Best Internals Poems

Why do mechanics need manuals when they’ve fixed it before?
Answer my question or I’ll walk out the door!
Didn’t they attend trade schools or get OJT?
Why need repair manuals?  That what gets me.
I just want a mechanic who won’t refer to a book.
Just fix my...

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A small desire like a spark, I do not know lit from where,
Frenzy of becoming an orator in me did flair;
I watched often, like blackbirds, seldom shutting my eye-lids,
Each speech of great orators, staying solid like lipids...!

It's time to perform - said well-wishers, relatives and...

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I'm not going into work today
I'm taking a day off to rest,
I've been feeling under the weather of late
and really not up to my best.
I've taken some of my holiday
I didn't want to go sick,
As sickness can bugger your prospects
when it comes to promotion real...

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Alcohol can numb the pain
But it's not the best thing for it
So have a drink and have some fun
But please don't over do it.

It's can be so addictive 
You may need it everyday
But when you finally sober up 
Your problems haven't gone away

Some say it...

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It was approaching midnight in the internals of the Eternal Garden of Dissolution
The dying were displaying bland expressions as they cradled the moment
The old were holding on tight to the path of the faith they had picked
The middle aged were picking their religions based on...

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Let’s dive into our mind
Look around – perhaps nothing is as it seems
There’s a unique perception
An amalgamation - of what we call me

Like rich fertile soil
Brimming with potentialities
Nature verses nurture
So grow the seeds

The roots grow deep
Manifesting in the subconscious mind
Breaking the surface
Revealing the crops –...

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"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan

Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms,
yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss.
When one confront internal mechanisms,
whatchamacallit ... orphaned hit-or-miss.

A conundrum conspires an endowed soul,
behooves postmortem liken achievement.
Where'er wits helix...

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Nature nurtures blooms and blushes
With redbirds, bluebonnets, and bulrushes
And peacock-curtained cirrus evening skies;
That unveil a Milky seine before our eyes,
Alluring our awed admiration
With magnetic, majestic fascination;
Easily eliciting an emancipation
To unparalleled faux freedom;
Fostering fleet-flying feelings;
Sending stunned senses soaring
Inevitably inducing intoxication
Which connects our inebriated emotions
That persuade our...

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The screen kept painting the history for the team
In horrific scenery as the chickens came home to roost:
The wars supported in media by ideologies it would seem,
Whereas deeper was the fight for resources needed for economic boost;

The environmental disaster with each new technological advance
Advertised as...

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Locked, the fourth floor’s doored cubical
Inside the ghosts are lined up saying ‘hi’
Never is there goodbye: no living/leavin’
Did fear entrap? Is it power of the mind?
And who is to say, within, is not Nirvana...

Long roads taken, to nothing at all...
Entangled internals that never flee...
Eternity so...

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These circular and endless gyrations
the scaring  of those cruel inactions
resulting torrents of frustrations
bland unrelenting dissatisfactions

No softness in my life
only grinding in my head
just the constant march of strife
looking for a feathered bed

Black cloud hovers constant deluge
ice soaked standing all alone
looking for a little refuge
never...

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What's cooler and juicier
Than a long-striped rime of green,
Whose internals are fortified with
An explosion of mesmerizing desire?

Or a total circle of green without stripes,
Protectively enclosing the best of eats,                ...

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With me, during my high-school-days, studied a little boy, 
His father was a doctor. This filled him with immense joy;
At his constant demand, once to his dad's study I went,
Seeing the skeleton, to my feelings, I gave vent; 
Inquired my friend; he said, oh, in...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces, John Ruskin, 1853

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I had no friends and was totally striped of personal pride and self respect.                    ...

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I know well of a cat's ear, eye, nose, teeth, coat, paws and claws,
Do I know, what's behind its look and mysterious pause?
I know a dog's acute sense of smell; muscles and fingers,
Do I know what's going-on when he quietly lingers?

I see my neighbor-child stand...

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