Sonnet

by Steven Sautter

To wit, to hold, to write in my blank verse;
A task too much for a poor poet's pen.
Naught but poetry can describe the curse
Of the Carrionites on mortal men.
The comely Lilith, hair like night's pitch dark,
Bewitched the senses of Avon's sweet swan
And thus compelled him to write-not a lark!
Lex'graphic wonder as only he can.
A portal to open, that hag's domain,
There by the time Lords they were banish'ed.
Lo, a wand'rer comes, evil creatures' bane.
he doth bind them by name, not cold hard lead.
Hell emptied and all the devils are near.
But be not afeared, the Doctor is here!

HAI-ku! (more from Steven)

by Steven Sautter

Do you want to come
Through the coloured door of time
Eternity waits

Wilted celery
Pleasant open face in pain
Moment too soon

Abandoned planet
Ideal spot for disco with
Black light converter

Shouty beardy man
With a sword against your throat
Ask him no questions

Veggies in track suits
Threaten Hyperion III
Bleeding carrot juice

Sinking into sand
Hands pulling the Doctor down
Even orange spats

Melted face of Kane
Final mark comes not by cold
But by the sun

Bristles of orange
Androgum inheritance
Gastronomical!

On the balcony
Philosophies are exchanged
Throw away your gun

Yartek fools no one.
This best you can come up with?
You have flippers, man!

Cross acidic sea
To the home of Arbitan
Please bring your own robe

Hydrogen influx
If you check the index file
You find beginnings

Dark and stormy night
Lightning illuminating
Curse of Peladon

Enigma rattles whirring
Waiting to let loose the wolf
And the word is love

Grim visage of war
Playing with its toy soldiers
Too big. Must get help

Arton particles
Build up on the shores of space
And oceans of time

Oh arr, Jim me lad
Sitting on the becalmed sea
A siren, say ye?

Out of the junkyard
With polycarbide armour
Emerging Dalek