Best Engines Poems

in the uncoloured tint of another everyday
amongst the spit polished waxed apples
tightly packed in burlap bags
they walked like minded
in their own burly wrap
oblivious to the...

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They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters:
These see the works of the Lord and his wonders in...

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In the year ninteen eighty one on the nineteenth day of December
A day the town of Mousehole in Cornwall, will always remember
An R.N.L.I. Watson class...

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I'd finished work early so I went, to pick the kids up from school
I thought this time tomorrow, we'll all be bathing in the pool
We...

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[Just a little note to help maintain the peace on Soup.          
To cause no animosity among...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently...

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FRED THE PERV.

Kinky Fred stole knickers off the line
One summer night his haul totalled nine
His spree ended in tears
Got an extra ten years
When Judge Sue...

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November was not all that bad. We had
Thanksgiving feasts and very little snow.
The Yuletide season came. Since it was glad,
I felt so sad to see...

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lit up with the power to attract and excite
and framed by a window of the toy shop that night
a miniature world of trains, bridges and...

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Tired timbers creak and groan;
lonely bones now brittle,
once proud and strong when
bearing the harvest weight.
The wagons and muscular engines
were no burden for my
young and supple...

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At New Yorks laGuardia airport passengers stood in line
Waiting to board U.S.airways, flight one five four nine
Chesley Sullenberger was the captain and Jeff Skiles the...

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Okay, okay, I confess. We stole the only hyperdrive ship that wasn't destroyed in the war. But what choice did we have? Our world is...

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It was a cold and brisk
February night I stepped outside
To take a short stroll to the dumpster.
The sky was clear, almost starless. 
Waves of muffled...

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Come with me in realty, 
as we weather an approaching storm. 
Dark clouds gathering 
like people coming to see a fight. 
And something about this...

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The old house, built in 1895, was the best of weathered antiques having hugged North Rogers Street from days of horses to days of horse-powered...

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