Ball Bearing Poems - Poems about Ball Bearing

...The Wildman Left the mountains In search of love and wonder, Not in any particular order. Now, he patrols the borders of a gas station, hooked on fuel. Shadows act like Mother, stretching out ......Read the rest...

...MY SIBLINGS' FATHER JUDGE BURDON other children feared monsters under their bed i feared the one living under our roof. his hair was nimbus black with a storm's thunder in his voi......Read the rest...

...The meeting of the "Downhill Gang" was top of Pekrul Hill, And everyone was there with parts galore, For they were building racing carts from planks and buggy wheels, To challenge us and settle un......Read the rest...

...As a kid I tried to ride a tricycle down a hill Start was fine, but as speed inclined the handlebars shaking grew To wobbling crescendo, and the trike bike ejected me the dill. I also tried bill......Read the rest...

...I have so many places/acts dear to my heart I’m just dying to share some with you Not to boast, I but honor them, all played a part, I'm sure helped to bring me in your view! Tell me what’s mor......Read the rest...

...I watched a child blowing bubbles Reflective circles That unshackled themselves Through a single breath of life They rose upon an invisible force Ignoring gravity as non existent And I wondered......Read the rest...

...to say that rumor has it is to say that the World Trade Center collapsed silently and cleanly like oppositely sexed Siamese twins who discovered they could mate I had all channels going full bo......Read the rest...

...Between sweat dripping on sunsets lips Young girl licks her cherry smile Horizon splits open with her roller blades Takes to the highway flying by Jets away with speeds increasing by the mile S......Read the rest...

...Hum Drum Thumb Has a person ever put or placed a ban On those putting marbles in their tin can And after suffering much more bad news All of his marbles he would loose. More than likely what......Read the rest...

...i pot bellied boasting navels shiny round ball bearing stomachs haloing out of diesel grime over alls and silver buttoned railway insignias these long waxed pig curled mustache workmen rot......Read the rest...

...His pitch is perfect. The liquidity of his voice stronger than the gushing water, pressure forcing itself through the copper pipes, vibrating like a ball bearing. A devotional hymn covering the......Read the rest...

...The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Thirty-One The Tent-Vendor’s son kept whining and wailing on the road Such that none could even hear their own thoughts mocking aloud: “Now what doth yon Sir......Read the rest...