X-Files Memories

Whether facing alien abductees or G-men, the possessed or the dispossessed, the X-Files held a captive audience for its 9 seasons and still through syndication. The words for this poem developed during the course of a reflective lunchtime walk. I hope all X-Files fans enjoy my poetic tribute.

Fox Mulder in his basement digs
Perused suspicious data
Now enters Scully, doctor, skeptic
To aid him, not berate him

The two together called to research
Many a case uncanny
Lack of luster in their exploits
Not believed by many

Hidden, shushed yet not perturbed
Little respect from those around
Continuing undaunted
Since the truth must yet be found

Turning up from time to time
Smoking man, a mystery
We the viewers did suspect
A connection in their history

Fox and Dana always searching
Only the audience, privy to
But speaking out was, of course,
A Government taboo

Creepy people, bees, UFOs
Missing sister, hacker friends
Military guys with secrets
Searching always, still loose ends

The partners Scully and Mulder are
Related soul to soul, yet more
And Skinner, actually on their side
Abets them when their need is sore

Agent Doggett; Agent Reyes
Did replace Mulder and Scully
Last episode, they're all aboard
Circle complete? not fully

Now Gillian and David
But actors playing roles
Made us care for Fox and Dana
Exceeding in their goals

So as the fan-base stays intact
And blurs between the show and fact
For some, bizarre story fill
For us, the truth is out there still

copyrighted 2009 - Mindy Makuta - may be reprinted with permission only

I've always loved Star Trek The Next Generation, and Captain Picard's unique phrase "Make it So". So, that's what's behind this poem.

They wander through the galaxy
Meeting races new and known
Cardassian and Klingon
Change of orders, make it so

Counselor Troi feels for stress
Number One could quickly go
Take the helm on moments notice
When Picard says make it so

Their mission is to seek new life
Where no one did before them go
The Federation making new friends
Lower the shields, make it so

Time and time Q's a'meddlin
All superior but curious, lo
And the Ferengi are always a'peddlin
Warp 9, Ensign Crusher, make it so

Romulans and Borg collectives
Star clusters, anti matter
Nebuli and super novae
There's space junk, a smatter

There goes the warp core
Geordi fix it, minutes, you've got two
From my crew there's "no can't"
'Cept Data, "no can not" will do

Warf, a loyal Klingon protector
And Beverly, gentle doctor, no?
Heeding all the Star Fleet regs
Prime directive, make it so

Well Picard is French but English
With many a light year left to go
Ready for the next adventure
Engines engage, make it so

copyrighted 2009 - Mindy Makuta - may be reprinted with permission only

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