Long Steampunk Poems

In the copper-clad cradle of time
where gears whir fugues to forgotten dreams.....
the fog—a somnolent specter—drifts.....
veiling the calculus of progress
a manuscript etched by steam and soot.

Hark The hiss of pistons proclaims
a triumph—or perhaps a dirge—
for we...

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I spend time with a friend 
well, a pseudo-friend 
an acquaintance of sorts 
no, I guess he'd be a friend, 
shit, who knows 
one of those types you never really share your heart 
that authentic...

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Clock work spiders are climbing up my wall ‘sticking in their nasty pins so none of them will fall,
As one of them lifts her leg and begins to spin her steel , 
another scurries closer...

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Lisa was carefully pulling a strand of cotton candy off a paper-coned “barbe à papa” - winding it around her finger while absentmindedly gazing at a carousel. She seemed hypnotized by its white horses, trimmed...

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Steampunk Stella woke up in the thick of an alternative world.
Colorful mechanical flowers were dancing and singing.
The gold band on her top hat changed a gorgeous fuchsia pink
orange poppies and fancy golden engravings adorned it...

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Mr. White Steampunk J. Rabbit at your service,
the distinguished guest said.
I offered to park his gear decorated top hat
from his lovely two-eared head.

But he was in no hurry to get rid of his hat,
an enormous...

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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...

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If I was part machine, a steampunk woman, or a steampunk dog, or a steampunk cat,
I would choose to have a machine heart, so I could be less soft. 
So my feelings would not get...

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Sheestah was the original Steampunk Peddler woman who could. 
She wandered Kansas prairies in 1873 like no female ever should. 
She was an inventor, an artist, a cartoonist, and worst….
She did not do any cooking...

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From 2011 to 2013   I was a member of the online social group called The "SteamPunk Empire"  and wrote poetry and stories for the site. I created a group of 67 renegade...

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My living room is full of brown furniture,
but you do not notice it
because my paintings have
exploded onto the walls.

My paintings are not landscapes,
or faces. They are cartoons,  and they
are gloriously a part of twenty...

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Steampunk? The old man guesses. He is past death age.
Goth laughs, understanding she has the upper hand.
I dare not add to it yet; in hologram mode, with robotic arm moves.
Green glow of a digital clock...

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I am not sure how I accidentally stumbled upon the world of Steampunk,
But it is a combination of lace, leather, and metals, and a little bit funk.
It magically and freely fits people, cats, and dogs...

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In cogs and gears, her heart does beat,
A clockwork girl, both strange and sweet.
Her eyes, like polished brass, aglow,
Reflect the time, the world below.

With gears that click and springs that chime,
She measures moments, day and...

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Loud guttural roar filled Steamboat Convention Hall
Stovetop hats rose up higher, and most were already tall.
The tiger made his entry with a loud snarl and a pounce.
Watch out! Someone yelled. I think this creature can...

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She looks snobby, judgemental Linda said.
I observed the newcomer who looked a bit stand-offish.
But perhaps it is because I had not met her yet.
I ran up to tell her that I liked her costume.
She was...

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Need a hem? Go find Mrs. Seamstress Fox.
Lost some weight? Throw that in this box.
I will take it to her, it will shake your argyle socks.
At how quickly she will fix things, Mrs. S.T. Fox.

She...

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A tall gothic black, steampunk top hat, 
Hung from a hook by her bed,
Hung in the gloom, of her velvet black room, 
After spending the day on her head,

And it was covered in gears from...

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Kansas City’s Renaissance Fair is fun; you can dress steampunk
Go as Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, or a Victorian Queen.
You can be a knight of the Round Table or King Arthur
It is embraced by several...

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Steampunk Cat had some weird feelings in his head.
They clanged around against metal, filled him with dread.
Something is happening, he told his Uncle Tom Stead.
I feel a storm is coming, that might make us dead.

Tom...

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Steampunk Cat name of Charlie Boo
Thought his vices were mystery to Sue
Brought her violets in hue of blue
For it was she that Charlie wanted to woo

Sue was a savvy feline, with a keen open mind
She...

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Steampunk faerie sat on the vintage car
Peering long and hard, and way too far
She could see past the horizon to her father’s house
Where a kitten was toying with a tiny mouse

How are your eyes this...

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What kind of fish are you? The curious girl asked the mechanical bass.
We are steampunk fish, the bass replied, thinking the question crass.
When I think steampunk I think metallic, silver, gold and copper said the...

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Wild Winnie Witch heard wonderful wacky melody
Created within her warm whimsical wishful mind.

Others said she was a most unique individual,
Inscrutably unusual, an interesting witching kind.

Her parents fiercely protected their daughter’s privacy
her art and talents a...

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What kind of fox is he?
Royalty we believed.
But related to which house?
Tudor or Hapsburg or maybe Greensleeved?

We had no idea, but he had an air about him.
He wore his clothing as if he was quite...

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