Steampunk Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#steampunk
PaleSkies
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 7:35pm
10th Nov 2023 7:35pm
No Time For Marconi
Steampunk has gone the way of the dialup,
the bandolier to keep incoming messages,
and space cadets, because angels can't fly.
But, no time for Marconi.
No more electric argyle socks or pet rocks
or a fuselage of an icebox, to self-detox
until the humors of one's phlegm dries up.
A prostitute is a neophyte, a novice of a hummer
with a barcode reader and electromagnetic lips
as her tits remain submersible.
But, no time for Marconi who invented the telegraph.
the bandolier to keep incoming messages,
and space cadets, because angels can't fly.
But, no time for Marconi.
No more electric argyle socks or pet rocks
or a fuselage of an icebox, to self-detox
until the humors of one's phlegm dries up.
A prostitute is a neophyte, a novice of a hummer
with a barcode reader and electromagnetic lips
as her tits remain submersible.
But, no time for Marconi who invented the telegraph.
#steampunk
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PaleSkies
Poem Published
9th Nov 2023 3:54am
9th Nov 2023 3:54am
It's The Steampunk I Dread
Into the mass of my insanity
a menagerie of crickets too far
eating the seat of my madness
and five fingers of quackery
it's the steampunk I dread
hotwired to my head
leaving my shadow in the shed
where the sidewalk ends
talking to the dead
a menagerie of crickets too far
eating the seat of my madness
and five fingers of quackery
it's the steampunk I dread
hotwired to my head
leaving my shadow in the shed
where the sidewalk ends
talking to the dead
#dark
#gothic
#steampunk
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Inside_Roare
Ivo
Ivo
Poem Published
31st Oct 2023 7:48pm
31st Oct 2023 7:48pm
Dazzling radiance
INSIDE ROARE (tech)
Dazzling radiance
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At the top of the glacier, where the snow blindness is already changing. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Fata Morgana can't surprise you, things change.
Not even high-frequency wailing can destroy you.
In the eyes that you don't really have anymore.
A mute force strikes.
You can't defend yourself, you go to your knees.
The beam shines in your face, you have no choice.
You pass through the...
Dazzling radiance
tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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At the top of the glacier, where the snow blindness is already changing. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Fata Morgana can't surprise you, things change.
Not even high-frequency wailing can destroy you.
In the eyes that you don't really have anymore.
A mute force strikes.
You can't defend yourself, you go to your knees.
The beam shines in your face, you have no choice.
You pass through the...
#apocalypse
#mythology
#nightmares
#steampunk
#scifi
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oskar
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 4:27pm
19th Mar 2023 4:27pm
St. Patrice day
Saint Patrice day
In 1957 my ship docked in the town of Cork (Ireland)
If you think that is a long time ago, you are probably right
but in my head, it was yesterday.
Life was slower back then, cargo was lowered into
donkey carts, there were many mules waiting
we went to a pub, a stone a throwaway and drank Guinness
Never did I tell my mother, but I told her of the Irish girl
I was going to marry had red hair and green eyes
she had the aroma of an angel.
Leisureliness has ended ships leave as ships do
On the shore,...
In 1957 my ship docked in the town of Cork (Ireland)
If you think that is a long time ago, you are probably right
but in my head, it was yesterday.
Life was slower back then, cargo was lowered into
donkey carts, there were many mules waiting
we went to a pub, a stone a throwaway and drank Guinness
Never did I tell my mother, but I told her of the Irish girl
I was going to marry had red hair and green eyes
she had the aroma of an angel.
Leisureliness has ended ships leave as ships do
On the shore,...
#fate
#luck
#nightmares
#steampunk
#scifi
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2023 9:20am
22nd Feb 2023 9:20am
the year of infinity
The year of infinity
1938 will be the year of dust storms
Arable land will pale and blow away
The ocean will turn into blocks of salt
Forests will fall and echo in stillness
Millions of birds will fall from the sky
Parched throats drink the blood of cows
Then the weak will be victims of thirst
Then when all blood possible is drunk
When the canals in Venice are dry
There might possibly be snowfall
1938 will be the year of dust storms
Arable land will pale and blow away
The ocean will turn into blocks of salt
Forests will fall and echo in stillness
Millions of birds will fall from the sky
Parched throats drink the blood of cows
Then the weak will be victims of thirst
Then when all blood possible is drunk
When the canals in Venice are dry
There might possibly be snowfall
#apocalypse
#mythology
#nightmares
#steampunk
#dystopian
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dee_amethyst
pho3nix 999
pho3nix 999
Poem Published
18th Nov 2022 3:41am
18th Nov 2022 3:41am
Vampire Passion
Vamparic Passion..
Her body lay on the red velvet bed
black roses covered her bust
he hungrily stared down at her
an uncontrollable lust
he ran his hand across her body
caressing every curve, every part
he pressed his body against hers
quietly he listened to the increased beating of her heart
he ran his fingers threw her raven hair
stared deeply into her eyes
echoing threw the room
were her satisfied cries
he stared down at her soft white throat
and slowly pressed his mouth against it
he eagerly began to drink ...
Her body lay on the red velvet bed
black roses covered her bust
he hungrily stared down at her
an uncontrollable lust
he ran his hand across her body
caressing every curve, every part
he pressed his body against hers
quietly he listened to the increased beating of her heart
he ran his fingers threw her raven hair
stared deeply into her eyes
echoing threw the room
were her satisfied cries
he stared down at her soft white throat
and slowly pressed his mouth against it
he eagerly began to drink ...
#mythology
#steampunk
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premonmayee
Poem Published
10th Jun 2022 2:38pm
10th Jun 2022 2:38pm
XXX -Erotica Poem - Hindi
#apocalypse
#steampunk
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oskar
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 11:30am
26th Nov 2021 11:30am
unnoticed
Unnoticed
Reading the papers and seeing the news on TV
the festive season has begun, like an eager blue tractor
little time for those caught up in wars;
We will remember them at the dinner table.
A woman received 8 million dollars in a divorce settlement
she had had aromatherapy worthy of a queen.
New knee caps worthy of Nefertiti’s found in the sand.
The divorcee can afford her hip bones if ever found,
according to the newspapers who live on rumours.
Archaeologists are looking for the ancient queens’ pubic hairs,
Now, that...
Reading the papers and seeing the news on TV
the festive season has begun, like an eager blue tractor
little time for those caught up in wars;
We will remember them at the dinner table.
A woman received 8 million dollars in a divorce settlement
she had had aromatherapy worthy of a queen.
New knee caps worthy of Nefertiti’s found in the sand.
The divorcee can afford her hip bones if ever found,
according to the newspapers who live on rumours.
Archaeologists are looking for the ancient queens’ pubic hairs,
Now, that...
#fate
#mythology
#nightmares
#steampunk
#dystopian
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Shinobi
Poem Published
24th Oct 2021 3:14pm
24th Oct 2021 3:14pm
Blood On The Bricks
quickly the crimson blade
slices through the skin
spraying from his arteries
physical graffiti of society
from brick walls it drips
with burnt offerings...
arrows peirce the sores
as the moon collides
smashing into their faces
in the age of reason there is
madness...
a broken cycle of colors and elements
tossed from a moving transport
sanguine diamonds splattering
across the pavement, as we
curl into fetal positions waiting
for the sun to rise...
slices through the skin
spraying from his arteries
physical graffiti of society
from brick walls it drips
with burnt offerings...
arrows peirce the sores
as the moon collides
smashing into their faces
in the age of reason there is
madness...
a broken cycle of colors and elements
tossed from a moving transport
sanguine diamonds splattering
across the pavement, as we
curl into fetal positions waiting
for the sun to rise...
#death
#nightmares
#steampunk
#surreal
#dystopian
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Shinobi
Poem Published
29th Sep 2021 2:48pm
29th Sep 2021 2:48pm
White Cat Caught in a Snowstorm
..like a white cat caught in snowstorm
those spectres remain unseen
floating like black balloons
whispering to me
air seems thick, as factories
belch out smoke and steam
while we gaze into the kettle
the ink has dried it seems
...hear the march of the underground
they're marching in the streets
rifles rised ready to fire, marionettes
dangling from strings
white cat stalks juicy rats
camouflaged in the snow
sniper waits on his target
pouncing on his prey
yellow eyes dart...
those spectres remain unseen
floating like black balloons
whispering to me
air seems thick, as factories
belch out smoke and steam
while we gaze into the kettle
the ink has dried it seems
...hear the march of the underground
they're marching in the streets
rifles rised ready to fire, marionettes
dangling from strings
white cat stalks juicy rats
camouflaged in the snow
sniper waits on his target
pouncing on his prey
yellow eyes dart...
#war
#cats
#steampunk
#dystopian
#scifi
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oskar
Poem Published
25th May 2021 4:39pm
25th May 2021 4:39pm
Wales
Wales
I used to live in Chester, a beautiful town
and often walked along the Roman wall and, in my mind,
I saw Roman soldiers sitting by the fire roasting mice.
On Sundays, I liked to drive to Wales a beautiful country of rolling hills
and sheep with coal dust on,
Back then and this is years ago, you could drink tea in a pub,
I once drank coffee and it was ghastly.
I liked this country it had a dreamy quality.
Now I´m watching a crime story from Wales and it had nothing to do with
the land I remember.
This country I see on the...
I used to live in Chester, a beautiful town
and often walked along the Roman wall and, in my mind,
I saw Roman soldiers sitting by the fire roasting mice.
On Sundays, I liked to drive to Wales a beautiful country of rolling hills
and sheep with coal dust on,
Back then and this is years ago, you could drink tea in a pub,
I once drank coffee and it was ghastly.
I liked this country it had a dreamy quality.
Now I´m watching a crime story from Wales and it had nothing to do with
the land I remember.
This country I see on the...
#fate
#apocalypse
#nightmares
#steampunk
#scifi
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oskar
Poem Published
20th Feb 2021 7:04am
20th Feb 2021 7:04am
chaos in Palestine
Palestinian Chaos
The dream interrupted
By the people of darkness.
Ramallah
A pink cloud appeared
God came out eating an apple.
The soldiers
Fell on their knees and
Dropped their weapon.
One soldier gave an old man
Ice cream
The old man had a brain freeze.
Mike Pence came declared
Palestine a Christian nation
Including
The province of Israel.
The pope moved from
The Vatican set up residence
In Jerusalem.
Netanyahu
Was declared the snake
In Paradise.
Meanwhile the...
The dream interrupted
By the people of darkness.
Ramallah
A pink cloud appeared
God came out eating an apple.
The soldiers
Fell on their knees and
Dropped their weapon.
One soldier gave an old man
Ice cream
The old man had a brain freeze.
Mike Pence came declared
Palestine a Christian nation
Including
The province of Israel.
The pope moved from
The Vatican set up residence
In Jerusalem.
Netanyahu
Was declared the snake
In Paradise.
Meanwhile the...
#fate
#apocalypse
#luck
#nightmares
#steampunk
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