Pulls Poems - Poems about Pulls

Over our collective figurative eyes commander in chief pulls wool

Over our collective figurative eyes commander in chief pulls wool...

because you watch
and see that democracy will unspool
military (intelligent)
industrial complex tool
at Trump's beck and call,
where hardened soldiers
train the crosshairs of their firearms
against innocent bystanders,
especially targeting
supposedly nonestablishmentarians
(like this rebel without a clause),
who embraces win/win conflict resolution
shouting thru a megaphone
while standing atop a toady stool,
hence deployment of National

My Children This Book Pulls Back The Curtain of Our Limited Senses

When you don't know what to do.
Open this and it will speak to you!
Don't listen to a Religious man.
Get a translation you can understand.
In Luke's book 24:45 you will find.
Jesus had to open the Disciples minds!
Without God, you won't understand.
This book is His spiritual rescue plan.
We're born spiritually dead, alive in flesh.
About God and this

Drinking is an emotional experience, an elixir that pulls you from the monotony of everyday life

Drinking is an emotional experience, an elixir that pulls you from the monotony of everyday life,
It takes you out of ordinary patterns, from all that is identical and dull, like a story told too many times,
It tears you from your body and mind, throws you against the invisible walls of your own existence,
I feel that

she pulls me out of myself

Wisdom radiates from her eyes
She is eight; understands the world
Better than most, maybe better than all
She easily pulls me out of myself

Princess Inez Pulls a Fast One

Inez is hostile that she has to dress up for a prissy afternoon tea.
They braided hair and stuffed her into a gown designed by Lady Dee.
The gown is scratchy, lacy, stiff, fluffy, annoyingly so actually.
Fuming that she has to put up with this craziness, she begs to be free.

You are lucky to have such a

Heartstring Pulls

Gurl, you’re becoming a memory now
One that I won’t care to miss
Gurl, you’re just becoming one of many memories 
One I won’t miss anymore 
You left, what do you expect 

You’re just becoming one of many memories
One I won’t miss anymore 
I pray that I’m stronger than your 
Heartstring pulls
How you bring me back from

Who Pulls Our Breath

who pulls our breath
and then exhales 
rhythmically
by day and night

to find out
we follow the breath
becoming one with the flow
without interfering

silence
makes breath shallow
akin to sleep mode
in the waking state

if breath is erratic 
it signals thoughts are present
so we keep watching
until all becomes quiet

we feel magnetism 
and nodes within tingle
we celebrate without seeking
delighting in the play

we remain

Ben Pulls Another Rabbit Out of His Hat

My friend Ben found a new position
          He's whooping it up -- no inhibitions
            I whispered, 'Not so fast'
            'You think this one will

Death Pulls the Strings

Alluring thoughts 
         Come at the clocks latest hour
      Sanity chased its dream 
To regain its power
               Madness creeping to take back control
     

Poetry Pulls My Veins

My body’s wrapped in the vastness of poetry.
Like a prisoner, locked in a dungeon of hope.
Crawling through a poetic infantry
With a feeling my heart could never let elope.

My eyes were closed in sleep
Until this feeling got revealed.
It opened and I felt poetry so deep,
Dangling at the hidden figures that I marveled.

I laid my hand on

When Mother Pulls the Cart

WHEN MOTHER PULLS THE CART

Way back my classmate of middle school
Lost early on his father in the clutch of cancer
Destitute family cart mother was forced to pull
Clouds of trying times in the void sky he saw gather.

The study expenses weren’t easy to meet
He thought from the school he would drop out
But his mother said he

Just Close My Eyes, and Pulls On the Sin

Just close my eyes, and pulls on the sin,
In the head naked women swarm in a crowd.
And I'm feel pity for them. Poor things!
My jealous wife, like a frenzied hound,
Meets them there with a rolling pin.

Who Pulls the Trigger

Who Pulls The Trigger


The degree of difficulty diminishes
conscience and justice dim
the fog of zealous denial.
A trigger is squeezed
each millimeter
an agony
each millisecond
a lifetime.

Sharp recoil awakens reality
SCAN QUICKLY TO SLOWY
ACQUIRE TARGET, RESIGHT
resist the pressure
of the trigger
resist the resistance to it.

Death comes
sometimes quickly
always slowly.
The finger compresses
time, life, right, wrong
milliseconds
millimeters.

In a large office
a “leader”
 looks at his hands
examines his

Cupid Pulls Back the Bow

Oh, dreams that meet on magic summer nights,
And hide from hearts that never true love felt.  
A love that without slumber sees no light,
Affection that in daylight is misdealt. 
 
Do thoughts give flowers strength and will to bloom?
Or send sweet fragrance to a lover’s heart?  
For many years thoughts dwelt in hope’s

Cupid Pulls Back the Bow

I  feel the everything of you,
through spring... through fall my breath would run 
across the towers of sky blue
and petals bless our crowning sun,
to grasp a language still undone.

Arrows brush lips , never amiss ,
beholding sighs fragrant as dew
which glaze the rawness of a kiss;
then softens late evening, anew
till we join freely  

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