Best Spanners Poems
In the Australian summer
you’ll always have some mates,
they will ride upon your back
and then fly to your plates
at your picnic in the outdoors,
and there’ll never be a truce,
when you’re putting out the food,
and both hands are in use.
Bloody flies get in your eyes,
up your nose, between your toes;
eat your pasties, eat your pies,
those bloody rotten little flies!
When the lawns need mowing
and the mower will not start,
you pull the thing to pieces,
and when it’s all apart,
you need full concentration,
for nuts and bolts and springs;
with spanners in both hands
you can’t swat the flamin’ things.
And they don’t mind my sandwich
after eating horse manure,
and of course the barby meat
becomes their ideal lure.
When a fly goes down my throat
I near choke to get it clear,
and reckon that they cross the line
when swimming in my beer.
So to avagoodweekend
oh, its gunna be so hard,
amongst a mist of fly spray
and a coat of aeroguard.
Flies dying in their thousands,
become one big mistake;
their mates turn up from miles away
to join in at the wake.
Bloody flies get in your eyes,
up your nose, between your toes;
eat your pasties, eat your pies,
those bloody rotten little flies!
Categories:
spanners, angst, humor,
Form:
Lyric
I have some favorite tools I use,
Whenever I ply my trade,
From the hammer in my leather pouch,
To the retractable cutting blade.
I also love the spanners I have,
One metric, the other in inch,
When I use them to tighten to my car,
The small electric motor winch.
And the ratchet, socket and circular saw,
Displayed inside my shed,
I love these names said loud and proud,
From mallet to Phillips Head
And I use these tools every day,
I use the chisel, the grips, the wrench,
I love disappearing all the time,
By my old warn wood workbench.
Categories:
spanners, funny, work,
Form:
Quatrain
“Bob The Builder Lynn” (2 years old)
At our residence in the United States
screw drivers and pliers are always at stake,
if in need, you will never find them even if you wail
as Lynn Waiyan Thein took them all away.
Around the house he would crawl and play
and he is “Bob the Builder”, he would call and say
as he is very much interested in fixing toy cars all day
playing with rings and spanners , the whole day.
If you are in need, you should better buy a new one
as Lynn is the Commander in Chief with play gun
Grand Pa, Grand Ma and all Aunts stayed fun.
By Dr Ko Ko Thein (U.S.A.)
Salt Lake City.
Dedicated to my 2 years old grandson Lynn W. Thein.
Categories:
spanners, child, Grandson,
Form:
Rhyme
The genie is on the loose
The genie is on the run
Ali Baba and the 40 thieves
Pandora box has been sprung;
Pandemonium, helter-skelter strung.
"Why did you do this"? He asked
'I heard a voice that ordered me'
The genie on the loose
And the people on the run.
Running helter-skelter.
The dragon unleashed
Spanners in the works
Too many cooks tending the broth
Many phalanges eyeing the broth..
The Scilian code of silence is broken
The genie on the loose.
Zebra crossings in the game reserve
Ebola the terror from Monrovia
Revered in Lagos Nigeria.
The genie on cruise control.
Boko Haram in the North East
Terrorists in religious garb,
Weakness of the Nation awakened
Reality dawns on the
Conscience of A Nation
The genie on the loose.
At last our sacred realm
Of peace has been broken.
Fear reigns supreme at the
Fringes of the the Country's borders
We are now face to face with terror.
The imagination of a Nation
Held in a vice grip.
(This was written in March, 2015)
when the terrors of Boko Haram
was at its peak ravaging Nigeria.
Categories:
spanners, cry, dark, horror, journey,
Form:
Lyric
Poetry Soup, The foundation where I’m planting my roots,
Lassoed by a rope that’s never loose,
Always bringing me back,
I’m here, ready with no fear, high jacking minds causing post traumatic panic attacks,
Ya no match for Quincy Mac! Always attacking while on track,
Was once a street rat, intellectually faster and now your poetic master!
The Rhyme Advancer with the answers,
With deadly sexy stances of grammar,
Aggressive techniques you don’t seek, seen as dangerous, so you lag and stagger,
Dancing with words bringing this banger,
Too advanced, for the ignorant class, who lack comprehensive swagger,
Picking up my spanners, I assemble transcendental concepts making you tremble,
Majority blessed by their synthetic environment, so minds are simple, worthless like a pimple,
Needing popped, shocked into trauma, so you wake to the storm of the west,
Always assuming ignorance is an asset,
A threat to ya well-being, intelligence tells us we should want to know about everything,
So learn to THINK, in sync with observations that interlink with the missing link,
Quick, question your sick social rank, thoughts go blank? No one to thank for wise principals,
I perceive myself as a human individual, home is earth, but cursed with feeble people influenced by evil,
Been told I’m on a different level, NO! Believing this will take hold of my ego,
Instead I write with flow and send out these writings to your brains radio, So turn it up!
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow I pickup bombs of ammo,
As I undergo experiences growing my vocab to blow minds,
The Knowledge Mastermind, of good and the upheaval of fallen thoughts of evils,
Painting life right now, in this domain claiming a divine easel, that equals more than worldly rules,
Prepare ya tools, Reassemble your sanity from all the insanity and ball,
**** in the air, frequencies of fecal matter disrupting what you think, to you its nonexistent and nothing,
Writings encoded deeply, not for the sleepy, hard to put together like a double sided puzzle,
All or nothing, no trouble, with balance keeping an eye on my surroundings, while under my angels wings.
Quincy Mac
Date written: 11.6.2016
Categories:
spanners, angel, blessing, meaningful, self,
Form:
Free verse
You may think I'm crazy, or that it won't suit me
If I had one wish, id wish for a booty
No not a car trunk or sock for a baby
For I want an azz like a big curvy lady
The backside iv got, I'm getting annoyed
When seen from the rear I look like a boy
I can't keep my jeans up, they fall off my bum
No matter how tightly my belt has been done
No elbows on tables, for safety, not manners
Embracing me is like cuddling spanners
Covered in bruises and yes, you can laugh
I get a numb bum when I sit in the bath
I just want some padding to cushion the blow
And being so skinny, ain't all that, you know.
Categories:
spanners, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Hell’s bells knell if online love I accommodate
On Instagram, Twitter and Facebook
In moments driven by exhilaration to promote
A fad that’s all the rage online depending on which romance book
Tickled my fancy last weekend
When bored with brick and mortar love I thought I could sample
The new romance culture and mend
My revulsion for it and kick a new propulsion system into motion in ample
Time to make a boldness statement
Driven by the will to satisfy my faltering ego
Whose bleak romance testament
Derided and paraded as pathetically shallow by the id and superego
As primitive in its outlook
Too pensive in its approach
Needs a thorough overhaul in the hook and look
To which it clings regardless of what any romance cockroach
Brings to the table
In the wake of new manners
That render romance less stable but more able
To spring a surprise or two if in romance works no busybody throws spanners.
Categories:
spanners, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Let us go to certain half-desserted restaurant
Where cheese is spread on the table like an elkmilksheet
Steaks are burnt, curries are bland, puddings are mulberry mist
Let us go to certain half-deserted street
Where women come and go like milkrunners
Wenches in hand the spanners span the Einstein's space
( Here I am dizzy,I am confused, should it be my space?)
They are savvy nuts pulling legs of navvies
They are all dancing quirks and frizzling squidface
I am Nero, I am nerd, I like to fly like a booming bird
But hey see all ******** I am bamboozled in a brown pit
I am cheated, I am a cheat
I am timid, I browbeat
Let us go to certain half-deserted street
Kiss her kill her miss her mess her give Sue a treat
I am not fit.
I have heard bunkers singing
Weapons roar, F-16 kinking
Tattered cops and freaks swinging
Cows are mooing churchbells ringing.
Children laughing, couples blinking
Midsummer snow snowstars twinkling.
Churchbells ringing........................
Shanti Shanti Shanti.
Categories:
spanners, age, allegory, angst, crazy,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Small minds people’s frailties deride
Drawing comfort and report
Although average minds decide
Events to discuss in their effort
To imitate great minds
Who ideas and ideals discuss
Upfront and behind blinds
Where they fuss
On humankind greatness
Buried into ideas
Whose robustness
Fears
Nothing as they step forward
Swimming against the tide
Where a mediocrity coward
Draws succor and pride
Arguing it ain’t worth
His trouble to explore the rigour
Gems of superior ideas bring forth
In the vigour
Great minds inject into prospects
Humankind ought to explore
In mediocrity suspects
Whose forte lies in the arcane methods folklore
Promotes
In the business as usual attitude
Which demotes
The forward thinking latitude which gratitude
Bestows on the progress path
Littered with trials
Feminist Sylvia Plath
In her deluge dials
Dreamt of in her poems
Where she explored ins and outs
Lying inside and outside totems
From which greatness sprouts
Undaunted by criticism
Rebuke
Sarcasm and cynicism
Which lie in the puke nuke
Super Powers in their ubris
Flaunt
Between the Euphrates and Tigris
To taunt
Prospects of humankind survival
As a fallacy
Whose conjectured arrival
Throws spanners in the Super Power delicacy bereft of mercy.
Categories:
spanners, poems,
Form:
Free verse
I confess it’s better everyday.
Since you have swung your heart my way.
Rock bottom seemed to have no floor.
Then dove into the bleak abyss.
Blinded till I drowned amidst.
Light leading to the lamp-post at your door.
Step inside your space unknown.
Painting the room, coloring stone.
Then getting better became a chore.
As spanners wedge inside the works.
When the cunning serpent lurks.
Zealous murals bit by dull rain; pour.
From dust our empty canvas grew.
Garnished the feel of love once drew.
Just promise me it’s getting better.
From prisms beaming to ash again.
Fixing pale became a trend.
The swings made me a surly debtor.
Still I know each time we fix a letter.
We adjust lifes tint a little better.
All the time.
Categories:
spanners, appreciation, art, beauty, hope,
Form:
Verse
So many many memories
From a time so long ago
But it never seems to get easier
And I really wanted you to know
We did everything together
My best friend was right next door
Always in some kind of trouble
Never knowing what's in store
Playing horses on the walls outside
Collecting wood for Halloween
You really were a great best friend
The best you could have been
From dangling from the school gate
Getting kicked by Ritchie's horse
For all my childhood memories
It was you who was the source
Life threw so many spanners
Of those we had our share
The pain that came with losing you
I never can compare
Time is a great healer
At least that's what they say
But sadness comes with memories
On days just like today
Sometimes we lose the ones we love
No one knows the reasons why
I'll always have a tear for you
Every single time I cry
Your face your voice and humour
Has never gone away
I hope you know I miss you rob
And in my heart you'll stay
For my dear friend Robert Hanley but I miss every day
Categories:
spanners, best friend, loss, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
Africa, why are you excited so much
with roasted chicken you get each year
coming to you from foreign poultry farms
Can they lay eggs that can hatch, multiply?
Africans, why are you excited so much
with rusted spanners you sign for each season
coming in to build grass-thatched huts
Can they build industrial complexes in Africa?
Africans, why are you excited so much,
with expertise you invite for every project,
coming in waves of hawkers, advisers?
Can they build independent African economy?
Roasted chicken, rusted spanners are exciting
to Africa with eyes covered by fogs and mists
Categories:
spanners, africa, satire,
Form:
Elegiac Lyric
Lingering will it be in our memories
As we memorise the memorable
Memoir of the memorial
Of Dele Giwa
A letter engraved in a Bomb
Plucked away our prolific
And dogged pen pusher
Dele, A News Watcher
Became a news
Watched under the watchful
Eagle eyes of millions of watchers
On a day better not to remembered
Sunday 19th October, 1986
Came the news of Bomb bombardment
We all woke up to the verity of a
News very sad to watch
But watched with pains and agony
There the Bomb boomed
With a letter speaking only doom
Dele, Life was abruptly seized from you
By the BBI of this world
Your dream was caught short
Orchestrated by the goons of the
Jackbooters in power who still
Want to return to power by means all
Dele, They threw spanners in your path
With the quest to kill the
Message and the messenger
But Dele,19 years after
The message lives
It leaves them
Only to live on them
For your message lived on truth
It feeds only on Justice
Adieu Dele!!!
Your blood shed will continue
To sprinkle trauma and agony
On all your killers
As we promise to continue
To truthfully push the pen like you did
Till the ink finishes
And till we can push no more.
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
October 1st 2005
9.00pm
Categories:
spanners, anniversary, death, inspirational, power,
Form:
Droves and groves of darkness driven in rickshaws of dissipation
Shake to their foundation heaps and drips of innocence
Grown in salient steps in anticipation
That progress pricks open wounds of imbalance
Weighed against flares of care cultivated
In travails that avail advances
Processed after assessment indicated
Needs for innocence to devolve dances
Minds meander in to invite dollops of hope
To rescue sanity and dignity from complacency
Imbibed in goblin gulps that grope
For light and might in the darkness decency
Strains and cranes to appropriate proportions dunces imitate
Manners that grow and throw rows of spanners
In the works full of ammunition to decimate
Conduits of despair to pave the way for meek manners and bold banners
When envelopes of hope in their sterling scope
Shine light to illuminate stairs
Where despair creeps, sleeps and weeps to hope
For a solution that solves pesky problems upstairs
Sowing seeds that weed out feeds
In formulated fractions and functions with efficacy
Effectiveness and efficiency creeds
In a manner dishing out an adroit diet delicacy
When an invisible hand snaps to attention
Combat crews primed to wipe out
All clouds of despondency whose mission
Terminates defeat deficiencies beyond any shadow of doubt.
Categories:
spanners, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Expectations unmet
In love that shone light
On hopes unfelt
Strode astride in flight
To Cupid’s abode
Where love smote
A heart that rode
A hurdle whose coat
Sought to suppress
An impression within an operation
Meant to address stress
Felt so keenly affection
Crept, wept and slept
A deep slumber
Swept to a pillow’s left
In a mood so somber
A strident snore
Shook awake a lover
Whose interest to prick the core
Of a masked matter plucked a clover
Under the cover of a truce
Initiated to patch up differences
In opinion and substance grew loose
During conferences and inferences
Took the lover to task
Daring him to chide churlish manners
Even if the lover chose to ask
Busybodies to stop throwing spanners
In the works forgiveness
Strove so hard to bring about
Within the thickness and stillness
Commotions injected to tout
Provocations and convocations in their varieties
Seeking to surge forward
To kill realities
That fought backward
Processes of recesses
Bent on promoting increasing tension
In affection accesses
That wouldn’t come to fruition
As time by dint of inevitability
Failed to heal the jilted
Despite their desire for humility
To plug up gaps for the wilted who felt ejected and rejected.
Categories:
spanners, poems,
Form:
Free verse