All know the tale of Icarus,
flew too close to the Sun.
His flapping strong and vigorous;
the wings became undone,
wax melting in the intense light.
His sister, though, she flies at night.
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alien whispers
fill the void among the stars
Fermi's paradox
Some say that dragons can't breathe fire
and surely ice
Analysis one can admire
for proper stomachs can't belch fire
and yet I've read the story twice.
It must be something that they ate
that makes them belch fire and ice.
The story's great.
That should suffice
The booby soars, a kite against the skies.
A mackerel, all sparkles, pulls its string.
Then, suddenly, a dive -- the fish denies
its predator the meal. The fisher king,
beak full of salty air, seeks newer heights,
and vantages that few will ever gain.
He rides the updraft, joins the other kites,
the mackerel, maneuvering, will feign
this way and that, its scales a shiny bait.
The booby searches, seeks the slightest glint,
each aerial maneuver tempting fate.
Fish caught and swallowed, then another stint.
The cove holds the relentless sea at bay.
I watch the play of predator and prey.
Zeus is loose among the maidens
Hera is beside herself
gets her toga, washes, straightens,
grabs her scepter from the shelf.
God of Thunder, is he really?
He shall see some lightning bolts
Hera's hardly touchy-feely
when it comes to Zeus' faults
There! She finds him, in flagrante
and with Hercules's mum
Shameless, one might say he's flaunting
Zeus says: Hera, let's be calm
That's who he is, king of Olympus.
Had he more control of impulse,
we'd have fewer demigods.
Then again, what are the odds?
the little prince, he sleeps and dreams
the world is different than it seems
a wondrous world, all full of stars
and magic links that world to ours
many a day forgotten since
where has he gone, that little prince?
A tale of how the world was made
An accidental birth
In just six days, an A Plus grade
and there you have it: Earth
Well, that's what some of us believe
Turns out He was just bored
When you don't know just what to give
But like to be adored
You give some light and say it's good
The next five days a breeze
and on the Seventh, since you could
you teach them "thanks"
and "please"
ancient Egyptians
invented graffiti
penile inscriptions
next to Nefertiti
hidden in tombs
but hardly forgotten
there's nothing new
under the Aten
Empty hall, chairs in the corner.
I do not have time to warn her
as she makes her way inside,
face exhausted, bleary eyed.
Memories flood in. The ghosts
of our long forgotten hosts
circle her, each yells its story.
"Worship me! Accept my glory!"
She can't answer them, of course.
In a practiced voice, but hoarse,
she now blocks their new found portal
and sends every vain immortal
to the void from which they came.
Looks at me. I am to blame.
Did this all just really happen?
Did they find a way to tap in
through the medium of heirs?
I'm not sure.
I just see chairs.
I'm over the Moon
often under it, too
whenever it chooses to shine
I no longer swoon
though not sure about you
but this Moon is no Moon of mine
this new medicine
though the cost is obscene
has given a new lease on life
though doubts still remain
I will have to explain
this all to my vampire wife
A hedgehog that's as speedy as a hare.
all indigo, and bluer, if you must
He's running through the walls without a care
while leaving his opponents in the dust.
His Sega saga -- that one's for the books
though Mario retains a certain lead.
But now he takes on all, including crooks,
and I've no doubt in this, he will succeed.
What other heroes does one need in lights,
when Saturday cartoons so dominate?
So much that's new, and from the same old sites,
and plotting that is stubbornly innate.
A Sonic sonnet, what do I do now?
Not much that's left, so I shall take a bow.
A magnifying glass -- it retails,
for just a dollar ninety nine.
Helps find the devil in the details
when searching for my soul online.
It's been a while since the transaction,
and feeling no adverse reaction,
you would have thought I'd let it go --
were it that simple, would be so.
You see, I've found a better bargain,
and want to renegotiate,
although I must say that of late,
and without settling for jargon,
the devil has been hard to find.
I should have read before I signed.
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