Best Propulsion Poems

There was a wild drink-craving pair
Who an Aussie airliner’s fuel did share.
It made in their guts masses of gases
Propelling them south via their asses.
Maori swear...

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The city of Prague
In a different world
Its centre ripped
The whole world heard
 
Its now separated by
Canyons so deep
The day it happened
To hear a country weep
...

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The umbra of my Soul's eclipse,
Stellar dweller cosmic ships.
Solar flares and lunar lairs-
Blackest Holes and deep abyss...
Photo gamma satellite,
Telescopic magnetite.
Anti-Matter fusion shatters
Super-Nova afterlife
Gravimetric poly-synthetic-
Nano vortex...

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If pigs could fly it wouldn’t be good
You’d have to go out with a brolly
Wear Wellington boots and waterproof suits
Life wouldn’t be happy or jolly

There’d...

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Earth dwelling mongeese are neither toys nor coins and pedalling backwards then forward is not considered the primary way of jet propulsion off a very...

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The chocolate box melts slowly on the fire,
The cards and diamonds captivate no more,
The champagne cork exploded free of wire,
Lies propulsion spent upon the floor.
The...

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Energy’s Suffocating Gallop
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The strong gust of wind was cut off from its source; a frigid early spring blast that swept across a lofty mountain range, high above...

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paddling out
	in a stylised freezer container
sustainable propulsion
	for a fossil fuel by-product boat

he floats into blue tranquillity
	watching the bottom slide by
as rocks weeds and shellfish
	give way...

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Glistening peaks of waves in the moonlight,



soft and tender lapping at water 's edge 



as the beach welcomed the incoming.



Anticipating the velocity of tidal thrusts,



sands...

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The extraterrestrial guest and sovereign of blue bloods 
and son of the most reverent ancient tribe and octopus’s cousin
you have been setting on emperor’s throne
from...

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The runway runs into her trained eyes
like a roadway that rushes red
into the dreams of her electrified soul,
she's so pretty in her disciplined perfection
a young...

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06 February 2010


Dream of Sailing
By: Noel N. Villarosa


Never sailed on a three-masted sailboat
Where it bustles to find a smooth wave
Where the wind is its engine
And...

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The light once so bright
In the humble dandelion,
The power that amazed us
In the migrating birds,
The patterns so intriguing
In frost on the window
Are not lost forever,...

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I have been instructed to release the following
manuscript on the death of my client
Mr John Phillips. Who was a former officer in the Royal Air...

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