Trekkie poems on Hello Poetry

Paul Butters Aug 2015

I took her for some fish and chips,
We had a reight good time.
The two of us kept locking lips,
It really int a crime.

But then she saw this pilot bloke:
It really wasn’t fair.
Though I’m a super Trekkie clerk,
She saw me as a square.

What she saw in him I’ll never know,
There really was no reason.
But off she went with him, oh no!
It felt just like a treason.

Those fish and chips are getting cold,
With no-one there to eat ‘em.
Them mushy peas have gone to waste, be told,
But she prefers to cheat ‘em.

There are more fish in the sea they say,
And now I’m talking females.
Every dog will have his day,
I’d better watch my emails.

Paul Butters

A humorous love poem!

#love #frustration #food #fish #humour #trekkie #yorkshire

Pieter Andries Christiaan Jun 2014

Nog een ... 'n semi-kaapse suicide note

Nog net een trekkie
dan nip ek hom nou.
Ek belowe voor skemer
sal ek ook ophou.
Ophou wat?
Ophou bid?
Ophou smeek?
Ophou om die maan te krater
-te breek?

Nee man net nog ene
voor sy kom.
Die maan en haar blinkers
en haar pikgiet swart blom.
Die rokie streel my kolle
en strepe ,- my seer.
Dan kan ek lekker slaap.

Nog een tretjie voor
die nag my kom haal.
Nog net een tretjie
voor ek moet besin
oor die moeilike tye
en vir my sondes betaal.

Die nag wat ons almal op
die highway van die lewe kaap.
Nog 'n ou entjie
voor ek ook gaan slaap.

loric Apr 2016

Trekkie African Haiku

African Night

Blood moon, huge and slow
Winks at me with different face
Unhurried ascent

No man made light shouts
Stars without competition
The show is theirs whole

Off in the distance
The sound of heaven rings out
Sung by hutted friends

Loud and unfettered
Unaware of audience
Harmonies in full

To the creator
An offering lifted up
With full abandon

On the horizon
My eyes find burning camp fires
Of communal song

Standing next to me
I nudge the elbow of God
And whisper softly,

“Can you hear all that?
That ancient fragrant music?”
He waited a beat.

The songs still in full
A smile colored his voice
“I know,” he replied.

“With the joy of life
They offer this every night,
And I’m always here.

Tonight, I share it.”
My wet tears of gratitude
Became one with earth.

My ears overwhelmed,
I yearned for another sense
To engage it more:

To taste or smell it
And have it be part of me
Attached forever.

So God and I stood
With the stillness of listening
Aware of glory

I don’t know how long;
Time tried its normal counting
But we hid from it

Standing still
And we drank it together.
Temba, his arms wide.

Johnny Noiπ Jun 2018

literary trekkie

one of things        I enjoy most           about
            watching old Star                   Trek
   re-runs                           besides the skimpy,                  revealing costumes
   on th                         e femal                                               e crew & ra ndy
alien women
                is when they
                                                 mention or are
                                       seen
               enjoying looking at
                   works of art from         different                            regions of space;            as if space      aliens
                                     wrote poetry &
                   novels        &                                    made paintings
   & sculpture;        sometime                                 somewhere
;                   do u really think aliens                           from
                                  space or parallel                                      dimensions
                                will know                    or care about       art or literature ; let alone    *******,         which they might  even                         perceiv e   as a                           weapon!        so it would seem
                  there  will               some                day                                                      be the                                           greatest              poet of
                                                              mars & the moon

Johnny Noiπ Jul 2018

Trekkie Priest [for KDF]

Father McGowan inveterate [                ], [  ], [         ]
Star Trek fan,                       goes     to the convention
in pointed  rubber ears              & wearing his clerical        collar;
he isn't gay but the                      nerdy girls in skimpy
space-age                               costumes  & body paint,
think it's fun to                       get a rise out
of the respectable              prelate who surprises them
w/ fluent Klingon: the                    hotel room
where he wakes up praying;         the two
Romulans     from Ohio                                           passed out drunk;               one no more XXXXXX - ***'s [XXXXXX]
than a young          teenager,
                     the other appearing to be      her mother;
Father McGowan blesses them       &             gets off
the floor; he's       fitting on his collar
                 when the Romulan mother
wakes up searching [        ]  for a drink & another round
of heavy petting
                    [today is Sunday]
        he says [do u want the Eucharist?]
     [I've never heard it called that before]
               she said, going on her knees

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