Best Fittings Poems
The engine: Long and black
And sleek as she could be
She shook the earth in her approach
As her heraldry.
An atmosphere of steam and smoke
Expanding in her wake
The Queen-of-the-Rails speeds on
An arrival soon to make.
Massive is her presence
Enormity her design
Power is her excess
This Queen is so refined
Once she ruled with majesty
When o’er the rails she flew
But … now, this one last time,
The railway bids: “Adieu”.
Slowly when she comes to stop
We see she’s thoroughbred
When water, steel and hard, black coal
Within her there are wed.
Her regal-ness resplendent
In fittings’ shining bright
Commanding our respect
O’er the rails of her last flight.
Now sitting at the siding
She’s puffing rhythmic breath
The museum’s destination
Of her life commits its’ theft.
Photographs will mimic
Her image of today
But missing from those photos:
Glories of Yesterday
When o’er the steel she thundered
Demanding from all who saw
Respect for Her grand power
Which held them all in awe.
But Glory, she found, was fleeting
When “progress” came to call
Her future then was set in stone
In the writing on the wall.
Now we hear the brake release …
Her throttle then is moved …
She inches down the shiny track
Where the land with steel is grooved
Then as she gains her speed
And whistles out her “yell”
An announcement for all to hear:
“I know I’ve served you well!”
She’s journeyed through the ages
And a boy – an old man now -
Watches as she fades away -
He waves, then shouts out: “Ciao!”
But in his mind is yesteryear
With his dog there by his side
Watching near the railroad tracks
Where the Queen-of-the-Rails did ride.
And long from now whenever
He says: “Remember when …”
In those times of reverie,
She’ll come alive … again.
Categories:
fittings, age, america, change, history,
Form:
Rhyme
But I remembered posing this possible problem to my son Keith, who is in the oil
business and he said that fossil fuel oils were derived from vegetable origins not animal
fossils.. But he didn't specify if it were like radishes, beets, corn or maybe watermelons.
I do have a lot to learn about oil. And knowing you know how serious I can be
about my writings I guess I had better stop for now and go to the library for more
information. Maybe one day I will be able to give you the answers to the questions I have
posed in my writing today.
By the way our trip to Douglas was to no avail. When we got there it was during
lunch hour and no one was in the office. We went and had our lunch and fiddled around until
about two forty-five. Again our trip out there proved useless. There was a sign in the
window they would be back at four o'clock. It wasn't quite three so we just pulled over under
a tree and waited them out. Or so we though. At four ten they still had not shown up so we
returned to Casper. As I was just writing these last few lines I dawned on me it didn't say if
they meant four AM or four PM. Well next week I my be going alone to see about these
fittings. If so I won't be able to enjoy natures beauty. And ...I hope I don't have any vehicle
problems either.
Categories:
fittings, imaginationwriting, writing,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Now that time is getting shorter for the arrival of my new home it has put quite a
stress on Shirlee and Fred. They have had to do rearranging out at their place in order to
accommodate my permanent cabin, besides working their full time jobs.
Friday Shirlee was off and there were some fittings on the skelgas tank that had
to be replaced before it could be put to use. (Now my days on the Nebraska and South
Dakota plains I seem to remember our source of heat was called skelgas even though it was
actually propane. Well that was a day ago I think) We also had errands pertaining to the
mobile home so I went out and picked her up and we went from there. Actually she has just
started working 4 days a week, ten hours a hours a day with Friday's off so we usually have
this day together anyway.
I started the day with a light breakfast (so we could eat in town) and loaded the
things I needed to take along and pulled out of the driveway. As I reached the end of our
street and was gazing into the sun waiting for the cross traffic to pass I was startled by a
sight in the distance. Probably a quarter mile ahead of me was a lake and as a large truck
passed by on the interstate I was shocked to see... The Loch Ness Monster slowly working his
way horizontal with the lake shore. Totally stunned I was then confused as to which road I
should take out to Shirlee's. Finally I decided I would take the interstate. As I passed under
the interstate to reach my turn off I breathed a sigh of relief as the monster turned out to be
a tractor with double appendages raised in the air and a cab with a rounded top. I started
laughing so hard I almost missed the turn off and had barely gained control as I reached the
house. After greeting the dogs I proceeded to do a little chore as Shirlee went outside to do
some of her chores. When she returned I was all but rolling on the floor reliving the earlier
scene. I had shared it with the dog while she was out. After urging I finally told her of the
incident. Eye brows raised she said, " I wondered for a minute as I didn't realize they were
land animals too." With that we departed for town.
Categories:
fittings, funnyday, home, day, home,
Form:
Prose Poetry
THE DEVIL'S WIND-CHIMES
Beneath the dark abyss, in the realm beyond
Hell's blackened gates, a haunting music is played,
It is a sounding's evil of supernatural rhythm, with an
Eerie quality of the ethereal, unleashed unto the underworld,
A tormentor's punishment, to plague the souls of the damned.
But the dark lord, it so calms his malevolence vengeance,
Soothing the savage anger, of the beast within.
Let the devil's wind chimes play on eternally,
If it so pleases the grand dark master, of this unique
Orchestra.
Twinkling gems, dried pieces of organ flesh, covered
In ember light, dried in the everlasting fire's within,
Hardened and smoothed, to expose the elongated faces,
Of the deceased, entombed within.
Thin chains connecting forged links, by sinful acts of the living.
Suspended and hung, are fittings fastened ever tightly,
From the devil's throne room ceiling.
These single slender slices of the undead, remain
As Satan's personal trophies, glittering in the bowels
Of Hell's fire, and sparkle in the twilight hour of midnight.
Clinking, clanking, between the forsaken screaming, and weeping,
As the witches icy winds blow, against the tormented souls trapped
Within the devil's wind-chimes.
No mercy's redemption can save them, or salvation's name given
In vain, for they so belong to the lord of darkness for all eternity.
Oh do the howling children of the night accompany these
Voices, that echo from down below, so sweetly do these
Hell hounds, add another lovely texture, to this melodic
Blood chilling song.
Behold the black hooded maestro, whom waves his baton of power,
Leading this misbegotten orchestra, it is the Grim Reaper himself,
Thus to please and appease, his highness and master.
From down below, what price is to be paid in mortal soul?
Remember this my friend if someone offers you a token's
Promise, that you feel you can't refuse, the sound you've heard
Tonight, for it may be the devil in disguise, wishing to add one
More chime to this his evilest of collections.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
fittings, dark, evil, fear, gothic,
Form:
Free verse
'Tis 60 years now come and gone
Since first we took our Pledge
To be true, one to another,
To take a step beyond the sharp edge
That marks the bounds of Mine or Thine,
Embracing, the more nobly, in its stead
This larger life of Two made One,
Sharing our travels 'round the Sun.
Through Fortune's forges
Together we've passed,
Shared its givings and takings,
First to last.
We've sojourned together the whole of the way,
To pull into safe harbor at the end of the day.
To safe harbor at sunset we come,
Our treasure in tow;
All the diamonds we've gathered
From the things we now know:
That the Having is more when the Taking is less,
That the Wealth is more than the simple show
Of whatever fine fittings upon this fair ship,
Between us the diamonds flash and spark,
All carved from whisperings in the dark.
So thanks for the diamonds,
My Beloved, My Dear
That shine with the light
Of each cherished year -
Stronger than time, deeper than death,
Those treasures we build, while yet we draw breath.
Categories:
fittings, anniversary, life, love, marriage,
Form:
Rhyme
She was a 40 foot Bermuda-rigged sloop,
with linen sails a mahogany deck and
brass fittings; he took the east wind out
of Key Largo, as the dawn picked up the
spray and pitted his tanned face,
dolphins and flying fish, played with the hull,
trying to beat each other in a race to pierce
the blue brine: nothing was like this, and nothing
was like doing this, and a wry smile stretched the
flesh of his leathery face, now massaged by the
warm leeward-wind
the heat haze threw up mirrors at the hull sides,
mixing the dazzle of the ocean gaze with the press
of the impatient sea; it’s fecund smell and the glare
of the polished wooden deck, fired in to his senses,
mixing sounds, heat and water; a maelstrom of ocean
sense;
and then he and the boat, peeled off into the blue forest
of sea and sky,with a heading for Havana set.
Categories:
fittings, adventure, beautiful, blue, boat,
Form:
Free verse
I was once misfortuned with being called a tool
by a man who believed I was most often the fool.
By a soul who only ever acted on his own behalf
I was told that I'm often used, simply do the math.
I played along with his insult as it was meant to be
by showing mock indignation at this thing he said to me.
I gave him then a ponderous look, and then I dully said...
"yes, but am I a useful tool? or am I broken then instead?"
He huffed and gave me a look, "you know what I meant"
Responded I, "I bet I'm new. not broken, worn or bent!"
He ignored me for the moment, his annoyance was clear.
"maybe I'm a cracker for nuts! A bottle opener for beer!?"
"Or yes! a wrench used for nuts, bolts, pipe fittings or more..."
He glared at my next words, "hopefully not from a dollar store"
I nudged him then, smiled some, "oh don't get all mud stuck"
"Hey! what if I'm chains or a tow-rope.. pull you out with any luck."
In his impatience, he yelled, "STOP!" He was looking rather mad.
I left it alone, got tight lipped, but oh what fun I just had.
Stop myself? "Ha!" I blurted then "I'm wily in my crafts"
"If I'm a tool then so are you, I'm using you for laughs"
Categories:
fittings, funny, hilarious,
Form:
Couplet
Every day there I am, out there.
Smartly dressed, all smiles, like I care.
Trying to fit in a world that has no fittings.
Standing straight and decent, in spite of my beatings.
This world is so cruel, yes I can see.
It Stands between me, and what I can be.
Am not a human being, but a keeper of rules.
I live in a prison with no bars, me and the other fools.
It begins in the morning when my eyes open.
I am tethered to the wishes of rich old men.
Am merely a small peace in an endless game of chess.
They move me when and where they wish, and pay me less
I am paid just enough to make sure me and my family affords.
Small luxuries manufactured by companies of my lords.
Soap, cooking oil and some cheap booze.
They have everything to gain I have everything to loose.
They get their money back whichever the case
And I must get back to work to stay in the race.
They give bonuses and loans to the fast rats.
As they lick their fingers laughing and remaining the fat cats
The fat cats in their boardrooms make easy bets.
That the fast rats will never in time repay their debts.
The fast rats may have scored somewhere around a B plus.
But their only place in society will always be the middle class.
I am no fast rat, maybe a slow and dirty one.
For me I wonder what the cats have in plan.
All in know is that everything they discuss in that boardroom.
Is not for my welfare , but for my doom.
Still dreams flirt with me in my near impoverished state.
Like a fool proposing on a blind date.
I am so naive to think I can beat the puzzle.
For mine is but a mere and struggling hustle.
To the fat cats I declare war in form of justice.
I won’t stop fighting, kill me if you want peace.
For I might soon sire some crying babies to feed.
I won’t let their hunger be preceded by your greed.
My dreams failed, I will fight for theirs with a passion.
I will die than watch them become victims of ration.
I may not be living the life I want out there,
But the life of my kids is all I am left to cares.
Categories:
fittings, heartbroken,
Form:
Rhyme
Not long ago did I meet her
She was like an angel
draped in tight fittings and sweater
She walked with the most graceful gait
and smelled so nice
In an instant I became a wormed bait
Came up to me and said the most sweetest "Hello"
I was on the verge of passing out
yet holding my nerves, I replied back with my voice all mellow
Never mind the questions she asked, I stood mesmerized
Like a zombie
I thought "Alas! I am about to be exorcised."
Then lo nature's cruelty, the beauty makes a 90 degree turn
In comes a mechanized wagon
carrying a cool intern
Gelled hair and cool sHades
I was boiling
with unwanted sweat and lot of hates
The beauty and "the beast" made a run to the cinema
I stood unwanted and realized
It is hopeless for a student without a diploma
Later I heard she was a doctor specializing in cardiology
Trying to pinpoint
at my unhygienic smoking philosophy
Any-ways it makes a good story for poetic inspiration
It's just a story
A story from my imagination.
Categories:
fittings, fantasy, girl, humorous, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
Want effective and long-lasting house plumbing? Here are few examples of the most excellent pipes for house plumbings that will last forever.
The most reliable pipes for house plumbing are ones that will persist for a long time, as well as efficiently do the job.
ABS pipes are the most reliable drainage pipes but PVC is most suitable for underground settings in commercial and industrial constructions. PVC is more heavily used in the United States, where ABS is less popular. Both work well, it all comes down to the codes and allowances of your particular region.
Water
Copper and PEX are the most suitable for the use for water services, with PEX being the most affordable by a landslide. PEX is very simple to work with and cut, as well as attach fittings too. This cuts down the price of material as well as labor time for a plumber.
Copper is more costly, and type M Copper is not permitted in all circumstances as it has thinner walls, but it can be utilized for various domestic applications. Type L copper is more easily employed for commercial and industrial settings as it has thicker walls and will last much longer.
Copper seems fabulous but needs a bit more time to operate with. The positive side of copper though is that it is a more rigorous material and is less likely to get pierced(although possible). Copper needs soldering (melting metal with a low melting point around the pipe and fitting) as well as sanding the element to guarantee it is clear of dirt and grime that necessarily builds upon the outer wall of the pipe and then implementing flux to make it more manageable for a flame to get attracted to the interior of the fitting for that watertight seal.
Cast Iron for drainage
Besides ABS and PVC for drainage pipe, you can also have cast iron pipe for your drains. These are also a more costly option for drainage (like copper is to PEX) and takes more time to work with.
This pipe also demands a bit more care to be hung from the roof as earlier discussed, it’s heavier.
When it comes to plumbing, your code is power. Whatever choice you make, be certain the hydraulic hose fittings are to code as a lot of stuff may be immediately sold, but may not be to regulations. This could lead to crashes in plumbing and accidents.
Categories:
fittings, abuse, allah, anti bullying,
Form:
Footle
Loaded Guns.
.
Windblown flosating discarded carrier bag
On an empty city street
The eerie silence of a ghost town
No mass of people and pounding feet
.
Rows of abandoned shops boarded up
And closed down
Rats breed like rats
And in daylight as night
Crawl around
.
The steam that used to flow with traffic
Now empty and dried up
Like the bars in which
We used to sup
.
Broken windows shattered glass
Graffiti scribbled upon public walls
Weathered metal cast fittings rusting fast
People claimed by the creeping reaper
The devils plague and ill winds he wafted in
A losing battle
In a war we can never win
.
Misleading information and media hype
Has turned each new day
Into an endless night
.
For foolish people didn’t listen
And now they reap what they sow
Infecting fellow innocent humans
They don’t care about or even know.
.
Loaded guns shooting in the dark
Destroying humanity
And a tired world apart
Man has taken a step too far
Going downhill fast with no brake
In a burning car
.
Hope be a slippery slope
But maybe all we have
We have to make the most of now
We are alive for now and should be glad
.
Time may not be on our side
And we need guidance and help from above
Time to wake up and abide.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Categories:
fittings, angst, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
I'm not too fond of the world today,
Too much rubbish and takeaway,
Nothing today is built to last,
Like the solid stone buildings of the past,
Comfortable homes with easy chairs
Axminster carpets on the stairs.
Wireless that was always on
Sadly this is almost gone.
Sterile apartments are now in fashion,
Chrome fittings and tiles are a passion,
For most who need a place to stay.
Comfortable homes have had their day.
Things today are not made to last,
Craftsmanship is a thing of the past.
There does not seem to be a rule of thumb,
For anything or anyone.
Solidarity is what we need,
No quicker fixes because of greed.
We all need to build a solid b oat,
That will unite us and keep us afloat.
Categories:
fittings, 10th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Potatoes And Mushrooms
Fries are not only deep-fried sticks to which nothing permanent connects
But also, what happens when a person makes some serious mistakes.
And a way to eat however many potatoes a person wants to in one sitting
Even after a couple of inconvenient but needed fittings
Steaks are better for people than snakes especially at lakes regardless of who bakes but sometimes more fat than meat -although maybe not in sweet old Crete Maybe that doesn't bother a Pete or a Skeeter - however it does bother me even without bees.
The hatred of mushrooms is sometimes based on uncorrected misconceptions but they make poor brooms for bedrooms and awful grooms-not to mention bad brides but they are pretty good stuffed, as are potatoes!
Categories:
fittings, food, funny, humor,
Form:
Free verse
If you aim to be a blacksmith, boy,
You’ll need fittings built to last.
So, know that if the anvil rings,
It’s been forged instead of cast.
You’ll need to stand the heat regardless
How the bellows feeds the draft,
And hammer down apprenticeship
While mastering your craft.
You’ll need to tend to all specifics
As to tolerance and measure.
And fashion every masterpiece
As a temporary treasure.
A puddler turns out iron by the ton.
A blacksmith makes the tools that get things done.
Categories:
fittings, allegory, art,
Form:
Sonnet
Bringing out all the little tricks in her bag wanting to impress and edge up in
standing of her circle of influence
having left behind the squares of preponderance
She laughed aloud at herself before anyone
else could
Out of the box and tossed in air the garments
was flying everywhere big poofs of gauzy and fluttery finery no better satins could be
had for the scenery besides Who would not stop and stare when she's seen there in something looking close to underwear
Alas, my poor girl who's direction is askew if you only knew. Take off put on repeat all day you wish you had a better you
but nothing is going to change from the outside in so find some new fittings and
sayings you'll be ok
tis better to know what's in front behind and all around for it's not to the crowd in which to be proud
Categories:
fittings, beauty, character, community, culture,
Form:
Prose Poetry