Best Girder Poems

(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone,...

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These Hands, These Hands

I have seen hands like this before
In every size and color
Hands that are parched and withered
Strong hands, tired hands
Hands that can bear...

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Oblong outlines of a soul
Stretched in elliptical misery
Redefines the perfect circle
To a breakable volatile tautness

Loosely cloaked in sheaths of epitonic blue
Draped upon the shrinking body...

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From whose words,the ten commandments
It doesn't matter,you shouldn't break
The lord you see,as it reads
You shall have no other gods before me
If you shall ever do...

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Murder of a Sheep Herder

On a tall cross that had a girder
They caused what was to be murder
Of Son of God our sheep herder.

Jim Horn...

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As if a child should understand an  adult’s muddle,
putrid oil slick puddle,
the dreadful pain we foist on wide-eyed offspring.
Robotic elders crush with rigid slabs...

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Mercurial splendor; earth, sky the 
props
Sunlight glints through 
effervescent drops
Fluorescent beams glisten through 
glowing treetops
O'er grassy plain, steel girder slides 
and hops
Colorful symphony earth's 
footstool...

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Follow The Steel

Protect the sanctity of the steel
The loins of the towers rumbled
At their bases leaving a traumatic loss
The world will never forget this day

When...

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As if in opposition it stood
Like a distress call from a precarious time
Juxtaposed perpendicular to an open grass laden field
A horizontal girder of ominous warning
A...

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I drove down the boulevard as I did a thousand other times
Passing by the aged blue-gray house - the bachelor's pad across the street
Hunkered down...

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Mostly it's just gluing bones together
ones found in a well furrowed field
a scattering of empty joints,
undetectable until tripped over.

An iron-age rebar
can be dug for
it will...

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If I could be a raft
I would gladly rescue you
If I could be a branch 
I would float as close to you as I could...

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went on rampage
they never would act their age
creating much rage

what we always did dread
had nightmares sleeping in bed
more people were dead

when willow did weep
we would...

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He records the works of his life, the ephemera
he once scrawled onto the tissue thin,
thinking them indelible blueprints.
Most were fables told to a dying legend,
Pastimes,...

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My boredom stretches like a steel girder across the abyss
to wherever it is that boredom ends.
My dog wines his most insistent whine,
the one that says,...

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