Cranking Poems - Poems about Cranking

...I remember reading a short story by Hitchcock. Three friends walk and converse as they make their trek home from work. Huddled in mind, independently fearless, the cold air or hot night baring their......

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...The remnants of August 2024 Hurricane Debbie Like a humane huntress, she (the anthropomorphized storm) brought a spate of cool Autumn like temperatures and gentle soothing rain here within my ......

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...He is cranking up the old rusty engine again, but all that work is in vain, sweat is running from his anxious face and grease is spilling all over the place. There he goes again with his tool bag and......

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...Down the faithful brick stones he goes with his favorite monkey Spiff through the alley where twilight glints soon turn from pinkish to gold beneath a yawning sun. Bringing forth a new day,......

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...Roaming over the wheatfields their joints a-cranking insecticide fog blankets the air Oklahoma dustbowl bleeds Relics of a bygone day, all angles they move ravaging field......

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...Big muscles of the organ grinder, his biceps burning. Cranking springs, the tired, but cheerful, Italian chap. Many chapters of his life on streets of cold cement. His beard, silver tone; his worn......

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...Would a starry sweep Alight against an engine As seemingly the great aghast retain The seven sent, the cr......

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...I tried squeezing my eyes countless times, But even up to date when l close them, folded scenes release their leash on me, How could l even start explaining because we didn’t even do mammie and da......

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...In Yorkshire, a bit of bacon-butty in a greasy cafe - could have had blood sausage. My breaches are squeaking, mice are leaving deposits. Somehow a few do applaud my slippery tongue. Beer i......

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...sputtering poetry, the impotent poet tells me, she was “…puttering around Pittsburg.” potent poetry. perhaps, alluring alliteration potentially portends ......

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...I am a painting factory cranking out eight to ten canvases a week it is my gemini mentality it is my high mccormick energy I am a poetry factory slapping out seventy poems a week it is my iow......

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...Days passing on by Nights sometimes I try Finding the answers to the why Seeking to find Some piece of mind Keep looking over here Over there Eventually, that is where I'm bound Under the gro......

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...Dream state yields deep sleep personifications Upon lying supine - eye shutter lids into the land of Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, where the sandman beckons and bids dead to the webbed wide world, ......

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...Been cranking out some crazy dreams of prehistoric birds in flight Six foot tall with bills like puffins looking to roost for the night One flew into a high line wire did a triple and slamme......

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...We were a country where people roamed free where you drove cross-country without paying a fee We were a country where folks dreamed big outside of Washington where men wore wigs We wer......

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