Poetry: Daleks

Another 9th grade assignment. I was new to the world of Doctor Who (it's an awesome world), and I had to do something related. This is some of my thoughts on the Daleks. If you don't know what they are or where they're from, watch the show oh my gosh it's the best show in the universe. (Don't forget the Classic show either. It's incredible.)

Bleached beneath the cadaverous moon
A slavering network of nightmare machines
Clacking and rasping, screaming and gasping
The gap-toothed skyline's a strangled smokescreen.

Dragged to a deadlock, the stricken old planet
Skulks and struggles its way 'round its sun
Blasted and shattering, dastardly sinners
Stained that world, all its goodness is gone.

Heartless cacodaemons trapped in their own
Pitfalls – their blasphemous struggle for power –
They sought to be God, to be ruling on high
But their self-exultation brought their darkest hour.

Armor protects from danger, it's true,
Sealing one off from the sword and the strife
Yes, death is kept out, but you are kept in –
Invincible, alone – it's no kind of life.

As over the ages these despots became
The blasted stagnation of hate they are now
They tore out their hearts, love makes you vulnerable
Sealed off from all others, none hear them howl.

Their world lost its life yet still rattles on
Skinless, the bones and muscles bleed bare
Skaro's rage yelled in steel and iron and flames
Thrashing and cackling, king of nowhere.

Threshing all others, a blitzkrieg of hatred
Abandoned by tyrants, their planet spins on
Cavorting and lashing to a bloody strathspey
Birthplace of death, city of night's dawn.

Ravagers pillaging far-flung and wide,
Find every spark and hammer it our
When all else is gone we still shall live on
Emperor of nothing, empire built on doubt.

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Locked away in your cold antechamber
Planning and plotting how best to oil,
Murderer of millions, unable to love –
Yet I cannot hate you, I pity you still.

Poetry: Iambic

Another 9th grade poetry assignment. Sweet.

All things created are possessed of beauty but

Not all can see – complexity and artistry,

Descendants of the Eden garden, every one

Is handiwork of God above. Although we are

All fallen, still reflections of the Maker's mind

Will shine through sin and shadows to the hearts of men

Enlightening and brightening our sorry minds,

A little light unhidden by the dark of night.

Poetry: Sonnet

In 9th grade we had a bunch of poetry assignments, which I really enjoyed. I got my rusty poetry gears turning, and most of the results were slightly more than OK. Yay.

Sonnet: Iambic Pentameter, ABAB BCBC DD form

I used to live so safe and calm right here
inside my cardboard box, brown paper fold
My life: routine, predictable, no fear.
But now I'm being called to become bold,

Break the pattern I have had of old
Embark into the wilderness, chill void
Into the dark, the wild ocean rolled
However, I have been given a choice.

The path of least resistance has a voice
Beseeching me to safely stay at home
But the dangerous stormy wilds rejoice
With awful joy I long to call my own.

The choice to stay: my fearful soul is prone
To want to choose the wide safe-seeming way
But all my life I'll rue it if I don't
Snatch that glorious chance this fateful day.

Jump now or else I'mm change my frightened mind,
Spread newfound wings and leap into the night.

Poetry: Colored Storms

black storms, blue fire
roar power, sing ire

grey storms, white fire
cold skies, worlds tire

white storms, gold fire
heaven invasion, warrior choir

red storms, black fire
chaos rages, lost crier

orange storms, teal fire
tropical euan, planets' byre

yellow storms, copper fire
rampant joy, living pyre

green storms, sunlight fire
life stampeding, joyful briar

blue storms, clear fire
timeless peace, serene flyer

violet storms, ivory fire
artifact treasure, gorgeous mire


empty storms, destroying fire
rebellion's root, father liar –

glory storms, joyful fire
loving loveless, rising higher.

Poetry: Dragon Dream (Sun)

When I was, say, 12 and 13, I was good at poetry. Insanely good. SO GOOD. No, you don't understand. Like, so good, that now when I read it I'm actually really impressed. I don't know what happened. But… needless to say, I have completely lost my touch. I guess my muse got disgusted with me and left. Darn it all. But here's a thingy that I wrote about an awesome dream that I had. (Okay, it just occurred to me that I have had two dreams with dragons in them – one like the sun, and one like the moon. Whoa, man. May have to write on them later.) The meter and style was probably based on Beowulf (Seamus Heaney's translation). I love that old thing, I really do.

a vast circle of grass expectantly watching
quelled, quiet, ordinary, waiting on wonder
patient, tame, simple, able to wait for ages
The prayer of the silent place's heart
unexpectedly granted.

Dragon. Wide-winged flamecaller, hanging huge
above the blinded plain, blazing with light
Sun's glory streaming between every scale
White rays blasting the unaccustomed land
Pounding firesong dazzling earth-dwellers,
who cower before the daunting beams.
Suspended glorious mediator of earth
and sky, the serpent, solemn and strong,
angelic messenger – who knows of which master? –
opens shining jaws and speaks,
Loud words spoken in an ancient tongue of angels,
roaring a language no son of man now knows,
prophesying, warning, white-scaled face stern
and proud, not knowing human feeling.

Then sudden as it came
The wyrm, full to brimful
With light unearthly
Vanished traceless from sight and from sound
Gone. Left as fast as had come, and
none on earth the wiser for the
winged serpent's arcane foretelling.
The blue sky calm as if never a frame
of luminous dragon had troubled its tent
all is as ordinary as the grass and
the plain – wish granted – for the moment –
familiar again.



So yeah, it's not totally spectacular, but I like it.

Planetary bros

Really, though… who's to say that aliens don't exist?

God could perfectly well have created living beings on other planets without telling us about them.

I don't see why the idea of extraterrestrials is abhorrent to a lot of Christians. Admittedly, I may be missing something big about why, from a Biblical viewpoint, they shouldn't exist; if so, please elaborate, potential readers/commenters. I wanna get things straight, and if I'm super wide of the mark please correct me (book, chapter, and verse, please), but from my limited knowledge and experience, I find no Christian problem with the existence of aliens.

They might not even be biological creatures at all. What if they're like angels? Completely insensible by our material faculties, not able to be measures by the instruments we've got, but all the same, living, rational beings. They could be a completely different form of life than we're used to. Angels don't fully fit our neat little Criteria for Life (organization, maintenance of homeostasis, growth/development, energy processing, response to environment, and reproductive capabilities, if you're wondering… bad biology student, you), but God still recognizes them as living beings. He created them for life in a world different than the normal plane of human experience. What if aliens are like that?

Yeah, I may not have the most trustworthy say on such matters, but that's what I think, based on my beliefs and experiences. Yes, I think it's possible there are other creatures out there besides us Tellurians. I'm not saying there are for sure. But there could be, no? It's something to think about. Maybe even to write about.

Stepping out of the door

Oh, man. Did I just start a bloge? (Yeah. A bloge. That's what they're called.) I think I did. I wonder how this'll go. Seeing as it's 1:26 am, I seem to be off to a great start.

Given my inability to actually talk out loud to other human beings, maybe blogein' about thoughts'n'life will help me get my mental ducks in a row.

I shall attempt not to be too scatterbrained. Erm. I hope these interwebual ramblings are intelligible to others of my species. (But who knows, maybe some aliens are reading this too. Yo, out there. Tell the Doctor I said hi.)