Statesboro, GA, USA
Attempting to imagine what kind of poetry Vulcans might wright, I will attempt to go where no man has gone before...
I launched a soaring mission
into farthest bands of distant space,
not looking for anomalies
or planets of eccentric race
that I could study from and learn,
or rogue some high grade fuel to burn.
I'm not the Kirk of "Enterprise",
and neither am I Janeway lost.
But what I seek, desired by me,
I must obtain at any cost.
I've heard galactic rumors
from the milky way to quadrants far,
whispered on the primal Earth
whose grapevines reach the utmost star.
"Those somber pointed eared ones,
Yeah those smartsome rigid weird ones
like that Spock dude on T.V.
are quite adept at poetry."
So ever since my blunt ears heard,
I've been suspended like a bird
that always seeks it's furry pray.
"Real Vulcan Poetry?? NO WAY!"
Yet in my quest I've come across
too many frauds and cheats.
Acrostics by the androids signed "Tuvak"
on scan-lined sheets,
Epics by Cardacians,
And Klingon light verse styles,
Haiku by the Borg, a dime a dozen
through the miles.
I do wonder if I'll ever find this mystic
for which I've journeyed countless parsecs
splayed through space and time.
But when I do, I hope I'll not be disappointed sore,
sulkin', reading Vulcan poetry yet wanting more
than that which sage faced "DATA" might appreciate supreme.
And it would stand to logic seeing what was in my recent dream. . .
I saw a warthog slumped inside my head.
(Note how he slumbers.)
For Neelix just can't hang with Vulcan rhymes composed with NUMBERS!!!!
your poetry doth ROCK!!!!
67484965 83467498767 34957348975934857 598577557 609686
43908758975 509584304968349068 409683469084-2 5098690568
3-458430598345908 <-------(ENJAMBMENT) or (EARJAMbment?)
[This message has been edited by Stephanos (edited 01-27-2001).]