Conveyors Poems - Poems about Conveyors

...Just as a child talks to his dad, talk to the Supreme Lord. He'll fulfil your needs and show you the heavenly abode. Praise him. Worship him. Glorify his name as it's holy. You are a co-heir of hi......

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...There's an empty space you carry around and mostly ignore. It doesn't cause much pain when thoughts are elsewhere or you are given facts to explain away the ache. Nothing more than an abandone......

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...Some call them junk because of dust and rust. Strangers disdain their honored positions on shelves and secure places. Owners refer to tricycles with tattered ribbons hanging from tarnished h......

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...A belt keeps pants from falling down Or gives the loops employment. A song that’s belted out may give The audience enjoyment. A belt of Scotch may calm the nerves But there is no denyin’ The ......

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...(based on Aldous Huxley's book "Brave New World") Human hatchery Clink clink clink clink... Test tubes prattling past along the chrome plated production line. Glistening unde......

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...When packing for a trip to where The weather’s always iffy, It’s hard to know just what to take So you’ll be looking spiffy. The same advice is given by Experienced conveyors, And that is you should......

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... "Temperance Tarot" in the mystical ream of tarot card prediction painted canvas figurines proclaim Future depiction a magical illusion holding phenomenal accuracy revealing journey......

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...Her currents are the watercourses that drive the gales and rain her depths carry the bounties that man has fished for gain Her circulations can bring the te......

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...In here, the coolness is other-worldly. On the conveyors, the passengers seem to float towards their destination. Down on the tarmac, a plane's wing welcomes in more passengers departing, w......

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...Impressions and confessions are a dangerous deal, after a slap across the face and an ice-cold meal. Johnny was a sick little lonely sad boy, his mom pulled his hair and his dad broke his toys. J......

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...On Bourbon Street in the vertical rain, In the dominance of shadowed domain, Where the swamp gas reeks of a distant death, Faint and remote like a dying breath, Steam rises up from the cobbled gr......

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