Diesel Poems - Poems about Diesel

...CLEAN AIR Only a few now recall the London smogs The early Fifties, I think it may have been When a man used to walk ahead of a bus As schoolkids, it was a strange time for us Almost every day......Read the rest...

...Black Cloud The sky frames this backdrop Footsteps - always moving - but never in the right direction Bang Bang What is that?! Stay Away! Can't you see?! Vroom Vroom The diesel engi......Read the rest...

...London growls under the tread of diesel driven dreams. A stork visits, an attic full of discarded toys. White mice sleep in pajamas, made of childish nightmares. Barges reek still, just as ......Read the rest...

...the writer Now let us try this again to write a document With one letter marching nicely in front of the other Like adding instead of using numbers to give the written words prettiness, even if......Read the rest...

...A day of sunlight Cascais has had a few good days with sunlight and no rain already, the meteorologists are worried, interviewed on TV They display concerned faces, more rain is needed. I use......Read the rest...

...It was Christmas, and we were young, when the snow was deep and the lights were strung, along Stony hill, Allen and Main. And my uncle`s dead but he too would light up on a fifth of bourbon a d......Read the rest...

...I turn back and the light’s glow is neither day or night, And the lilting summer waves gently caress the shore. Worn black rocks, stand as ageless and silent sentinels, And a trawler’s dies......Read the rest...

...Aspen leaves flutter like birds as a breeze ponders the lake's surface and I brush away a willow leaf of cold jade. Soon there will be a face in the moon with its familiar brow arched over what ......Read the rest...

...I really did not know how bad it was till lockdown came and forced a change of scene. Then aircraft contrails stop scarring the sky and rumbling roar above then went away along with that rage ......Read the rest...

...Diesel spray for Christmas Butt-face bar of soap for birthday, it's no small joke On isthmus They laughed out loud Though on emotions 'bout to choke You're ploughed Watch out! ......Read the rest...

...Imagine a standard barrel of crude oil – 42 gallons. The barrel unit of measure dates back to 1859 When Pennsylvania oil wells were first drilled And the wooden ‘tierce’ wine cask Holding 42 gall......Read the rest...

...(A New Zealand Poem) In thought as I sit here, 747 flying by, in contrast to the isles of white clouds cruising eastwards across the Manukau sky yet another 747 passes by. Tourists keep on coming......Read the rest...

...They seem skeptical at first. Some heard the words and called it's oritor a fool. He applauded the thought: and marveled at it's intent: but saw no profit it it's structure and devalued the need, ......Read the rest...

...A New Day I have seen flies shake their wings on top of a cistern’s lid I have broken gossamer looking like angelic mist and millions of costly pearls glittering in the field I have seen delica......Read the rest...

...A New Day I have seen flies shake wings on top of a cistern’s lid I have broken gossamer looking like angelic mist and millions of costly pearls glittering in the field I have seen delicate gre......Read the rest...