Lathe Poems - Poems about Lathe

... (center)Visions grow out of our imaginations like vines. We want to excavate a bare-knuckled past with the jaw bones of concussed elks. A cold moonlight carves them still. They are the blunt......

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...The war refuses the head, below wasting in dead Rearing the front as storms fell the timbers rot Upheavals breast, shorn and filled in neglect Lay useless she had cried, allow dimple and deny T......

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...Artists are not so different, at times glossing over truth, hiding beneath a sheen -- some extra linseed goes a long way... What is this cry for realism?! Picasso sought deeper meaning vi......

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...Run, Run, .... The Lathe From Field's Feat's Sum! Sound Sound's The Victory Strength.... We've, .... Brung! ......

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...The sky is a dull blur this morning. At such opaque times, I clean the lens of mind, to see what clarity is behind the gray filters. Surprisingly, I perceive, some last snowflakes have been ......

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...Many are the edgy tool forms shaping this piece The lathe has turned for millennia with no cease Milling takes place in immense illumination Those sharp edges move; in darkness saturation ......

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...Hands of the piety Phalanges of work and charity Driven to spearhead not stoop Enliven and share not droop Fingers we dip on stoupe Churches of the holy in troop Our faith we lathe with pride......

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...Before you are no more pass on something of meaning to a stranger some obscure legacy you have owned for at least a year for it has to have the touch of you upon it. Nothing engraved nothin......

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...Newfound faith is like my life’s lathe to shape me up and behave or erase all hate and praise Jesus he’s to amaze/ No if’s, and’s or but’s he’ll raise more ways to create craze or phase my mental ma......

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...A leaf turns on the lathe of the wind. Cities of iron crumble.......

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...A scrapbook of soil knits the land. Earthworms patchwork hidden birthing-chambers, grit and gist abrades into the leached sap of leaf and grass. Rain storms push up an upholstery of......

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...The Working Man Should have been born with a dorsal fin That was made to stand proud Only for time and oppression to cause it fail Oh, tilikum, we weep The working man is made to perform Hi......

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...A Job I work designing guns Never out of a job Quite creative work Firing pins to mags Via handles and barrels Art via a lathe My mind and hands Always at work Like the hitmen from LIZA......

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...It's through lot of pain and hardwork, Using lathe machine to do metalwork, Struggles in doing all the piece work, The individual work and group work, Before the product gets a trademark. Day ......

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...Freely Asked And Wholly Answered In Each Others Touch. This As Much As More And Never Less Than All. Strange And Wondrous Beauty Thou Art Rare To Thus Descend Upon Me Now As I, Stand Thus......

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