Sheila stepped out of the mechanized gear-filled lab with her robotic dog.
her lace blouse a contrast to her steam-powered eighteenth-century hog.
Another inventor looked up gave her a quick friendly boy-next-door wave.
His invention would make robotic airships flow and cascade.
Is that another automaton? Sheila yelled at her childhood friend of forever.
He did not divulge secrets, for Sheila was exceedingly clever.
She tucked her auburn hair into a helmet from Leagues under the sea.
But she was not fooled by his quick answer, not by any degree.
these rival inventors had been steampunk friendly since twenty-twenty.
She had phenomenal forthcoming mechanics almost ready; he had plenty.
Nothing frilly or fancy about her robotics, she intended they be the best.
Jim understood this, but he still wanted to carve out for them a love nest.
Sheila had avenues to conquer, airships to build too.
Eventually he planned to make a move, for without her, life would be blue.
Sheila congratulated herself for her coolness as she rode her hog away.
She planned to make him fall in love with her, tomorrow might be the day.
Categories:
airships, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Gossamer winged gondolier airships
sail on feathered wax-clad wingtips
travelling blue transparent skies
probing boundaries transfixed on a prize
dashing darting greeting parting
flirting flurried partners charting
amplify dumbstruck daydreams with flair
animation takes wing to air
tails fly and tales spin
spotlights quarantine chagrin
vibrations brandish a two-edged sword
horizons are vistas explored
steel eyes of flint and mahogany
mirror no clouded cacophony
daydream disciples design
the silk purse
from rubble the blind decline
B310J
Categories:
airships, dream, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
War between mother and daughter
Queen Brahne of Alexandria shows certifiable behavior
Daughter Garnet is ready to take her down, and out if necessary
It may sound dark, but just part of a final fantasy that is begging to be released.
Mothers and daughters for centuries have been on similar quests,
annihilating each other, so they can both live independently.
Airships lie in wait for instructions, wondering which one will be ousted.
Will the daughter be imprisoned for life?
Will the mother’s sporadic behavior continue?
How far will each go to remain or become the queen?
The red eye of Gaia stays awake, to watch the war between nations.
Kyja and Necron must be defeated in order to begin.
Death and destruction toward the making of the Queen of Alexandria.
Categories:
airships, computer,
Form: Free verse
Gossamer winged gondolier airships
sail on feathered wax-clad wingtips
travelling blue transparent skies
probing boundaries transfixed on a prize
dashing darting greeting parting
flirting flurried partners charting
amplify daydreams with flair
animation takes wing to the air
tails fly and tales spin
spotlights quarantine chagrin
vibrations brandish a two-edged sword
horizons are vistas explored
steel eyes of flint and mahogany
mirror no clouded cacophony
daydream disciples design the silk purse
from rubble the blind decline
Categories:
airships, dream, journey,
Form: Rhyme
In Kampala African queen lives
In Johannesburg African queen sleeps
In Nairobi African queen smiles
In Lagos African queen sings
In Kinshasa African queen dances
In Addis Ababa African queen debates
In Juba and Mogadishu Africa queen weeps
To Kigali and Accra African queen flies
In Churches African queen prays
In supermarkets African queen works
In airships African queen flies
In foreign lands African queen creates
Beautiful African queen wake up
The world you adore selectively cares
Do not be notorious in beauty and elegance
But lacking in self-esteem to live own life
African queen, the world harvests you dearly
Reject the trash offered and grab the grains
Categories:
airships, africa, beauty, metaphor, song,
Form: Lyric
Brief: The Land of Aubergine
I search for the land of Aubergine
Where the Egg Plant is nurtured and raised
Pods of Byzantium Airships
Succulence with a Periwinkle glaze
4/7/17
Categories:
airships, color, garden, nature, purple,
Form: Light Verse
Airships flew the skies
World War One the Goodyear war
Their blimp still flies high
Categories:
airships, america, war,
Form: Haiku
The purple and grey clouds
come like giant airships
baptizing the veld with millions of drops
falling gently like feathers
The plants dance merrily
earth sings a serenade of thanks
Categories:
airships, environment, nostalgia, rain,
Form: Free verse
Honeycombed crocks, like patterns
On an old quilt
Start and pause without reason
Long dandied extravagant Peacocks
Strut below airships rising above
Pale blue seas…dust has no taste
Light reflects off shadows of rouge
Rubbed rough by tears
Only today matters.... white caps roiling
Over loyalty, held for centuries,
Never released,
………never released
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Categories:
airships, devotion,
Form: Free verse