Doctor Bashir, I Presume
By Kari Raines @ TrekGirl2000@netscape.net
This is just a poem I wrote for a scool project over a year ago. I just thought I would post it
here for the hell of it. If you read it, enjoy and feel free to review. Constructive criticism
only! =)
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In a time not so far away,
There I sat in a Paris sidewalk cafe.
The summer was new and
The skies were the most glorious shade of blue.
I sipped my French vanilla coffee and gazed at
The flowers---all shades of pink and blue and yellow,
When there approached before me the most liveliest fellow.
He came towards my table where I was all alone
And asked me where all my colleagues had gone.
He spoke with the most gentlest of voice,
And his lips were glinting with the barest bit of moist.
A beautiful British accent was his.
He asked me my name, but I replied I first wanted his.
"Bashir," was his cheerful response, "Julian Bashir."
Handsome he did appear,
With his uniform of gray and black.
Graceful charm he did not lack.
The blue of his undershirt told he was a man of science,
And not simply a common flirt.
On his collar a pair of pips he did wear,
An indication of his rank as a lieutenant were the pair.
Exuberant and cheerful was his way.
He searched for goodness in each passing day.
Tall and thin was he,
With a zest for life one could clearly see.
His skin was the color of bronze
And his eyes were as dark and sincere as could be.
He told of how he had traveled far,
And arrived in France for a vacation from the stars.
Bright and intelligent he surely did seem,
So I asked him what he truly did mean.
I came to learn that he was a physician,
And that he practiced medicine in a far away solar system.
Like a true gentleman,
He took my hand and gave it an elegant kiss.
I asked him what about the stars he very much missed.
He replied he missed the stars themselves,
And the red dust of Mars.
In his elegant manner,
He inquired if I would like to go for a walk in the park.
Politely I refused, saying it was getting too dark.
Charmingly kind, he replied that he understood.
He suggested we meet tomorrow evening, only if I could.
I agreed it would be lovely,
And I thanked the stars above me.
If only Doctor Julian Bashir could stay,
But I knew eventually he would have to go away.
And go away he did, come next fall.
He had been the most wonderful person of all.
Back to the stars my Julian went,
The place where I knew he was truly meant.
I would never forget that summer we met
In that little Paris sidewalk cafe.
In my memory was where Doctor Julian Bashir would stay.
By Kari Raines @ TrekGirl2000@netscape.net
This is just a poem I wrote for a scool project over a year ago. I just thought I would post it
here for the hell of it. If you read it, enjoy and feel free to review. Constructive criticism
only! =)
~~~~~~~~~~
In a time not so far away,
There I sat in a Paris sidewalk cafe.
The summer was new and
The skies were the most glorious shade of blue.
I sipped my French vanilla coffee and gazed at
The flowers---all shades of pink and blue and yellow,
When there approached before me the most liveliest fellow.
He came towards my table where I was all alone
And asked me where all my colleagues had gone.
He spoke with the most gentlest of voice,
And his lips were glinting with the barest bit of moist.
A beautiful British accent was his.
He asked me my name, but I replied I first wanted his.
"Bashir," was his cheerful response, "Julian Bashir."
Handsome he did appear,
With his uniform of gray and black.
Graceful charm he did not lack.
The blue of his undershirt told he was a man of science,
And not simply a common flirt.
On his collar a pair of pips he did wear,
An indication of his rank as a lieutenant were the pair.
Exuberant and cheerful was his way.
He searched for goodness in each passing day.
Tall and thin was he,
With a zest for life one could clearly see.
His skin was the color of bronze
And his eyes were as dark and sincere as could be.
He told of how he had traveled far,
And arrived in France for a vacation from the stars.
Bright and intelligent he surely did seem,
So I asked him what he truly did mean.
I came to learn that he was a physician,
And that he practiced medicine in a far away solar system.
Like a true gentleman,
He took my hand and gave it an elegant kiss.
I asked him what about the stars he very much missed.
He replied he missed the stars themselves,
And the red dust of Mars.
In his elegant manner,
He inquired if I would like to go for a walk in the park.
Politely I refused, saying it was getting too dark.
Charmingly kind, he replied that he understood.
He suggested we meet tomorrow evening, only if I could.
I agreed it would be lovely,
And I thanked the stars above me.
If only Doctor Julian Bashir could stay,
But I knew eventually he would have to go away.
And go away he did, come next fall.
He had been the most wonderful person of all.
Back to the stars my Julian went,
The place where I knew he was truly meant.
I would never forget that summer we met
In that little Paris sidewalk cafe.
In my memory was where Doctor Julian Bashir would stay.