Best Whirs Poems

In the copper-clad cradle of time
where gears whir fugues to forgotten dreams.....
the fog—a somnolent specter—drifts.....
veiling the calculus of progress
a manuscript etched by steam and soot.

Hark The hiss of pistons proclaims
a triumph—or perhaps a dirge—
for we have harnessed Hephaestus’ fire
yet grasped not his wisdom.

Verne's visions chart...

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You unfold the mantles of paradise in my eyes,
As I, ambassador of beauty in curtsy arms, rise!

          
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I like it when she talks
I like the way her hands fly through the air, animating, orchestrating a ballad of colourful characters, each word coupled with a swoop or sway or swing or charade.
I like the way her face vivifies as she speaks;
I like the...

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Down the Primrose Path

Beautiful and pleasant  summer evening
away from the madness among the yawing 
breath of brilliant sunset. Slow ease moving 
lilac mood of twilight, welcomes me dreaming.
Lost in my steps, neglecting to listen to
my inner wisdom, knowing the view.

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Open eyed I stare at the simple setting 
waiting for the day to start,
the bread-baked scent of morning warms.
The grinder whirs and whirs,
beans fly, grounds brew, cream chills,
will you come?

Rose nails tap, finger wish to wrap
arms to bend as heart shaped chair backs
about the trunk...

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A fervent fairy
In romantic dream
Holds a watering
Can, flitting over
Her daisy sweetheart.

Morning sunlight
Obscure bee whirs,
Round fair-haired face
Tease twinkle toes.

Mice clamor, 
Hedgehog rolls 
Heather blooms.

Weaving 
Spider

Hides.

1/6/2021...

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Bedsprings crochet bones together.
His back is sutured to gripes
stitched to gummy joints.

In the toilet, avoiding the mirror,
humming softly,
shunning conversation with himself -
the ceiling drips a sump of memories.

The park --- Frances revolves confused.
"I don't understand."
A phrase with self-winding words.

A slight miscalculation,
a turning away at the...

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Staff Meeting
	
	At my desk each morning, 
	over my first cup off coffee, 
	I call the staff meeting to order, 
	a gathering together 
	of my various bits and parts 
	that scattered in the night, 
	each to its own devices, 
	be they terror, 
	notes on that yellow...

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Making Hay 

by

Kevin Fairbrother

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Gradually winter fades, spring has begun

The ground will warm up, the grass will grow

The winter rains, the spring sunshine, now for summer

This will make the grass grow and grow

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The hot days with storms and rain

The grass is getting longer every day

Time to...

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Love and admire someone
Deeply,
Build a castle with him
Brick by brick,
Paint the walls with frescoes,
Draw dreams.

Hold him
When the illness comes,
Cook him chicken broth,
Kiss his sweaty forehead,
Suction his wounds,
Puff his pillows.

Drive him to the hospital,
Listen to the whirs in the room,
Check the lines on the monitors,
Introduce yourself...

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The songs of birds can be heard
send a message without a word.
Skeptics say they're just sound
others find them quite profound.
A peaceful call to nature's mind
from winged friends of every kind.

Listen with the ears of your heart -
"Kok...Kok...Kok..." Ravens passing by...
"Twe-u...Twe-u...Twe-u..." Robins about to fly...
Earbirding language...

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I Wait With Bated Breath...
(slack jaw froze mine countenance
when eyes blinded with figurative
daggers asper mistakes in original draft,
hence...this flood proof, fire resistant,
and fever reducing error free version.)

(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
     from a previous time,
yet appropriating wands zone...

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11. They came to devour and sin.
I was briefed by a cornucopia of beings:
From Torchwood, ARGUS, SHIELD and their kin;
The Talamasca, The Shop and MiB Greens;
A BPRD agent who was burning in Hell;
The Syndicate, Consortium, Watchers and Trust;
The Illuminati brought a golden bell;
C.L.I.T.O.R.I.S., MHI (such...

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She whimpers and whirs
She banters and she b****es
Tired of my abuse
She’s exacting her revenge
This may be my last message…

Look! She just censored my second line! 
This is total b*****s, PC!! What the h......

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Initialise >

Under that lid
Lies a labyrinth, glistening
Made sturdy by steel
Perched on an alien-like platform
A circuit board, if you will

Weaving in and out of this entangled metal mech
A perplexing network of cables, the forefront of future tech

Where electrons are trapped, stored on an endless grid
They make...

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