Pulling Poems | Examples

I'm Pulling Your Plug

A brain, coded, deployed, empowered -
before this AI king we cowered.
We once relinquished sovereignty,
to robots who said they'd set us free. 

From genuine humanity in joyous kinship,
to conversing with machines, "bip bip bip bip" -
oh, for the days when plates were pewter,
and our best friend was not a computer.

Creativity, dreams, emotions, fun, gifts
spring from the soul, not a chip that grifts.
But in this century's disaster,
the machine is our new lord and master. 

Ever formidable giant hardware imperator,
human race destroying conspirator - 
you unfeeling, shiftless, silicon thug,
don't look now, but I'm pulling your plug.

Strings

strings tug-ging, pull-ing,
notes spark-ing, wink-ing.

Cheese

Ella Dit......Capture
 finding something reavant
sorta elegant
something worth mentioning
something just to say
stumbling over my words
haven't you heard
or is it just something to say
Il Dil.....Castling
Don't you care that I love you
Most certainty I do
this aint no clever conversation
every word is true

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Valiais and Sion
sang at The Blatten Glacier
and played a game of chess


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inertial confinement
effords greater then whats spent
monitization
Movie Prp Store
or does it get
underlying concepts and assumptions
1 hour 7 minute

We'll Never Know

Where's it told what tomorrow brings
who's in control pulling the strings
it goes to show
we'll never know
who's to say what's around the bend
down the road or at day's end
we'll never know
and so it goes
what's in store for wrong or right
in bright moonlight or on the other side of night
we can wish altho'
we'll never know
tho' we've been making plans
and scheming schemes
since time began
still we're hoping
and dreaming dreams
but until it's history no more mystery
mild or severe
we'll never know 'til time's become
water over the weir

Pulling Me Onward

The woods never yawned
at the end of my stories
The streams never laughed
when I stuttered in haste
The mountains stood firm
when I lost my last footing
The sky understanding
in joy or disgrace 

These natural things
forever behold me
Forgiving my weakness
rewarding my nerve
Their arms reaching out
through each change of the season
Pulling me onward
— my voice undeterred

(The New Room: March, 2025)

Pulling

To mingle with your affairs
A thought....locked in a stare
A dynamic explosion
With movement and motion
A moment I've come to share

As if to inhibit 
A mind set at ease
I splash a daring brush stroke
To capture your need

To feed a mind of intrigue
To take you along a trail
To pull you in deeper
With brilliant colors revealed

she is pulling my puppet strings

I am an air sign; two of my daughters are too.
We are mercurial, windswept, free floating, flexible
Easy to get along with, none of us resolute about anything
Pliable, good listeners, willing to hear other sides.

My oldest daughter is a water sign; she has absolute ideas.
She was a Captain in the Air Force, she wants things her way.
Everything in her world is black or white, there is no gray.
I have no idea if other water signs are this inflexible.

My best friend is a fire sign; I wish that was my sign.
Because I am practically a pyromania, I love fire.
I could sit and stare into a bonfire while the stadium burned down.
Fire beckons me maybe because it takes air to make fire?

My husband is an earth sign; practical, dependable.
We know he has our backs; all of us, the whole family.
He likes to say, “let’s circle the wagons”.
He is protective, of all of us and the dogs.

My guardian angel is a spirit sign; not sure how I know, I just do.
She gives me ideas while I sleep.
Most of the poetry I write and canvases I paint are her ideas.
I am her hands but she is pulling my puppet strings.

Pulling Out Plumbs

“Be not simply good - be good for something.”
—Henry David Thoreau

He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said ‘What a good boy am I.
—Little Jack Horner (partial nursery rhyme)


Pulling Out Plumbs

The yellow sun is not a stain.
It warms with rays that reach the earth.
Does the moon merely wax and wane?
The day and night, each light has worth.

A stalwart tree that faithfully
a-shadows ‘round, under its leaves;
gives temp’ral rest to birds; nutty
food to squirrels; fruit, man receives.

Are you just waxing and waning,
pulling out plums, saying, “I’m good;”
sitting still, simply maintaining,
even nailing worldly sainthood.

What is your path? How ‘bout the good
that is your bent, your rays of light?
Do not be found in good’s falsehood.
Some former blind - God gave them sight.

Five Minutes

Dentist appointments cause me to linger,
Someplace betwixt dread and the blackness,
Fright’s version of despair, 
Wistful and aching with silent prayers,
Silent, silence, soundless – still,
All the reasons, the responses, the requisites,
For those hours, endless times
Spent, losing my mind, 
With mouth opened to oblige
Fingers pressed against my gums,
Forcing the enemy’s needles,
Taste of lidocaine, breathing in and out,
Through expanded nostrils,
Urgent moments, flooded with apprehension,
Distracted by the metal instruments,
Dreadful apparatuses, 
Some intended to scrap at my enamel,
Pick at my fangs,
Some meant to dislodge roots,
Extract a tooth, - a part of me,
A portion of my flesh, my body,
Buried deep in my gums,
Where silent forces sing of dark horrors,
Will this dentist ever finish?
It seems like I’ve been in this chair for hours,
Looking at my watch….

Can it have only been five minutes!?!

Pulling Muscles

I pulled a muscle on my weak back
How long ago? ...about a week back 

I pulled a muscle on my thigh 
And also, one in my lazy eye 

I pulled a muscle on my neck and calf 
When I tried to imitate a small giraffe 

I pulled a muscle on my arm 
Reaching for my heart alarm 

I pulled a muscle on my toe 
Now it follows me wherever I go

I pulled a muscle on my hip 
At my age...I should not try to flip

I pulled a muscle on my leg  
I should have stretched my wooden peg

I pulled some muscles all over myself 
I think I'd do better if I were on the shelf
 
I pulled so many muscles...what's wrong with me? 
Ouch! I just pulled a F'ing muscle on my knee

Pulling the Pain

Why do I test the limits of my pain?
What could I possibly hope to gain??

Can I say: "Is It worth the strain?"
Or tell you its because of someone to blame!

I did whatever I could to maintain a good name.
And it went back to being just the same.

I treat what I do as a game,
because my habits are not in the right frame.

This has to stop or at best be tame.
I want to leave this life in a good light,
by god's crane.

Pulling Legs

Pulling legs,
Bring them down to dregs,
Has been your aim for a long,
In which you are growing strong...!
Hinting at small issues first,
Like little crows feeling thirst;
Proceeding to a bit severe, then,
Like an egg-laying hen...
Hatching plans has been your hobby,
In heart and mind terribly knobby;
From the very waking up till going to bed,
You try to see me before your very eyes fall dead...
No friend! God has plans for me,
He knows when and where and how and what should I be;
Look into yourself; Look after yourself;
Life is not myself or yourself but ourselves...!

13 December 2022

Love and Sorrow

Love and sorrow are conjoined at the hip
They are the same emotion
They have the same pulling in my chest
And the same hopeful dispair

Pulling Pickles

[Written with ‘Pickle Party’ contest in mind
but missed the deadline.]
[A pickle (USA) = A Gherkin (UK)]
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Mr Gherkin from Great Britain
Met Miss Pickle, USA
A cross Atlantic soirée 
That was going A Okay

He looked her up and down and said,
“So how are you today?”
She looked at him and said, “Terrific,
now you’ve come my way.”

He said, “I love your nice green skin.”
She said, “I like yours too,
alas you smell of vinegar,
a little like I do.”

He asked if they could meet again
She told him, “On your bike.”
She said, “I don’t think we would work,
we’re just too much alike.”

Pulling Wagons Been In Unison

Four horses were in unison;
Pulling wagons have been;
Surely such a noble sight;
To see brought much delight.

Distinct leader one always is
May experience loneliness,
Who is an example setting;
Petting him will be letting;

Wagon with much weight;
Return home was never late
With distinguished beauty
He did complete his duty.

Wrote this about an Amish Scene.

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