Steampunk Seeking Friendly Advice Poems

The Illusion

I met a group of people I vaguely thought familiar
after a while it came to me and said, you are
the same people I met 15 years ago, glad laughter
we wondered if you had forgotten us.
I was baffled an old dream had produced a new one
or was there no past it all happens now.
Or did our lives had two levels one that is conscious
has a sunrise, and one we only see by accident like
someone had forgotten to lock the door.
Got up from the table and bid farewell, have to go
take the train to the valley where I once was a...

What, no moon  

Where is the moon
it was here last night
the heaven looks like a blank canvas
not even a star to break its ennui

there are many heavens, the near one
the outer one and the one
beyond the horizon it is there
but we lack the vision

if you wake up in a dark bedroom
keep your eyes closed
you can see the astrosphere
and be close to the creator.

His stove-pipe hat had a clean whistle
as he entered the room
of her mechanisms.

Her kitchen was steaming mad,
plum-pudding on the boil
gears unloosing themselves
in her deep furnace.
She only saw him through
her foggy goggles’ fume.

Only men with jet packs
were allowed to jangle her
heavy ring of keys
to unlatch her metal bindings
under her bustles
and petticoats

as she piped from hour to hour,
reversing the clocks at her whim
brewing tea at her fancy as she
mounted her flying...

The people say that Emma Bliss
Is either a dame, or a man.
To tell apart, I don’t care, Miss
If I ever might, will or can.

The brilliant part about all this,
And please don’t contradict me here,
(With Times of Steampunk upon us):
Is that I’m a gay buccaneer!

You mean “happy”? Cor’, don’t be daft,
No time for keel-hauling high-jinx!
I’d rather stick ye on a raft
With rea’l sticks, what do ye think!

And it’s olde hat, don’t y’ know, mate;
A pirate tooling on the sea.
There’s better ways to switch & bait...