Levers Poems | Examples

And So You Write Poetry

Poetry is the one place
where people can speak
their original human mind.
-  Allen Ginsberg.
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You can get lost sometimes
in the mind's obsessions,
its need for order, to gather in
what spills out
from the ruptured sides of certainty,
the comfortable surrounds 
of routine -
and so you write poetry.

Then there are those moments 
when all descends into panic,
when you lose control 
and the world spirals inward,
winding itself up into an ever
tightening catastrophe -
and so you write poetry.

And when something
in this world or beyond 
wants to speak and finds
in you an ear in which 
to whisper and you 
are gifted a tiny spark
of the sublime -
you write poetry.

And even when the cogs
and levers of your life click
into place and run like clockwork,
and yet leave a fear 
that the ticking sound
you hear is the countdown 
to a final detonation - 
you write poetry.

Fulcrum of a Rose

The rose is a common flower,
and sometimes goes unnoticed -
when our attention is remotest.
But, a rose has a special power. 

Being a blossom that is clever,
she garners our attention
with affectionate intention, 
using fragrance as a lever. 

Sometimes, we, too, miss people here.
Our soul warns, when we drift from shore,
not to forgot what we are here for.
It's voice, a lever, for those held dear. 

What is the fulcrum that we can't see,
that makes these caring levers work?
I do not understand nature's quirk -
It's a beautiful mystery.

Play It Cool

Play It Cool

A Cool Demeanor 
Is A Novelty Form
Of Conformity.

*

Oh, I Forget, You
All Don't Hate That
Dread
Conformity Like
I've Been Forced 
To Do.

Doodily-Doo.

Not Forced.

I'll Think About It Later!

*

I Haven't Been Normal
Since My Teacher
Demanded I Put Things In
My Own Words.

I'm Still Not Sure 
What That Means.
 
NOT Gibberish.

I Just Pull A 
Few Levers And
Hope For The Best.

Wahoo! Let's Take This 
Uhhhh... Gfdhg Ride.

*

I Make Sure To Make Sure To:

Don't Get Too Many 
Detailed Ideas From 
Anywhere Else...

Just The Gist.
Then Let It Roll
Out Slow.

Stay In Flux.

*

I Don't Know...
Why Hate All The
Alternatives Of Con-
Form-ity?

Dumb Trick.

 How Do You Stay Impressed
 And Always Amazed 
 With Random New-Found 
 Wonder If You Do?

*

I Can't Pay Attention
And Conform At The
Same Time.

It's Probably Just
A Convenience Again
And Everybody Else Is 
Fine With It.

*

Cool With It, 
I Mean.

Oops.

-Gray Squirrel

06-05-2025

A grave concern'

What is to be expected? Mr Trump finally was elected.'
Before was Biden.' Yet there were forces behind him
Holding gold? And other riches.' Influencing this world
By almost un-seen stiches.' Garnering power destroying
So much reveling and disporting.' Deploying much lust'
Of world the apperatus, the opperating machine just how
Much did they own? Seventy percent? Or thirty? Unknown
Or so it seems.' Yet they could give a racehorse as a gift
I would guess a dozen yachts, small armies of influence
You get my drift? On whats what? So would they go easy?
Into an unfriendly night.' Or would they hold onto their levers of might.? Might they not consider? We shall appear
To do less.? And any in power we'll hand some real stress
Along with an advisory' on just how much they can do.!
To instill a charade of difference.? Just a thought now mind
You!!)

Complicatd

Women
we all know are
so many knobs and buttons
strings and levers
volumes and settings
push or pull?
up or down?
speak into the mic
of adjust the equaliser?
all so very confusing
for a simple man

I think I have more chance
with this Rubik's cube
I hold in my hand

NEVER'S FOREVER'S

I’ve a box of never’s
Slightly used
Some just lightly touched
Others quite abused
For never is an endless moan
A screechy thing lacking tone
A chewing dog without a bone
Each never a curse eternal
Debates its choices infernal
Made in moments nocturnal
By youth neither “pat” or “mat”ernal

Yet there are things worse than the “nevers”
Those fevered, forgotten “forevers”
Caught in a moment that severs
The fulcrum from that which it levers

So if you’ve a choice
And a sly silky voice
You may make of the “never’s”
“forevers”
Pack them up tight
Keep’em way outta sight
Lest they stop by for a visit
                                               …At night

Subjugated

You say see it your way
Trying hard to convince
Me repeat what you say
Each word I painfully wince

Memory has sharp twists
Heavy mind candidly speaks
Reasons counted off lists
Your narrative has leaks 

Nonsensical tremors control
The levers of guilt pulled
Relegated to a desperate role
Your idea of brainwashing sold

knobs and levers

This poem was mused by:
"Shakespeare won't look at me" by ThomasW.Case
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We fill our lives with work and stress
in the lust for new possessions
we're taught that this is called success
and it makes for good impressions

But pleasures we’re taught to suppress
so our souls will fly up to the heavens
but this flesh that god has gifted us
are our only true possessions

If we find ourselves casually undre$$ed
which is frankly, our natural condition
and if s3xual needs should be addressed
there’s no need for tawdry confessions

for pleasure is something to be expressed
if we’re alone or in a marvelous coalition
So I wish you satisfaction in el@tions quest
as you work the knobs, slants and levers
because this isn’t some kind of competition

P.S. Will Shakespeare was familiar with m@sturb@tion's guilty thrills.
"The expense of spirit, in a waste of shame is lust in action"
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For a contest. This poem was mused by:
"Shakespeare won't look at me" by Thomas_W._Case © Anais Vionet
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A song for this:
Flowers by Miley Cyrus

non-mechanical

Love is non-mechanical
it doesn’t crank, pinion
or always work dependably.

In cavalier moments, I thought I knew
something of how it all works—
it’s apertures and shafts—
its grinds and reciprocations.

I’d judge it’s motions
work its levers, judge its spins,
and address its slippery angles.

You could call me obsessive
but obsessive people don’t
obsess this much.

You could call me compulsive
but the compulsive aren't
this compulsive.

All I can do is poise, balance
or swipe a little black credit card.
It’s the only magic I have.

I can’t turn bread into wine
or fish into water.

I can’t make the blind walk
the deaf to see or the lame to
taste again.

God reserves some miracles,
keeps them as close to the vest
as cards.

Jugglers work the circus,
mimes thrash to communicate,
and tightrope walkers fall.
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Songs for this:
Viva la vida by Cold Play
When There Is Love by Karen Sokolof Javitch
The Rainbow Connection by Sarah McLachlan
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How about a Christmas playlist! Because Christmas is in 10 days!
www.daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_29.mp3

Smoke and Mirrors

("Perception/Reality Merit Badge" #62, 2015, original oil)

Smoke and Mirrors

Amid the flux
Of shimmering sound and vision
Someone is lying
Is it your eyes 
Is it your ears
Is it those pulling the levers
And splicing the tapes
Or is it all of the above?

In the end
It’s not the lying that matters
Since that’s what senses
And people do
It’s the believing
That will get you in trouble
Every time.

(8/14/24

Changing gears

When mankind has been using gears, levers and pulleys,
For thousands of years,
To speed things up,
Or slow things down,
To make it possible to take heavier loads uphill,
And to go faster on straight roads.

Then came clocks to measure the passing of time.
And with many machines geared to the speed needed,
For their required tasks,
One would think that humankind would lead less stressful lives,
But no their brains remain unable to change down to a lower gear,
Unless they take their brain out into the country for a year or two.
Most however don't seem to have the heart for it,
Are always looking to arrive at their destination Dead on Time,
And one day they will,
Sooner than they needed to.

The Littlest Elf

Time was running out, Christmas Eve was drawing nigh.
The elves had worked day and night since early in July!
To meet Santa's toy-making schedule there must be no slack,
To ensure there were lots of goodies for Santa's toy sack!

Elfie was a mischievous but hard-working little spritel
He was the littlest elf of all, alas, this added to his plight!
It seemed that the harder he worked and try as he might,
The hapless little fellow just could not do anything right!

For example, he put Jills in boxes labled 'Jacks in the Box',
And placed chirping chickadees in all the cuckoo clocks!
As he daydreamed he painted the fire trucks aquamarine,
And put wheels and wings on every toy submarine!

Talking dolls counted cadence, "Hup, two, three, four";
Toy soldiers cried, "I want my mama!" as they marched to war!
He placed Lincoln Logs in boxes labeled 'Tinker Toys'!
Oh! What a Christmas 'twould be for little girls and boys!

Santa mused, "It seems that every job I put him on he mars;
So I'll put him to work pulling levers making Christmas stars!"
He did so well Santa said, "Won't you come along with me,
And place a brilliant star atop every child's Christmas Tree?"

Safe Place

The large iron safe
has an old-fashioned locking system,
levers need to be pulled,
dials twisted, knobs turned
back and forth.

It is a closet, a room
to enter and lock behind you.
It is taller than a bent head,
yet its sides
are miles wide.

In a dream hotel
I have sequestered myself
for safe-keeping.
I have left my pants
laid out neatly on a bed,
shoes stuffed with newspaper
gagged upon a creaking floor.

Here inside the thick iron door
of this lock-up,
I can sleep in isolation,
until time crows
within my secluded heart,

then my body
once more is offered up
to be bolted upon the cross
of humanity.
© 12 mins ago

Fake Is Awake

FAKE IS AWAKE

Is nature becoming unnatural
Some may think it could be so
What words or images are real
Levers pulled to make one feel
As the metaverse will still grow
One almost needs an epidural

A.I is close to that singularity
As no-one knows what is true
And if left to its own devices
Brings us ever closer to a crisis
All accepting the current view
And will recognise no disparity

Whether political or academic
Arguments cannot be resolved
Big Brother is now the only way
Follow the programme for today
Even raw truth has now evolved
As fake news becomes endemic

Some may recall what nature was
Not just the land, oceans and sky
But also things we all understood
Not forced to accept it was good
Now, few care if you start to cry
Failing to meet the Wizard of Oz

Soft Landing

Sometimes get stuck on a solo mission 
As the only ticketed passenger in sight 
But alternative routes are available 
We just need to book our return flight 

Begins by checking in with ourselves 
To take inventory of our baggage 
Choice in claiming what we keep
Option to offload damaged luggage

Purposely piloting our own plane now
Pulling levers to navigate any weather
Time to maneuver back into formation 
Since life is better when flying together

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