From: petersm@jacobs.CS.ORST.EDU (Marguerite Petersen)
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
Subject: TOS Shakespearean Sonnets - Repost
Date: 28 Dec 92 00:54:34 GMT
Organization: Computer Science Outreach Services - Oregon State University
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In the spirit of the Season and since there doesn't seem to be much new
creative work being posted at present I am reposting my TOS Shakespearean
Sonnets as my gift to you, the readers. (I have also received a few requests) 
These sonnets are written as acrostics (first letter of each line spells out
the title of each poem.)  For those who prefer TNG I am currently working
on Sonnets for them.  Enjoy!!!



     Just watch him swing so brave into the fray
     As warlike Klingons pour from out their lair,
     Midst all the tricks that time and space can play,
     Each episode he ends with tidy hair.
     So listen while I tell you of this star;
     True grit he has if ever man possessed.
     Keen paladin; he boldly roves afar
     In his galactic, Enterprising quest.
     Round asteroids and satellites he steers,
     Kills only if there's no alternate plan,
     Calls friend a being with outlandish ears
     And hesitates to censure any man.
          Perhaps he's just a fiction writer's dream,
          T'is sure he does not fit the present scheme.

                                Marguerite K.A. Petersen
                                July 1979               




          Severe of face and lean of form is he
          Calm voice while others rage with indecision.
          In robot tones reports what scanners see
          Especially when faced with dire collision.
          Now some may say he looks much like a devil
          Cold demeanor and those "Pointy" ears.
          Elf-like I call them, not a sign of evil.
          Of late a Puckish humour now appears.
          For me this Human-Vulcan sends a warning,
          For any who will try to understand.
          In all our contacts with our fellow beings,
          Consider too the complex inner man.
               Extend the Five Year Mission on Forever?
               Right on! Say I.  We must FORGET SPOCK NEVER.

                                Marguerite K.A. Petersen
                                March 3, 1991 


          Do Listen while I tell you of this man
          Real Love for All that Lives, resides within.
          Long hours spent on doing all he can,
          End Pain, his goal for every living thing.
          Oft times a lively irritant is he
          No Being free from his verbose barrage.
          And rages 'gainst disease, stupidity;
          Responsible for all within his charge.
          Dour-faced, yet there's his sparkling wit and charm.
          Mere females never have the slightest chance.
          combined with ageless grace, a proferred arm,
          Can they be blamed for wanting a romance?
               Of all the things I'd love to hear him say;
               "Y'all come back now, hear?"  I have today!

                                Marguerite K.A. Petersen
                                May 7, 1991    


          His flying fingers blur on the controls
          Expert at steering that great ship in space
          Languidly he executes a roll
          Maybe with that quick grin upon his face.
          So many hours hatching bizarre schemes
          Most never ever see the light of day
          And yet he hears, inevitably, it seems
          "Now Sulu! Get us out of here some way!"
          He's always ready to display his skill
          In swordplay, he's a master of the art.
          Kindred soul to Samurai he will
          Attempt defense of all who own his heart.
               Roam on, Hikaru, with you we will see
               Unceasing wonders thru the Galaxy!

                                Marguerite K.A. Petersen
                                March 13, 1991




          No one is quite as expert as this man,
          At plotting courses through the Galaxy.
          Vast distances computed on command.
          In all he does a great vitality. 
          Great pride in heritage resides within.
          At times revealed with humor, quick and strong.
          "That came from Mother Russia first, Keptin." 
          Of course we always know that he is wrong.
          Rash boldness mixed with boyish charm has he
          Perhaps too quick to jump into the fray.
          And when his Captain sighs despairingly
          Visions of leadership seem far away.
               Expect real loyalty to ship and crew.
               Long life to Chekov.  We remember you.

                                Marguerite K.A. Petersen
                                July 15, 1991



          Come hither look and sultry voice has she
          Of that no one could help but be aware.
          Mistaken those who look but do not see
          Much more to her than lovely face and hair.
          Uhura is a valued one of those
          Nomadic heroes streaking thru the skies.
          Intent upon her work; with languid pose
          Contact with Starfleet she maintains or tries.
          At times of stress with regal calm she waits
          To follow orders from her captain, dear.
          In dealing with the crew affection rates
          On some occasions singing we do hear. 
               Now if we but remember flashing smile.
               She will return to us for just awhile.

                                Marguerite K.A. Petersen
                                August 12, 1991           







          Come listen while I tell you of this man
          Of skill and talent he has more than most
          Midst chaos he just says he knows he can
          Maybe in half the time and that's no boast.
          A watchful loving hand with his poor bairns
          No father ever had a prouder eye 
          Destroy his Engines? One soon quickly learns;
          Expect the worst for those who even try!
          Rewards are few, the hours hot and long
          Still he persists and gives it all he has.
          Content to listen to his engines'song
          Or now & then to hoist a whiskey glass.
               Toast with me now and give a rousing Cheer,
               To Scotty! Enterprise's Engineer!

                                Marguerite K.A. Petersen
                                May 8, 1991






          No one need ever worry when she's near.
          Uses her skills to render aid to all
          Rests only when her patient's in the clear 
          Submissive only to her duty's call.
          Ever ready at the Doctor's side
          Cool demeanor as she works with him
          However there is much that she does hide.
          Real warmth she has if we but look within.
          In love with one who did abandon her
          She works to give herself some time to heal.
          Towards a certain Vulcan feelings stir  
          In spite of which she never will reveal.
               No-one could ever take your place it's true.
               Ever loyal Chapel we love you!

                                Marguerite K.A. Petersen
                                September 1991





          Come listen while I tell you of this man
          Real visionary of a future time,
          Enriching all our lives.  We never can
          Allow ourselves to ever stop the climb.
          To boldly go where none have gone before
          Inspired us to strive, achieve the best.
          Vast distances in space?  But even more
          Expanded tolerance must be our quest.
          Gene Roddenberry set us on this road.
          Eventually a harmony attained.
          Now as before we have a heavy load
          Infinite diversity our gain.
               Unless we go with open hearts and minds
               Severe a future for all humankind.

                                Marguerite K.A. Petersen
                                October 25, 1991
     A tribute In Memorium to Gene Roddenberry, The Great Bird of
the Galaxy.    


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"Insufficient facts always invites danger, Captain."- Spock in Space Seed
	Marg Petersen	petersm@jacobs.cs.orst.edu
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