Engines Poems - Poems about Engines

James Montgomery Doohan was for the engineer part a shoo in he was given a rank greater than ensign and was always yelling I got nae power in me warp engines ...

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astronomical anatomical atoms buying brilliant blubbery bimbo blobs collecting claustrophobic colorized clandescently clams depicting deplorable dependable depraved dendrites enticing and enlisting energetic enthusiastic enigmas finally fueling fussy frisky flatulence, forming fleece finders giving gluttonous glorious gargoyles grinning grace holding heavy-handed hospital heathens Ignoring impassible imaginative ideas of interlopers justifying jiggly jealous jaundiced jugglers jumping jury joyrides killing kinesthetic kingly Kansas killjoys leaving lighthearted Larry lollygagging lower...

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I miss the open highway I’m besotted with quick getaways. What other sensation can compare to pulling G’s with wind-whipped hair? When my foots on the throttle, I feel unstoppable. Faster, faster, no faster, that’s the rush I’m after. Where are we going? There’s just no knowing, but no matter where we roam, the GPS will get us home. One thing was guaranteed, the speed limit would be...

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Kings of lizards The great multi-horned beast A rise in the east, The prodigal son Coming in the Fire Of mythic Agamemnon! As the beast lay waste to Dominion… Divinities promise oblivion, When the engines feast, the King of kings In the east; arise, HIS son born to none, We machines are cold and time is old All...

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We are engines not autonomous, we need for safe driving ...

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Man has built the beast Rought from blood and bone sweat and tears of creation man has built the engines that feast on the body blood marrow stars die as empires rises from the east cold bathing all in holocaustic light hollow inside covering all in ashes, flesh and mascara Horror! Born to none the engines feast mechanical heart...

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if the pathways and parklands of my childhood could talk they would speak of time crawling before it could walk. and when clouds hung like mobiles on strings from the sky I would run with my arms out pretending to fly. I would 'land' near the steep bank that looked down on the track to watch trains pass there daily before then heading back. in that long,...

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Firing the raging forces of chemical warfare in every cylinder Upon collision of these particles An offspring of mechanical movement is born from the rigours of combustion It has strokes for a pulse It eclipses shyly over the tar of the freeway I was told on it's fourth It moves. Today I'm petrified by the rumble of engine and metal A...

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when industry stood on this soil with chimneys that spewed sweat and toil the furnace fires relied on mines through arteries of railway lines. now looking back to charcoal skies through rosy mists of childhood eyes a line of trucks each filled with rocks crawled slowly past a signal box. the building formed a silhouette that framed a scene I wont forget: the dying of that...

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Alabaster annoyance Blatantly breathes bulbous brightness Cadaverous comedy caring Daintily during delicate delivery Exciting elderly enigma. Furious fiery feeler Gregariously greets High-handed hustler Ignoring imaginative immediates Jauntily jeering judiciously. Kangaroo kisses kibitzes Leaving luxurious loners Merrily masticating mincemeat. Never-do-wells needing knowledge Ostentatiously officiate on orange orangutans. Precariously polite Pomeranians Quietly quiz querulous quoters Reposing rapidly ruining Still sassy strenuous strikers Turning toward Tuesday tournaments. Understandably unprecedented underlings Vindicate vicious vagrants While wishing waxy widows would ‘xpect...

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Little Engines I think I can, I think I can as the engine slowly dies I think I can't, I think I can't it starts again and comes alive Should I stay or should I go wave hello or wave goodbye Should I leave or should I remain make a choice stop asking why You think you can, you think you can telling yourself more...

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