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Indian Election Machinery

during elections,polla colla is sprayed
people abstains from voting or
cast vote to all of the above
like putin war machine
phantoms defeated in failed state

during elections, polla colla is sprayed
people abstains from voting or
cast vote to none of the above
like putin war machine
phantoms defeated in failed state

during elections, polla colla is sprayed
people abstains from voting or
cast vote in

Categories: machinery, anger, freedom, how i
Form: Sonnet

The Melancholy and the Pale Machinery Part V

What hallucinations I spy 
things skeletal defy… 

Intellectual apes as pale figures conspire expires 
in the deep dark pools of infinity. 
Do you, kin? 
Lost along the way from the Holly Cost?

I spy you there a pale thing of obscenity, 
obsession with desires deep, 
words do offend?
Indeed? 
Yes, they Do! 

Come a little closer my

Categories: machinery, allegory, analogy, angst, art,
Form: Free verse

The Melancholy and the Pale Machinery Part Iv

Of pale melancholy
And the infinite fall 
Of broken machinery 
Cast upon vast shores 
Decimation reservation

The prodigal son returns 
Jagged reigns of jaded egos 
Amber suns stretching upon seas of sanctuary 
Blue oysters cast a cult of personality 
Here is where the mechanicals recoiled  

Gears turned deep inside the obelisk 
Onyx realms reaching to monolithic

Categories: machinery, allegory, allusion, analogy, art,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Melancholy and the Pale Machinery Part Iii

Imagine a shore stretching to infinity.
A Pale thing upon its sand.
The ocean water is black 
Midnight blue depths
Of Oblivion.
Skeletal hands rake
Pale Machinery
Melancholy and full of divinity
Mechanical parts and bloody ruination of hearts
Outer rim of Sapphire Skies
Columns of fires reach, reaching, searching convulsing pyres
Of Melancholy Pale Machinery and Imagery
Across a shore ablaze under a sliver moon

Categories: machinery, art, beach, corruption, dark,
Form: Free verse

The Melancholy and the Pale Machinery Part Ii

Of Melancholy and pail machinery 
in second parts of symmetry
Looking over the infinite sea of mercury
Long mechanical white lines
Its fingers skeletal and bright 
against the dark indigo night
Imagining the world in its infancy
Melancholy breeze; mechanical pale, stringy
Something glints in the gloom 
and watery air, an odd device.
Of Melancholy and pail machinery 
in second parts of

Categories: machinery, allegory, art, corruption, creation,
Form: Free verse

The Melancholy and the Pale Machinery Part I

How gloomy is the dusky dark!
Now deep, deeper, a rusty black, so pale is the newborn thing,
Wondering if the blurry night was just a covering….
Pay attention to the magnetic, mechanical, maniacal midnight,
Nocturnal at its darkest hour of all.
Does the alluring night make you shiver? 
Does it? 
Indeed.
Beautiful sapphire is, in its way, the celestial skies

Categories: machinery, allegory, creation, fantasy, gothic,
Form: Free verse

Cyber What

Cyber Sunday
Cyber Kraut is served
Cyber Baby goes down for a nap
Cyber Relief felt by Cyber Mommy
Cyber Grandma is Surrounded by Cyber Children

Video Monday
Video players at the table
Video battles,
Bow! Bam! Bing! Sing!
Video children
Video World
Video Land
No one sleeps

Nothing but cyber reality, and videos
The new reality,
No mouth speak any more
No poetry 
No art
No gardening

Reality: New World Order
A cyber

Categories: machinery, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Light Verse

Henty Farm Machinery Field Day

All dressed in matching shirts, belt buckles and ties,
The big black boots made from leather,
And their pride and joy, sitting upon their head,
With the biggest brim, leather strap and a feather.

There’s headers and tractors, sprayers and drills,
Harvesters, loaders, and ploughs,
And the thousands of farmers, from this region, 
All walk around and casually browse,

This new equipment

Categories: machinery, community, farm, today,
Form: Quatrain

My Machinery

At the edge of the woods
Among the brush
I left my machines at home
I leave, in my skin, the pus
Can't puncture the wound
Can't bring myself to the outside
So into the wood I'm consumed

My machinery is what I crave
My machinery is what I need
To make a path and walk away
To make a path and become free

I left

Categories: machinery, growth, metaphor,
Form: I do not know?

Ordinary Eternal Machinery

Out of the cold of depression;
Into the spring of hope.
Coursing by way of incession,
Slowly learning to cope.

No longer I wait for tomorrow;
Screaming and pleading a truce.
Gone are the valleys of sorrow,
In the mountains I refound my youth.

Categories: machinery, hope,
Form: Rhyme

Do Not Read and Operate Heavy Machinery Or Equipment

I feel quiet; most serene-
the rage that swells in me subsides...
Limpid dreams and silent streams
(Eden scenes and sleepy tides)

Tranquil themes, untroubled times-
patient, placid, peaceful Minds.
Unruffled rest, sedated crest;
Reconciled determined Rhymes

fill my brain with calming cleanse;
focused thoughts through laser lens.
Cool, collected directed pens-
From the Heart my poems stem.

Categories: machinery, dream, heart, poems,
Form: Rhyme

Machinery

Feel like I'm walking on bones that make up me
and I'm treated as though I'm machinery.
Machinery that needs little to no upkeep
and it's not until I stop running that you notice me.

You say what's wrong with this damn thing?
Why won't it work?
So I push on when there's nothing in it for me
and my whole body

Categories: machinery, familypain,
Form: Ballade

Mass Machinery of a Hydrocarbon Dream

Blinking lights,
Grey faces
         worn down by
   an endless chain
of encounters with machines
     Social life becomes 
a checkerboard 
     of electrical impulses
and responses
     Happiness has always

Categories: machinery,
Form: Free verse