires rage throned burned kingdom dead
To drogons home the white queen carried lifeless

Life gone to dragon stone the resurrection my queen to live once more revenge you seek to kill the snow new dragons rise the

white queen lives once more revenge is sweet to live again