10 Best Famous Prams Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Prams poems. This is a select list of the best famous Prams poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Prams poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of prams poems.

• All Famous Prams Poems

 In the World language, sometimes called
Airport Road, a thinks balloon with a gondola
under it is a symbol for speculation.

Thumbs down to ear and tongue:
World can be written and read, even painted
but not spoken. People use their own words.

Latin letters are in it for names, for e.g.
OK and H2S O4, for musical notes,
but mostly it's diagrams: skirt-figure, trousered figure

have escaped their toilet doors. I (that is, saya,
Ego, watashji wa) am two eyes without pupils;
those aren't seen when you look out through them.

You has both pupils, we has one, and one blank.
Good is thumbs up, thumb and finger zipping lips 
is confidential. Evil is three-cornered snake eyes.

The effort is always to make the symbols obvious:
the bolt of electricity, winged stethoscope of course
for flying doctor. Prams under fire? Soviet film industry.

Pictographs also shouldn't be too culture-bound:
A heart circled and crossed out surely isn't.
For red, betel spit lost out to ace of diamonds.

Black is the ace of spades. The kind of spades
reads Union boss, the two is feeble effort.
If is the shorthand Libra sing , the scales.

Spare literal pictures render most nouns and verbs
and computers can draw them faster than Pharaoh's scribes.
A bordello prospectus is as explicit as the action,

but everywhere there's sunflower talk, i.e.
metaphor, as we've seen. A figure riding a skyhook
bearing food in one hand is the pictograph for grace,

two animals in a book read Nature, two books
Inside an animal, instinct. Rice in bowl with chopsticks
denotes food. Figure 1 lying prone equals other.

Most emotions are mini-faces, and the speech 
balloon is ubiquitous. A bull inside one is dialect
for placards inside one. Sun and moon together

inside one is poetry. Sun and moon over palette,
over shoes etc are all art forms — but above
a cracked heart and champagne glass? Riddle that

and you're starting to think in World, whose grammar 
is Chinese-terse and fluid. Who needs the square-
equals-diamond book, the dictionary,to know figures

led by strings to their genitals mean fashion?
just as a skirt beneath a circle meanas demure
or ao similar circle shouldering two arrows is macho.

All peoples are at times cat in water with this language
but it does promote international bird on shoulder.
This foretaste now lays its knife and fork parallel.

 In kindergarten classed
 Dislike they knew;
And as the years went past
 It grew and grew;
Until in maidenhood
 Each sought a mate,
Then venom in their mood
 Was almost hate.

The lure of love they learned
 And they were wed;
Yet when they met each turned
 Away a head;
Each went her waspish way
 With muted damns--
Until they met one day
 With baby prams.

Then lo! Away was swept
 The scorn of years;
Hands clasped they almost wept
 With gentle tears.
Forgetting hateful days,
 All mother mild,
Each took with tender praise
 The other's child.

And now they talk of milk,
 Of diapers and such;
Of baby bosoms silk
 And tender to the touch.
A gemlike girl and boy,--
 With hope unsaid,
Each thinks with mother joy:
 'May these two wed!'

 Wheeling them in,
the yard gate at half-mast 
with its ticking hinge,
the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs,
the privy door ajar,
the path gloved with moss
ploughed by metal 
through a scalped tyre -
in the shadows of the hood,
in the ripped silk
of the rocking, buckled pram,
none of the dead clocks moving.

And carrying them in
to a kitchen table,
a near-lifetime’s Woodies
coating each cough,
he will tickle them awake;
will hold like primitive headphones
the tinkling shells to each ear,
select and apply unfailingly
the right tool to the right cog
and with movements 
as unpredictable as the pram’s
will wind and counter-wind
the scrap to metronomic life.

And at the pub, 
at the Grey Horse or Houldsworth,
furtive as unpaid tax,
Rolex and Timex 
and brands beneath naming
will change hands for the price of a bevy,
a fish supper
or a down payment 
on early retirement
on a horse called Clockwork
running in the three-thirty at Aintree.



 John Lindley