Gear Poems - Poems about Gear

The oil, the gear and the rod

The Day you realized 
God hadn't have created everything for you
You find yourself a disrespectful ewww
Sociopath
Pursuing your adaptive stupid path 
As History of path of yours prior exists
And feeling so entitled, you
So comfortably choosing the positioning of yours
Attempt to make the lives of those remaining few
Whose values are not texts defining true

In mass of measurable

War of any kind

ROSE dear, in you I see my control gear						
RISE from your doubts, feel not any fear

HOT looks of yours, makes me totally wet
HOP and hug me, for you I readied a jet 

WAG to me you become, to have my kith and kin
WAR of any kind on earth, for you I will surely win 



10th

Safety Gear

In emergency
Ropes are the best safety belt
Assures urgency.

A Soothing Si

It revivals the obvious
scripting fun and pleasure
a mix that is as addictive as
anything one could
find needing
octave monte' in ranges
situated between measures
a sound that is different than the
sound
that it mad by the musician who
chore to be perfect and
more on time 
Six Double Basses provided
the deep sound
along with a Tuba, 6 bassoons
and a flute that glided
on the

To the Man In Baywatch Gear

To the man i met in spain 
By the pool in baywatch gear
I could never have imagined
Wed create a life so dear...

I would catch you gazing over
But i was blindly unaware
Of the connection between us
That was clearly there.

The holiday was short
We only shared a little while 
But in those short moments 
You always made me

Missed a Gear With Much Fear

slipped and missed a gear
worried and was with much fear
did run over deer

God who is endowed
made much thunder which was loud
coming from a cloud

each thunder instance
was done with much persistence
close or from distance

thunder was abrupt
destroy and is corrupt
upset and disrupt

Defeated By a Woman

The Election result is a kill-joy
And has a man made a boy:
A result so blunt I’m trying ketamine;
That should my recovery determine 
My BP should’ve been key issue
And its treatment a Toilet Tissue …

A woman has captured my capital
And what’s next if not Hospital?
The whole stuff taken to any doorstep
And claiming to have watched my

Engaging the Gear of Lust

At all women was he looking with a leer,
So evident too true and clear
You can this verify from A seer…

Even at women no longer near
And ones their hating eyes could spear
All of them passing off as “His Dear”
Save one he’d reserved “My Deer”
And would eyes into her sear:
A knife neatly slitting a pear;

God’s Seventh Law

Gear Up

It is set to take the stage,
We see signs of its coming,
The tillers eagerly await,
Its visit brings life, hope and newness.



March 5, 2022
MARCH IN Poetry Contest

A Deservedly Misunderstood Driver

A Mitsubishi breezes out of the South at Seven,
The North storming at Eleven;
The driver’s continual worrying of gear five,
The tires of the machine ever roaring alive;
In pyramidal slights of screaming passengers
Now-turned doom-alerting messengers.


It’s a driver clearly going bananas,
His remarks classically proving his uncivil manners;
Kano pedestrians openly mad at him,
Now and then attacking him as a

In Gear

She taught him young how to walk,
But later he chose where to go.
She taught him his vocabulary,
But later he chose what to say.

She sang him a mother’s song,
But later he chose his own lyrics.
She even picked him out a spot in the choir,
But when he was older, he picked out the songs!

Life gives us an

Two Gear Changes

Two gear changes is all it would have took.. 
Two gear changes and perhaps a second look! 
The result of you not checking your speed, the 
result are now to painful to see!

Policeman keeps asking! too numb in silence 
and horror at what you see to answer questions 
he’s throwing at you.

Idle driving will now

Run In Excellent Gear

R-ain
O-r
S-hine
E-agerly
M-ake
A-nother
R-un
I-n
E-xcellent

G-ear
A-s
T-he
I-ncoming
L-uck
L-ooks
O-bvious

Topic: Birthday of Rosemarie T. Gatillo (August 26) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Welcome To the Jungle

Hide away in fear,
For the dead begin their reign.
Try to escape and they think they are in the clear,
But according to the girl that is like a megaphone, this is only the start of pain.

Fight away through the fear,
No more hiding, there’s no choice,
Even if a sugar rush may cheer,
The wilted flower speaks the hard

Shift the Red and White Polka Dots In Gear Mama

Shift The Red and White Polka Dots In Gear Mama


From parked rains the little boy lets out a scream
Past the clouds and rainbows his eyes day dream
His umbrella shields his pent up pain
And his shouts weigh on mother's vain
For he tears eternally for a sister's voice and gleam
Please mama, he says, bring me a red

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