Best Engine Poems

Build me an engine –lady of my dream,

Let it be powered by eternal steam.

May patience be your tool of design,

Planning completeness with a cunning mind.

To drive the pistons of a soul’s production,

We need fire with extreme combustion.

This fire from the fervor of powerful prayer

Will create...

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Sunny, hot, humid, summer morning, taking my first train ride
 I'm so excited and it's thrilling can't wait to go north where it's cool 
to stay with my grandpa and grandma.
Ma and pa say I'm old enough to go by myself, I'm in awe
dressed in...

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she set a polish to the brass pipes
with a careful hand she worried them
hours like a silent moving contemplation
she worked her way from one end of
the massive machine to the other
knowing every rivet
every dent and scratch
the hot steam leaving a sheen of sweat on her
the...

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I was riding the railway tracks of my fissures
Deep into my darkest inner thoughts
Lost and dying in the snowfall of my winter
And back again
From a mental anguish like a splinter
Never slowing down to quench my thirst
From a desire to be first

And so you appeared... Mr....

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my great obidance 
as
a train slipping 
of tracks into a manor of faiths 
my dream is the concusion of are dreams not knowing 
the wings of fortune 
a cristal clear disire 
reaping into flamelike arts 
rippels of destanation 
like a huge addiction 
qualety's blemished 
a...

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THE LITTLE ENGINE THAT CAN
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS




There’s a little engine that we all know
If we treat it right it will just go and go
It’s relentless, it continues to pound away
There’s no time off as it pulses day after day

As engines go it’s at the top...

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You don't have to
go through life alone
or obsess about obscurity.

To you, every ounce of faith
Will work.

And pure prayers said should be
communed with the Source.

And as you hold
And look to better things,
That Source forgiving ways pays.

You'll see things your visions
Never dared to believe.

The future starts now,
Like...

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fire engine scarlet red 
is the color of the fire fighting Amaranth dead 
who hide there sinful Liability
as they wave at me 
from beyond my walking concrete grave 
to let me know, that my time is 
finely being bleed to the color of 
broken swollen...

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Moving body car
                                        Mouth plays engine...

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The shaking starts as I think of our past together, as the mental
machinery shudders into action, an organic search engine that chews
through the years looking for clues, as my heart shudders in rhythm 

I choke on these very words, as they run from my heart...

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Emotions spray isn’t particular to a selected few
but self control reigns supreme if
the mind’s lock succumbs to the key of maturity.

A negative impact steams out of the boil of behaviour when;
the eye swells through the accumulating poisonous fluids of greed,
the hand finds cover in gloves...

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The Child I once was and knew so well
Has faded into a harden shell 

I won and lost a battle here and there
But, yet the war it rages everywhere

My wisdom do earn and over rate it 
And yet, still others will debate it

Faithful trust, just...

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her velvet mind
swallowed me whole
in one bite
noble i tried to encompass her fairest face
in words sweetly written
but knowledge awaits the little engine that could
chug chug chug up the hill pushing his boulder of wheat
till just as he reaches the top he tumbles back down again
so...

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creaky!,Jerking!...creaky-knocking!,It sounds like a champion,
moving faster than a snail on wonder land,
Sneaky and dangerous than a scorpion,
It sounds pleasant and funny like a bunny;
Thick smoke emanating from its big nostril,
Cough!cough!..and jerk!it moves on a lonely road,
This journey we must terminate for this terminal disease,
the heart...

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Diagonal snow
Glides effortless through
the countryside of the
Amputee windshield
For the passenger side
Has always had a reticent view

Steam rises loftily
From a topless treat
Of gas station coffee
That which further
Obfuscates the scene

Mousey and silent
Each flake falls
Like the wings of
An owl unhurried
Speckling the air
With flurries of tiny
Feathers

If snow is a...

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