Best Industry Poems
when industry
stood on this soil
with chimneys that
spewed sweat and toil
the furnace fires
relied on mines
through arteries
of railway lines.
now looking back
to charcoal skies
through rosy mists
of childhood eyes
a line of trucks
each filled with rocks
crawled slowly past
a signal box.
the building formed
a silhouette
that framed a scene
I wont forget:
the dying of
that worldly light
was captured there
in black and white.
I'm standing now
where true art stood:
in a 'reinvented'
neighbourhood
where sleepers sleep
beneath the grass
where once those engines
used to pass.
here in our country,
people suffer in cancer.
it's industrial prism.
no one can't get away.
one has hired just last year,
then see what it'll turn.
after three trimesters,
a new life will appear.
this pandemic illness.
of somebody's flesh.
cling to one another's,
set an immoral quest.
this world has carried over,
with the hand of a beasts.
and he who obeys him,
will taste the sweetness of defeat.
single or married women,
can be fell on this trap.
inside the cave of a lion,
all its wanted is lust.
people using people,
rulers must play their role.
to stop filling the bowl of trash.
Aiyah_025
philosophical
Entry poem for :Giorgio V.'s Impress me with a small poem V (Yay)
** 2nd Place Winner**
God asked Noah to construct an ark
He provided him a detailed instruction
God gave him a head start, prior to construction
It would have three decks, a door and a window as its bench mark
Then Noah And Sons Ark Company (NASAC) began its task
The ark had no rudder, so the folks laughed at Noah and his boat
It needed no rudder to steer it, it only needed to float
“Umm, God do you think we can fix a rudder on this ark?” Noah ask
“Noah my son, this is where most folks missed my boat
To need a rudder means you know how to arrive at your destination
My son I will steer you to safety, I am your salvation
I’ll finance the project; here you are with the bank note”
So NASAC constructed the ark out of their comfort zone
But how did Noah get all the animals on board?
God supernaturally directed the animals like a horde
About 80,000 animals went in, each identical sexes like a clone
It was full with thousands of animals with a smell of a zoo
Most of the animals who took a nap during the weary ride were bored
The King Lion, the Eagle and the Elephants were the Executive board
The young pigeons in the ark often “coo”
But was old Noah sure it would rain? Was it a mystery?
Did he project the atmospheric weather forecast?
Noah was indeed a wise man, he began to broadcast
No one heeded and the flood did come; it was the worst disaster in history
How many would buy a Jaguar without a steering wheel?
Are you so wise fixing your own rudder?
To steer around the mountain you encounter?
Rest in Him, for He predestinated you for the good pleasure of His will
By faith Noah, being divinely warned of God of things not seen as yet, moved with godly fear, prepared an ark to the saving of his household, by which he condemned the world and became a heir of the righteousness which comes by faith. Heb 11:7
Clocks tick, pages turn, and pencils furiously inscribe notes; two more chapters.
The house is silent; earbuds blare.
And as the city sleeps, you refuse to conform.
Rest is for the weak; I go against the norm.
The only question is, as the sun retires and the moon clocks in, which will you choose,
Productivity or inferiority?
During the industrial revolution,
Poe’s raven spoke with elocution;
“Nevermore”, now we’ve a solution,
just you wait for distribution.
We’ve invented great machines,
clicker-clankers, sure to please,
With cogs and wheels that spin with ease
and long, tired days, they will soon cease.
Wondrous gauges, invented by sages,
power-piping giant bird cages;
oh the miracles of the ages,
carefully crafted in small stages.
Just wait and see, you will adore,
hard working backs won’t break anymore,
travelling with steam, from shore to shore
is truly a great way to explore.
Guess what, you’re going to also fly,
like the birds up in the skies;
keep your glass eye, nearby
soon automobiles will be passing by.
Just don your top hat, c’mon gents;
oh, things may cost a few more cents.
just imagine the automated presents,
you can buy, let the future commence!
A is for Airspeed who graduated from Oxford
B is for Bristol with their whispering giants
C is for Convair and Canadair also
B recalls Boulton-Paul who built many Defiants.
D for De Havilland and those sleek Comet racers
E for the energy shown at Embraer
F connotes Fairchild who made a Packet or two
And G stood for Grumman at whom few tomcats stare.
H means Handley-Page or old Hawker-Siddeley
Astounding the globe with their jump-jet designs
I’s for Invincible, she sailed with Sea Harriers
J for the Jetstream with its dynamic lines.
K stands for Kaman so creative with rotorcraft
L must be Lockheed, the Starfighter’s dad
Whining like werewolves when losing their airspeed
Sure to send shivers down the spine of some lad.
M is for Mooney, sleek princess of pistons
N recalls Northrop proud makers of Hornets
Patrolling our oceans from carriers grey
Safeguarding airspace up close to the Arctic
Or defending the cargoes we import every day.
O for the Ospreys whose engines can tilt
P means Piaggio with rare pushing propellors
Drowning-out tenors with their monotone song
Queue for the taxiway, proceed as instructed
Safe separation your life will prolong.
R for those Robins with oddly cranked wings
S stood for Sopwith, with taut wiring and struts
T for the Taylorcraft, no need for sprung nosewheel
U for the uniformed men in rough huts.
V for those Vickers from Brooklands ascending
W for Westland down Somerset way
X-painted large means don’t use this runway
As it’s not been maintained for many-a-day.
Y is the yearning to sit in a cockpit
To strap oneself tight to a privileged seat
Z for the Zeros that rattled their cannons
And so strafed the decks of a Pearl Harbour fleet.
"Our schools are...factories,
in which the raw materials-- [Win/Win hopeful] children--
are to be shaped...into products...
The specifications for manufacturing
come from the [pre-millennial] demands
of 20th century [corporate] civilization,
and it is the [competition] business of the school
to build its [robotic white] pupils
according to the [nature wins so spirit loses] specifications
laid down [by naturally unspiritual disorder].
Dean Ellwood P. Cubberly
Stanford University School of [Fundamentally White] Education
1898
This does feel dated;
A caricature of post-millennial green ecoschools
for healing Earth
as a whole blue/green red-blooded therapeutic system,
sacred ecological home for plants
and ecotherapeutically cooperative people,
resilient bicameral students,
cooperative deep learning robust listeners
to outdoor theological classroom voices
singing more resonantly
restoring ego's inside harmonic peace
through ecojustice Voices.
Because we passionately disagree with 1898
Big patriarchal robotic incorporated Win/Lose propaganda places
against active and creative multicultural Win/Win integrity,
We also agree with deep learning green STEAM outside classroom models
for healthier
more resilient
more nature-spirit integral education
for allied EarthTribe integrity,
secular/sacred learning solidarity.
We would please our democratic selves more
running cooperatively away
from Bored of MisEducation competition platforms
and dualistic personalnature v publicspirit loyalty parties
We will do resiliently better health care
giving and receiving
re-celebrating choices for multicultural climate health
over more and more toxic public storm and terror patterns,
Business as uncooperatively unusual outside
while approaching 2020 more vigorously Left with Right aware,
by letting go of 1898 LeftBrain ego dominance inside.
This rusting chain is witness to an age
When slate was quarried from these ancient cliffs
And where one hundred quarrymen earned a wage.
This harbour, filled with steamboats, schooners, skiffs,
Became a hive of industry, back when
Demand for road-stone, roofing slates and bricks
Was at its peak, then never seen again.
In modern times it’s in the tourist mix;
From far and wide they come; their aim – “The Shed”—
A posh fish restaurant. Book in advance,
Secure your table, or disappointed
And hungry be, and float in fresh fish trance.
The smell of fish and chips wafts from the galley.
Move on, quick! Away! We dare not dally.
Media industry
Munafiq industry.
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Thanks to Valsa George whose Mother Nature poem inspired this write. INDUSTRY is celebrated by most national economists, but often I prefer to say: industry means "inDestroy" mode
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Heavy equipment digging deep
I feel their weight, bombs, blades
They rest on my chest, cut me open
Is it my heart they admire, or seek
No, diamonds and such, not much
But they kill their Mom for trinkets
I bleed, I bleed, "I cant' breathe" -
yet I will lo ...v... ove you
Signed : dying mother nature
Co-signed: Genesis Writer, thy creator
Turner's artistic gift is sought to a working-class dream sequence.
His visual poetry beats the factory revolt's time and place.
In a stunning display of moonshine, which erupts through the sky.
At the right, Keelmen, flat-bottom keels hauling coal along the Quay
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: February 3rd, 2022
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Enter the 'A STRAND (1066)' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
America always used to be known
For her thriving Industry
But now that all seems like a dream
A wistful dream from way back when
A time before the New World Order
Made slaves of honest men.
It used to be fair wages
Fair pay for an honest day’s work.
People could live the American Dream
Your job gave you everything you needed
Jobs were plentiful and abundant
They weren’t being sent to countries overseas.
You could work towards owning anything
Life wasn’t just a daily struggle to survive
Life was enjoyable and everything it seemed
You could be anything you ever wanted to be
Employment gave you a feeling of success and having good fortune
It gave you a sense of inner pride.
You could have a house, a car, a family
You could accomplish and own something before you died.
But those days seem to have disappeared
They’re a memory that seems long gone
Just like American Jobs and Security
How long can this go on?
(December 22, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
astronomical
industrialization
abomination
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
The offence he committed
He finally admitted,
After his case file was submitted
And witnesses’ evidence permitted …
Also, the money has he remitted
And the name of his accomplice vomited.
Still his movement is much limited
Like gases from an industry emitted.
BREAKING: [WEALTHY VENTURE CAPITALIST] BUYS
[PLOT OF LAND] FOR [INDUSTRIAL EXPANSION]
[CIGARETTES] AND [TYLENOL]
[TORNIQUETES] AND [ALCOHOL]
LOOPY DOOPY [LAUGHING GAS]
[COLORS] [FLAVORS] [SASSAFRAS]
FOR [FALSE SENSE OF FULFILLMENT], TRY
[ARTIFICIAL PRODUCT MARKETED TO MASSES]
[HOUSE FIRES] AND [CAR COLLISIONS]
[BURNING TIRES] [FIRST INCISION]
POKING AT YOUR [LUNGS] AND [HEART]
[PURVEYOR] TO SELL YOUR [PARTS]
[SELF MUTILATION] AND [SHEDDING SKIN]
IS ALL THE RAGE
[RUBBER HOSES] [PLASTIC GUMS]
[POWER DRILLS] AND [OIL DRUMS]
[SYNTHETIC SOLES] AND [FAT PAYCHECKS]
[POLYESTER] AND [LATEX]
LIMITED TIME SALE ON [INORGANIC BODY PARTS]
AND [FAKE IDENTITIES]
[PROSTHETICS] AND [FACTORIES]
[GASOLINE] AND [BATTERIES]
[CRACKS] AND [FISSURES] IN YOUR [SKIN]
DOUSED IN [DIRTY MEDICINE]