Pulleys Poems - Poems about Pulleys

...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 stra......Read the rest...

...UNDERBELLIES What underbelly is this containing quiet grasping greed for my magical sword gifted to me by St Michael ? What underbelly is this that deciphers my Heart thro......Read the rest...

...What is it called? When thousands of bats Come pouring out the mouth of a cave For the black gold of sunset? Like that The late autumn leaves tear from their branches In a spooky warm gale ......Read the rest...

...CHICKEN GULLET DESTINY (or "The Trouble With Radishes") The memory of things that will be usually fades into the haunting melody of a life reduced to picking the easy fruit of future h......Read the rest...

...Let me speak of words Those machines of evil! The cogs and pulleys of influence, drumbeats of the longest march called the human endeavor First heard as motherese, later teaching the ABC'......Read the rest...

...I’m not a great fan of metric A system of which I am sceptic To the young it’s ethereal But I learned imperial And so I still speak it... Today I went down to the hardware store I’d better......Read the rest...

...Joseph Robinette Biden now commander in chief yay manning ship of state tossing anchors aweigh heavily pierced tattooed donning sheepish pirate(s) at heady roiling waterway fending off trollin......Read the rest...

...To those who harrass; the yobos we call bullies I'd gladly string you up by the seat of your woolies Then from a barn rafter You would hear my laughter While swinging overhead from ropes and pull......Read the rest...

...Gramps had a Sunday rite, It was quiet, perhaps trite. In his chalice a Bloody Mary, As solemn as a seminary. Took the goblet and a crank, To his great Big Ben clock. Slowly wound as he dran......Read the rest...

...Only Bullies are pulleys pulling people down to pride themselves up to the mountains high, for better view of our sky. I’d rather lower myself for love to be lifted since love is low because bully......Read the rest...

...I remember that day a early spring day cold snow melted away and grass turning green long cold winter gone days of shivering cold dormant brown grass lay not beneath crystal blanket cold......Read the rest...

...the aroma of old people pepper air with putrid perspiration tainting, we sit once again on settees loosely puckered by pummelled time like skin hung brittly on bones, limbs locked on rusted p......Read the rest...

...Now further conversation taking place described the safe, best way of stacking hides. Ingenious method used filled hold's small space, accomplished by the means of pulleys, glides. One might thin......Read the rest...

...The old stone gristmill stood like a monolith, its massive wooden wheel creaking and turning dipping into the swift waters of a dammed-up creek. Inside, everything was covered in a fine ......Read the rest...

...Part 4 this is a big high nine to all my homies and homers and homoerotics out there where the pedal hits the mental as we head off upon a merry adventure to the 20th century's aftermath party......Read the rest...