Dynamos Poems - Poems about Dynamos

...One person cannot make a difference the naysayer argues. But I do not take the bait, for I have learned. Naysayers do not have a stopping point. I could prove it to him. If he followed me to an......

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...August 11 2032 It was the Day after Damian's 39th birthday. The Seven were Now a year old. They slept in Two big beds welded together. It still appeared as one big Crib because of the raili......

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...being treated for fructose spasms during one of the last movies on Earth after the great Enema of 2012 when the heaters were on high the authorities were called in but his claims were all backed......

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...Dynamos of Goodness spin and spawn off good Christians may be expected to seek perfection But what exactly is it ("Obedience not sacrifice," says the WORD)? No, not perfection but multiplication ......

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...I'm reading The Evolving Self: A Psychology for the Third Millennium, by Czikszentmihalyi, and How the West [sadly] Came To Rule: The Geopolitical Origins of Capitalism, Alexander Anievas and Ke......

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..."I moved through the Quarter as if through a stage-set to an opera which, having finished its run, might be struck at any moment." John Wray, Canaan's Tongue I move through this post-sel......

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...Delightful diners flutter near, creating quite an atmosphere. Their tiny beating wings I hear. They lunch a bit, then swiftly veer to left or right. They bring su......

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...Long live the USA, my native land, the birthplace of my granddaughter, Shelby Renae. Let's teach our grandchildren how to be kind. To be thoughtful is a talent well-defined. Don't wait until the Fou......

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...The escape commenced. The endless drive from middleclass suburbia ala Levittown; across hill and dale, packed in a 1947 black beauty of a Lincoln Continental; to the land of Peyton Place and Steven ......

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...Because the dumb-struck awe sings in the wires, my hair on end it stands, of joy anticipated. The honey click and whirr of dynamos beneath the skin that push the blood......

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...As the metal that shone like lacquered glass Corroded to rust; As the pistons that moved like silvery silk, Fell to halt; As the engines that throbbed like teenage sex, Crumbled to dust; As the......

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