Okay, these were written for a specific person and not really intended for public consumption. However, for a BORG CUBE(!!!) I will bare my soul. There are three sonnets, written in iambic pentameter. Here's hoping the judges like classic, formal verse:
Sonnet: Upon leaving my love to attend college
A warning dawn leaks sanguine through my mind with brewing threats of swiftly rolling hours, with flashes of the sadness we shall find when time pours down on mine and yours, not ours. And closer than feels safe the rumblings sound out dolor for two hearts, haplessly marked to be beneath those loudly pitch days drowned, or lose themselves in gusts of love unmarked. But we would fain these rueful winds defy by crescent hope rooted in certainty that weathered storms will love intensify, that time will water our magnanimity. Each drop of time upon my lonely brow will, to its torment, watch my fondness grow.
Sonnet: Enduring the time at college, away from my love
Beneath down-pouring days, I trudge my thoughts in search of rest from hope-eroding hours that gathered in the clouds of choices wrought and now rush thickly from those gloomy towers. And with each step, I stumble with my fears as lonely moments crash before my eyes and rumble sorrow though my straining ears, redoubling Time's cruel storms my love defies. But on I struggle through the blinding roar, sustained by knowledge of your biding heart, reminded of the love we shared before and will again when no longer apart. For, just beyond the darkness and the hours, I feel my outstretched hand still clasped in yours.
Sonnet: returning home to my love
The dew blankets the quiet morning now like fire from creeping dawn, and clouds cold, white and still belie the long, hope-drenching row they thundered overhead that coal-dark night we were apart. Today the hours we spend together touch your cheek like morning rays among the shading leaves of life and lend their moments of light to ever brighter days. And brighter still, the path that winds ahead to denser distance, hiding future bends that, walked with you, no matter where it led would be for me my heart's desired end. For time, which was my torment once before, with you is now my joy forevermore.
"It's Valentine's, Crusher," said Picard
"I want you tonight to lower your guard"
"Ok sir," said Wesley, as soon as he heard
When Jean-Luc saw him, he only said "merde"
In my mind I see a light,
I reach out for it from the dark,
As much as I try I cannot take hold,
As I gaze in wonder at its beauty,
Night after Night I hope,
I think this is the night,
I think this is my time,
To grab hold of that light,
To pull it in close,
And know I hold in my hands,
That most precious of all things,
The love of someone special.
Ever since I was an Ensign,
I've flown ships large and small.
From Vulcan down to Risa
I must have seen them all.
But I ain't seen nothing like him
In any Cryp-tic info...
That Trekkie-headed Nerd kid
Sure plays a mean S-T-O!
He flies through every venue,
Becomes part of the view-screen.
Beating all the escorts
He's always leveling.
He plays a Klingon hero
A warrior, blazing.
That Trekkie-headed Nerd kid
Sure plays a mean S-T-O!
He's a S-T-O Wizard
There has got to be a gist.
An S-T-O Wizard
Plays with an Iron Fist.
How do you think he does it?
I don't know.
What makes him so good?
He ain't got no aversions.
Won't stop for gravity wells.
Don't ever get between him
and his glorious trek to hell.
Always has his bat'leth
To kill and maim them slow.
That Trekkie-headed Nerd kid,
Sure plays a mean S-T-O.
I thought I was
The Cryptic Klingon king.
But I just handed
My baldric sash to him.
Even with my favorite starship
He can beat me at my best.
He comes in guns a blazing
And his macro's do the rest.
He's got polarons and phasers
I've never seen him blow...
That Trekkie-headed Nerd kid
Sure plays a mean S-T-O!
He's a S-T-O Wizard
There has got to be a gist.
An S-T-O Wizard
Always plays with an Iron Fist.
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STO Member since February 2009. I Was A Trekkie Before It Was Cool ... Sept. 8th, 1966 ... Not To Mention Before Most Folks Around Here Were Born! Forever a STO Veteran-Minion
muv cha' laH'e' ghommeH pa' chlm. jISaq chal qaStaHvIS tlhlv je Sobogh muSHa'ghach. vegh qlb pong pong Hov. not, petaQ HIHIvqa',. not, petaQ chargh,. not 'e' luj Hoch latlh jatlhqa'
Two souls join together in the void. The heavens weep in the purity of thier love. The stars call thier names through the galaxy. Never to be vanquished. Never to be conquered. Never to be lost to each other again.
Ever since I was an Ensign,
I've flown ships large and small.
From Vulcan down to Risa
I must have seen them all.
But I ain't seen nothing like him
In any Cryptic info...
That Trekkie-headed Nerd kid
Sure plays a mean S-T-O! ...
Starships in orbit and shuttles on missions.
Bright colored workbees on short expeditions.
Dry-docks awaiting with long stretched-out wings.
These are a few of my S-T-O things.
Light-Blue Andorians and Klingons so brutal.
Vulcans and Humans, Ferengi with jewels.
Betaziod telepaths hold Tribbles with bling.
These are a few of my S-T-O things.
Phasers and Photons explode in bright flashes.
Bat'leths and Lirpa's are used in close clashes.
Quantum torpedoes that rule like great kings.
These are a few of my S-T-O things.
When the servers crash, then the forums sing, when it all seems lost.
I simply remember my S-T-O things and then I blame, Mi-cro-soft.
STO Member since February 2009. I Was A Trekkie Before It Was Cool ... Sept. 8th, 1966 ... Not To Mention Before Most Folks Around Here Were Born! Forever a STO Veteran-Minion
Anti-protons are Red
Coalition beams are Blue
We've been through a lot
me and you
From Klingons to Borg
I would be lost without you
So let us remember
on this very special day
I couldn't do it without you
my Yamato Dreadnought
and all the others too.
Valentine's Day might is quite a fitting time to tell you, Laughing Trendy, that you're a real cutie! Especially with that high-end mug of yours (office picture on Twitter). I was always too shy to say that, so yeah, I did it now.
"Everything about the Jham'Hadar is lethal!" - Eris
Original Join Date: January 30th, 2010
Rose's are Green Pedal's are Green Hell Stem's are Green Borg is Green Cubes are Green Hell Green Beans are Green Pea's are also Green! Apples are Green! Even the Breen are Green! Swig swag swig swag I'm Green I'm Green I'm Green I'm Green I'm Green I'm the Green Gaint!
But wait there's more!
Rose's are Green Pedal's are Green Hell Stem's are Green Borg is Green Cubes are Green Hell Green Beans are Green Pea's are also Green! Apples are Green! Even the Breen are Green! Hell Even 4 Chan is Green! I'm Green I'm Green I'm Green I'm Green I'm Green I'm the Grass your on!
Why?
Because I'm Green! The Gaint with the Green thumb! The Gaint you should fall in luv with!
She Moves In Beauty: Ode on an Elachi Dreadnaught
With apologies to Lord Byron
She moves, grim beauty, across the night
of a galaxy clouded with starry skies
and fearsome foes die dark and bright
before her aspect and my eyes
thus mellowed to a more tender fight
which their software to their kind denies.
As we lay on the path that split in two
I thought and I pondered about me and you
The time we have had has been but bliss
However in your eyes I know only this
Our paths have been set in the mystery of time
For one path is yours and the other mine
So I sit here and put off the inevitable end
For I know sooner or later I will lose you my friend
Time is ongoing, however I fear
So at this point I must leave you my dear
And set off on my journey through the path set before
Though we may meet again, on heavens great shore.
As I lie here at night,
I hear silence and see only darkness.
But I close my eyes,
I am suddenly engulfed in light,
the light which radiates from you.
From your shimmering hair,
to the glimmering of your eyes.
As you draw nearer,
the chill of the night melts away.
And as the warmth and serenity surrounds me,
I open my eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse,
only to be greeted by the darkness
and silence once again.
But this time,
I still feel your warmth and security,
for I know that on the morrow,
I will once again have you in my arms
holding you tight against me.
My one true love.
My love you fight borgs like a D class ship your skill is too big i want to say i love you soo much true the space and galaxy i will be always with you my love please let me be your valentine i will make u happy with my tasty pie i will be your valentine
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Sonnet: Upon leaving my love to attend college
A warning dawn leaks sanguine through my mind
with brewing threats of swiftly rolling hours,
with flashes of the sadness we shall find
when time pours down on mine and yours, not ours.
And closer than feels safe the rumblings sound
out dolor for two hearts, haplessly marked
to be beneath those loudly pitch days drowned,
or lose themselves in gusts of love unmarked.
But we would fain these rueful winds defy
by crescent hope rooted in certainty
that weathered storms will love intensify,
that time will water our magnanimity.
Each drop of time upon my lonely brow
will, to its torment, watch my fondness grow.
Sonnet: Enduring the time at college, away from my love
Beneath down-pouring days, I trudge my thoughts
in search of rest from hope-eroding hours
that gathered in the clouds of choices wrought
and now rush thickly from those gloomy towers.
And with each step, I stumble with my fears
as lonely moments crash before my eyes
and rumble sorrow though my straining ears,
redoubling Time's cruel storms my love defies.
But on I struggle through the blinding roar,
sustained by knowledge of your biding heart,
reminded of the love we shared before
and will again when no longer apart.
For, just beyond the darkness and the hours,
I feel my outstretched hand still clasped in yours.
Sonnet: returning home to my love
The dew blankets the quiet morning now
like fire from creeping dawn, and clouds cold, white
and still belie the long, hope-drenching row
they thundered overhead that coal-dark night
we were apart. Today the hours we spend
together touch your cheek like morning rays
among the shading leaves of life and lend
their moments of light to ever brighter days.
And brighter still, the path that winds ahead
to denser distance, hiding future bends
that, walked with you, no matter where it led
would be for me my heart's desired end.
For time, which was my torment once before,
with you is now my joy forevermore.
In my native language - Polish
This poem from time i start play STO is about STO too... i love this game!
I slowly learned to womanise
Today is Valentine's, my dear
Get your fat TRIBBLE over here
Violets are not
Raktajino is brown
Tea. Earl Grey. Hot.
"It's Valentine's, Crusher," said Picard
"I want you tonight to lower your guard"
"Ok sir," said Wesley, as soon as he heard
When Jean-Luc saw him, he only said "merde"
violets are blue,
please give me those star-ships,
they look really cool.
In this cold night I offer you my stove
It has no wires or batteries
But it definitely plugs in.
In my mind I see a light,
I reach out for it from the dark,
As much as I try I cannot take hold,
As I gaze in wonder at its beauty,
Night after Night I hope,
I think this is the night,
I think this is my time,
To grab hold of that light,
To pull it in close,
And know I hold in my hands,
That most precious of all things,
The love of someone special.
The depths of deep space,
Silence fills my lonely heart
Your smile brings me warmth
"S.T.O. Wizard"
(sung to the tune "Pinball Wizard")
Ever since I was an Ensign,
I've flown ships large and small.
From Vulcan down to Risa
I must have seen them all.
But I ain't seen nothing like him
In any Cryp-tic info...
That Trekkie-headed Nerd kid
Sure plays a mean S-T-O!
He flies through every venue,
Becomes part of the view-screen.
Beating all the escorts
He's always leveling.
He plays a Klingon hero
A warrior, blazing.
That Trekkie-headed Nerd kid
Sure plays a mean S-T-O!
He's a S-T-O Wizard
There has got to be a gist.
An S-T-O Wizard
Plays with an Iron Fist.
How do you think he does it?
I don't know.
What makes him so good?
He ain't got no aversions.
Won't stop for gravity wells.
Don't ever get between him
and his glorious trek to hell.
Always has his bat'leth
To kill and maim them slow.
That Trekkie-headed Nerd kid,
Sure plays a mean S-T-O.
I thought I was
The Cryptic Klingon king.
But I just handed
My baldric sash to him.
Even with my favorite starship
He can beat me at my best.
He comes in guns a blazing
And his macro's do the rest.
He's got polarons and phasers
I've never seen him blow...
That Trekkie-headed Nerd kid
Sure plays a mean S-T-O!
He's a S-T-O Wizard
There has got to be a gist.
An S-T-O Wizard
Always plays with an Iron Fist.
I Was A Trekkie Before It Was Cool ... Sept. 8th, 1966 ... Not To Mention Before Most Folks Around Here Were Born!
Forever a STO Veteran-Minion
Two souls join together in the void. The heavens weep in the purity of thier love. The stars call thier names through the galaxy. Never to be vanquished. Never to be conquered. Never to be lost to each other again.
Awesome!
Jolan'tru... RRF Captain Cybyl
MY S.T.O. THINGS
(obvious tune used...)
Starships in orbit and shuttles on missions.
Bright colored workbees on short expeditions.
Dry-docks awaiting with long stretched-out wings.
These are a few of my S-T-O things.
Light-Blue Andorians and Klingons so brutal.
Vulcans and Humans, Ferengi with jewels.
Betaziod telepaths hold Tribbles with bling.
These are a few of my S-T-O things.
Phasers and Photons explode in bright flashes.
Bat'leths and Lirpa's are used in close clashes.
Quantum torpedoes that rule like great kings.
These are a few of my S-T-O things.
When the servers crash, then the forums sing, when it all seems lost.
I simply remember my S-T-O things and then I blame, Mi-cro-soft.
I Was A Trekkie Before It Was Cool ... Sept. 8th, 1966 ... Not To Mention Before Most Folks Around Here Were Born!
Forever a STO Veteran-Minion
Coalition beams are Blue
We've been through a lot
me and you
From Klingons to Borg
I would be lost without you
So let us remember
on this very special day
I couldn't do it without you
my Yamato Dreadnought
and all the others too.
Original Join Date: January 30th, 2010
Andorians are blue,
These poems aren't funny.
Shut up, Q.
Dilithium is blue
Neither run my heart
Quite like you do.
Pedal's are Green
Hell
Stem's are Green
Borg is Green
Cubes are Green
Hell
Green Beans are Green
Pea's are also Green!
Apples are Green!
Even the Breen are Green!
Swig
swag
swig
swag
I'm Green
I'm Green
I'm Green
I'm Green
I'm Green
I'm the Green Gaint!
But wait there's more!
Rose's are Green
Pedal's are Green
Hell
Stem's are Green
Borg is Green
Cubes are Green
Hell
Green Beans are Green
Pea's are also Green!
Apples are Green!
Even the Breen are Green!
Hell
Even 4 Chan is Green!
I'm Green
I'm Green
I'm Green
I'm Green
I'm Green
I'm the Grass your on!
Why?
Because I'm Green!
The Gaint with the Green thumb!
The Gaint you should fall in luv with!
Why?
Cause I'm so Green!
#GreenGaint on twitter!!!
When the nights last star fall from the univers, the earth will fall but my love to you will never dissapear.
The sun may fall everyday,
Mountains may crumble overnight,
But my love for you is everbright.
Our battle space blooms
like marigolds, oh beloved
Elachi Dreadnaught!
With apologies to Lord Byron
She moves, grim beauty, across the night
of a galaxy clouded with starry skies
and fearsome foes die dark and bright
before her aspect and my eyes
thus mellowed to a more tender fight
which their software to their kind denies.
“Everything reminds me of you”
As i walk along the sands of Vulcan I think of the golden waterfall of hair that sweeps you shoulders and how lucky i am that you’re with me.
The Captain says ‘Take two paces to your right, you’re standing in a stream of Sehlat Cat pee’
As we fly between the moons of Andros I see the light curves of your face with features truly heaven sent.
The Captain says ‘Man that meteor made a dent’.
As we walk in the Lankap mountains I see your soft mouth, bright teeth with a light breath held at the opening.
The Captain says ‘Look at the size of that cave up ahead, anything living it that could use us as a seasoning’
Exploring a Class L planet I see the slip of your back and dents of your spine carved into the features of the desert sand upshoots.
The Captain says ‘With this razergrass growing everywhere I’m switching to my armoured boots.
Taking samples from the red jungle on Nibiru I see the strong upright of your legs following a swim standing absorbing the warm sun and windblown.
The Captain says ‘Right here for camp, these weak twisted logs will blow down on their own’
As we walk through the fields and vibrating grasses of Iota Geminorum IV I hear the soft tones of your voice as it rolls over your lower lip.
The Captain says ‘if you step on another Tribble, i’m beaming you back to the ship’
So as often as we are apart know that thinking of you is where my mind goes.
The Captain says ‘pay attention Ensign, you’ve missed with the last twelve torpedoes’
@Wisecasper
Non-faction Ship Bridge Collector and Junk Hauler with alt-itis
Contact in-game to add your fleet to a casual, friendly Armada
I thought and I pondered about me and you
The time we have had has been but bliss
However in your eyes I know only this
Our paths have been set in the mystery of time
For one path is yours and the other mine
So I sit here and put off the inevitable end
For I know sooner or later I will lose you my friend
Time is ongoing, however I fear
So at this point I must leave you my dear
And set off on my journey through the path set before
Though we may meet again, on heavens great shore.
Declaration: We are the Borg. You meatbags will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.
Eager Request: Resistance will be met with extreme prejudice. *charges rifle* Please, resist.
Be as may you wish
For the light of your candle
Has gone in the wind
Be for us inspiration
Of a better tomorrow
Be for us well remebered
Even with some sorrows
May you be our friend
As i will always be
Because you will be remembered
As long as i live.
For Spock
I hear silence and see only darkness.
But I close my eyes,
I am suddenly engulfed in light,
the light which radiates from you.
From your shimmering hair,
to the glimmering of your eyes.
As you draw nearer,
the chill of the night melts away.
And as the warmth and serenity surrounds me,
I open my eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse,
only to be greeted by the darkness
and silence once again.
But this time,
I still feel your warmth and security,
for I know that on the morrow,
I will once again have you in my arms
holding you tight against me.
My one true love.
Mccoy is blue
For this Valentine
Be my Kirk
;)