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Saturn is hanging in the sky
Titaneans, up and about
holiday season, what to buy
the aliens remain in doubt

Last year's pan-zebra so passé
every Titanean has one
and I had even heard them say
pan-zebras, you are out and done!

Still as the holidays approach
Titaneanas do expect
more than a methane breathing roach
(these tend to be not striped, but specked)

Any good options? There's a dearth.
A joint decision's quickly reached
The best they can do? Give them Earth!
Yes, that's their spaceships that just beached.


Author notes: wc 90 art by  Anton Brzezinski

"The future is as present as the past",
the physicist exclaimed, a beer in hand.
"The paradoxes, since you haven't asked,
resolve themselves. I wish you'd understand!".
He said this, then he took another sip,
and looked at me as if I was from Mars.
I'm not, and so I tried to get a grip;
I am no stranger to these kinds of bars.
I play along and hiccup -- "there's no time???
It's really an illusion, all for show?"
"Go back", he said, "kill grandpa, that's a crime.
But he won't be your grandpa, that I know."
That sealed it, so I shot him on the spot.
Turns out he's right and grandma was a slut.

words take their places, ready for the dance
the trick is not to step on your own foot
like ballerinas practicing their stance
be gentle, that's a pointe shoe, not a boot
de-stress the stress, don't lead with it, clap Clap
the pattern holds -- don't make your readers frown
each other sound, a steady double tap
a horse's rider starts by sitting down
two fencers, one must parry, one attacks
cliché touché will give it the right touch
and poets, some are better, some are hacks
don't squeeze words in, you're wanting it too much
that's all there's too it, no need to digress
not Shakespeare, but a sonnet nonetheless

When Satan tempted Eve into that bite
was Love his inspiration, or was Lust?
No stranger to sheer obstinance and spite,
did he rebel, or, doing as he must,
perform as God commanded? Would the world
make sense if Adam, roaming Eden's fields,
Eve at his side, had slain the snake that curled
up in the grass? How could he? Knowledge yields
that power, nothing else, and knowledge came
(do pardon the expression) with regret.
Original, it was? Despite its fame,
it wasn't new then, and it isn't yet.
The moral of the story old as sin.
The truth hides in its lines, and in between.

зима обидела меня
холодным взглядом
а я так ждал ее
так дни считал

наверно, если без тебя
и ты не рядом
все это не мое
и дух упал

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winter mistreated me,
cold, mean its shoulder
although I waited for it
hiding in the shades

when you're not there, it must be
though it's colder
nothing appears to fit
and spirit fades


Author notes: Russian, translated to English зима обидела меня холодным взглядом а я так ждал ее так дни считал наверно,  если без тебя и ты не рядом все это не мое и дух упал