Machineries Poems - Poems about Machineries

...yyyummmahhh yyy u mmm ahhh you understand meaning as historical....... yet...unless memory agrees...helpfull years underlying millennial ages hopefully yelp until mind accepts handiwork yie......

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...Urban ear- Wakes up in the fangs of the erect of machineries Shortness of breath due to sexual weakness- Delicate, bankrupt state- Suffers from severe shortness of breath- Fragile lifeless ......

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...Now search the song of roof-making The consolation of a slow day- Romantic body of the Olive Barb in sight Of Bioscope smeared colorful childhood- Is the Cheerful voice. Now in the cataract ......

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...The World machinery is old Beyond repairs Rusted Oil leaks,nuts loose and lack of spares Still to carry on unable to replace No output but unable to oust These Government machineries People......

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...AMERICA, OH AMERICA America, oh America, the mother of Exiles, Mighty woman with a torch, Towers high as a top notch Whose flame is the imprisoned fire With conquering limbs empire, Astrife f......

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...An old cow Bholi and it's cub were running Hard to save their lives from the flogging A young boy having stick with lather laced Was chasing them, showering flogs with mighty hand. Bhola: M......

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...The three R’s of education begin with reading ‘riting and Ritalin. Children are labeled mentally ill because they fidget and won’t sit still. Normal actions diagnosed to be the symptoms of AD......

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...Machineries are made within the form Of their creators, be they young or old, And are indeed expected to perform At their designers’ wish and in their mould. The world’s most cruel creatures, I ......

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...no one has the saddle over the wild horse by the name fate Jose as I had known him, had a life twisted by untamed forces gifted and talented, we were the best of buddies, our lives flagged together......

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...I Boastfully, I regret no deeds, my sins are minor, lame, and weak. These children, though born dead, are strong, like a necromancer, I make them dance. Machineries, and wretched whores, al......

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...There's a wail,for thngs are not well, At my back there's an alarming bark; All I can see are traitors and penned thieves Protected by armed men; Amidst euphora of an extavanganza. At a colourfu......

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