Grinding Poems

Grinding Of The Wheel

Life requires adventures sometimes 
So that we can gain courage all along
I'm telling you, slide down from here
And your troubles will disappear then
Come and try it, it will be interesting 
It's better than being alone at home 
With your thoughts and being bored
It's good being childish sometimes 
Recall the old fun play hide and seek
Than facing the world in matured form
Life so serious when facing the world
My face is grown likely into a full man
But heart feels still when in my twenties
Age is number and is biological too
The younger eat and drink sweets
The older eat meat and drink hard
This makes sense as life grow colder
I miss the time when body get tired
And the mind admit his daydreaming
Now the body is reacting to aching
This is how life is grinding like wheels 
While the mind think with complexity.

Keep Grinding

Subscribe to the lime
And embrace the crime
Fidgeting your moon
Earth shall vanish soon

Grinding

she cracks a sweet
   he cracks a sweat

   tooth story

Finding Love In Grinding Times

1)  When tongues are wagging,
     Eyes are sagging,
     Times are dragging,
     And life is nagging...

Chorus:
Look above,
I say, look above,
Look to God,
And find love.


2)  When some are scoffing,
     Some are laughing,
     Some are teasing,
     And life's not pleasing...

3)  When eyes are crying,
     Times are trying,
     No one's minding,
     And life is grinding...


08/15/2018

Life Grinding Through a Mill

I often watched  him tirelessly sifting
Grains of native corn in a rusty mill-
     Those arms a kinetic flush, quicker than
     July’s heat, as if glazed limestone rubbed
A wavy mane blown by summer’s tossed air :

Perhaps, I have imagined him laboring-
Muscular  taut  and bronzed by scorched hours
His gait languidly aloof fetching water
    Across the pond, a lonesome vignette,
    This image cast-off like a bag of disused husk
Far out behind, steep as the upturned leaves...
Eyes doleful flickering on late noon’s hardened toil.  
While upon paddles, a man’s life seemed to rile  
    Where golden-rod turned to nickel's work,  
    That down old chutes rolled musky sweat of flesh: 

I have beheld him amid dusk’s aftermath  
Of sadness roaming there in faint overalls,   
From his glimpses, the mill of pit and death
    And each lily I clutched for him wilted,  sagging-
    For in my own aloneness, I dared not meet him. 



Gristmill Contest for Craig Cornish
6/3/2018

The Grinding Wheel

Finally put down those bad habits 
Upset that apple cart 
Swore off all the things that I 
Swore I'd never start 

When you're out there playing young and dumb 
Thinking you can handle it 
That's when the devil comes along 
With a mighty grip 

Placing your feet to the fire 
Serving up last meals 
Grabbing your soul with a pair of pliers 
Holding it to the grinding wheel 

All the smoking and the drinking 
Is not what it pretends to be 
Lost time with its ambition  
And future guarantees

Other habits need not be mentioned 
As this my mom may read 
Suffice to say that those days 
Were more than footloose and fancy free 

Given it all up,  one by one 
Every rotten slice 
No more stuffing of the face 
In the eating of that pie

As I'm back to clean and sober 
Able once again to breathe 
All of it is finally over 
With that there's no more need 

No more feet placed to the fire 
Serving  up of the last meal 
Satan can put away his pliers 
As dust settles on the grinding wheel

Finding Halt That Is Grinding

Finding Halt That Is Grinding

To screaming halt Trump came to a grinding
When hearing that agreement must be binding;
After his body and brain he did further inspect
Results seemed to have a spring board effect
For years has been unwinding and unwinding.

Jim Horn

Old Woman's Hands On a Grinding Stone

The coyote circles
he always circles
he shadows the path
of our existence
set by the pattern
of wind blown seeds

The old man sleeps
while his children 
play by the fire

He thinks he is 
still the slayer
of enemies
that are long gone

The crow waits
in a ragged nest 
for us
to move on 

My old heart
beats like this
grinding stone
it beats, it beats
and it beats
until it is still
like the dogs
in the afternoon

Sleep waits for me
like a white wolf
in the shadows
of that long line
of trees

Patient as water
he must wait for me
until I finish
my meal

Cloaked In Grinding Whispers

Cloaked in grinding whispers
Such inhabitants feel
Their way
Gallop the day
By thrusting, trusting
Emblazoned minds
Envious looks deflected
As the clan stays on task
The full-time preoccupation
And execution of self-expression
Daring risks trickling
The vacant gutters
Thirsty for adrenalin
And a satisfying gulp
Of shattered dreams
Fashionable product
Underserved and underappreciated
By the sanctimonious angels
Slinging hash in pits
Adjacent to the realm of man
Does thou hast remedies
For secrets and manipulations
Self-inflicted
The favored play of
Tenderlicious vassals
Who clamor for more
Than anyone truly deserves
The proven chorus
Decorated in colors
Beyond their years
Hum a distant buzz
Galvanized harmony
Textured strokes o' plenty
Count the measure seventy
Plus whatever is needed
No budget heeded
Because symphonies
Laced with street sugar
And turnstiles revolving by
The peeks and cheats
Sing the bling
And never stray too far
Given no better place
To go.

(8/7/06)

Grinding Towards Salvation

My soul feels the hard rub of  life
so relentless, this flinty grinding 
as I cram through narrow passages, 
crawling on my hands and knees 
towards the salvation of your touch

Grinding Start

I turned the key,
pressed the gas pedal.
The motor belched
the starter grated.

“No. Not today!
I can’t be late.
I’m teaching the class.
I have to be there!”

Our three-year-old
piped up from the back seat,

“Try it again, Mom.”

The motor coughed, caught,
settled to a steady purr.
My little two-cylinder Fiat,
slow, but steady as she goes,
took me everywhere.

Again, from the back seat,

“I knew it would start, Mom.
I prayed.”

Grinding My Gums

If I could see into your mind
I wonder of all the mischief I'd find
I bet I'd see memories you'd like left behind
or I'd see your rationale that was forced to resign

By your ego and pride and lack of humility
the parts of you that I hide when they start to appear in me
I'd see the dreams and ambitions and hopes that end suddenly
and maybe just a little shame sneaking in rather subtly

Would I be able to face your inner thoughts ringing clear?
would you think all the thoughts I never wanted to hear
and shine a light on the subjects I've always feared?
would I receive any wisdom, at all, for my future years?

Or would I only find tears?

I've always thought too much of what goes on in your head
the insecurities haunt me as I lay in my bed
the worry, wonder and heartache I wish I could shed
as I sit and I wait until these feelings are dead

but what if, for some reason, that day never comes?
then I may go insane, take my place with the bums
and live out my days in a shack in the slums
my teeth already ground and I'll be grinding my gums.

Grinding of Metal Upon Metal

The grinding of metal upon metal
Is such a sickening sound
Like dollar bills flying out the window
It's off for repairs you're bound

Times you dread while driving a car
Hope upon hope you avoid
Physical contact with another vehicle
Your day is totally destroyed

Happens many times every single day
In the age of this frantic pace
It's bound to happen, this aggravation
An age that we all must face

Who knows where all this is leading
Will we all just turn into mush
From this totally ridiculous style of living
We'll be nothing but bits of dust

© Jack Ellison 2013

"phone Grinding"

"Phone Grinding"
       (R&B)

its a low and slow love 
its a one of a kind, once in a life time 
super mind grind 

the whispers that are told over the phone  
i can WAIT, till the day is done 
just to laid down 
and talk for a wail

pretty little one 
are you alone to night 
hey girl 
hey girl 
pick up the phone
don't you know, its me

the one you want, the one your always gona need  

Hey,pretty little one  
lets put on the moves 
and do a little phone grind

by:lyricvixen

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