Best Sprockets Poems

I feel the clock
as it begins to unwind
Tick tock, tick tock
another second behind

Springs and sprockets 
intricately interconnected
Tick talk, tick t a l k
My slow down unexpected

Pendulum swinging
from side to side
Ticktock,ticktock
Not swinging nearly as wide

The Cuckoo is coming
It will stick out it’s head
Tick tock, tick talk
I...

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In the space between the moments
Myriad eternities merge,
They come like dreams
    on whispered interludes
          between seeding and
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piano rocket
jazzy orchestra sprockets

no electric guitar
no electrical sockets

careful where you dance
might get hit with a lover's locket

no security here
no need to empty your pockets
bumping to trumpet prophets...

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Flatbush . . . Bedford Stuyvesant . . . Saint Jerome's . . .
Our Lady of Good Counsel School . . . The Sisters of Mercy . . . The Franciscan Brothers.
Double features at the Farragut movie on Saturday A.M.:
The Mummy's Curse and Abbot &...

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O' woe, begone betwixt machine,
Breathe clowns galore this Halloween,
Lay tricks played game, device for fools,
Be sprockets, chains, and things learn I,
What need be fixed, of me, they vie,
Deny me naught borne bag of tools.


2019 October 21...

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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.


PART 1

the highway's double line snakes in 
and out of my headlights
they searchlight the lanes 
for a motel pool TV free ice 
a...

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I wondered what I’d do If I had chosen a career
Would it have been based on challenge or overcoming fear
I could have been an electrician
Working with plugs and wires and sprockets
Or maybe even a politician
Putting my hands in other peoples pockets
I might have been a...

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The Clockmaker

The old clockmaker sat at his bench
In the shop where he'd lived all his years
With a monocle lens on his eye
And his desk filled with sprockets and gears.

Everything had its place in a drawer.
Every drawer labeled proper and neat. 
Only sound to be heard...

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Time will tell, just gently listen,
to the sound of gears and sprockets
conveying a concept quite complex.
ask it a question and watch the position,
of the needle telling you what you want to know,
as an unstoppable force compels it to do so.
You cannot make it go faster,...

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hello hate
say i say sayd hello hate
contemplatory emotional tags
these sites drag lips womb walls are stretched
my eyes have been sifted through sculptors
beyond castles dreams
clouds lines with the very thought of me
clones they come bulging from sulfur
fingertips wagging chalkboard remarks
shreal eclipses eardrums as fingernails ring
painted beyond...

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Don’t just raise your glass, stand up to cheers
Until each and every one gets audibly clinked
Repeating Ike-ism’s stretching memories years
Keeps the good ones up front and spirits linked

Not so subtly cheat (just a little) in a crokinole game 
Enough to get caught to see who’s...

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Perhaps one day the world can change
remove this grain from the gears
those sprockets seeking to rotate
have no need to compensate

an irritation that few admit
except to step around the grit
damned by silence without regard
for the feelings of the gnat

allowing gods to have their way
with full knowledge...

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Doodles and dabbling
Pillow stuffings in the hall,
There is toilet paper 
Colliding in and out of each stall.

Perusing and cruising
Space shuttles standing tall,
There are sprockets and things,
In each hand, ready for the belle of the ball.

It is time for school,
Paper planes turned into sails,
Spelling bees to...

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Johnny jonquil jerry justified jilly’s jeu jeu bee
Dilly dally Doolittle dodged debonair simon legree’s degree
Freakish freddy frogmouth forever frolicked footloose and free
Michigan mike’s handy hardy heart hovers over a wild monkey

Photogentic photons prance prettily in posey’s poignant plea
Sparkling sprinkling sprockets on a special soupy spree
Verigated...

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