Short Conveyor Belt Poems
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How's your old conveyer belt
Are you keeping slim with a little help
Your resistance
Is strong I sense
As long as you don't start to belch
Sometimes
At three AM
On my fourth redbull and my second coke
When the dumbass on the conveyor belt put the bin in backwards for the thirtieth time and I want to kill him
I watch the bugs gathered ‘round the lightbulb
And think
At least I’ve got more time than them.
The conveyor Belt
Life is a conveyor belt transporting you to your final destination.
As you ride, look around and watch the passing scenery.
Some belts are faster than others, but they all end up in the same place.
Does anything really matter, when there's no escape?
David Cox 03:24 12/11/21
Time
On its conveyor belt
Moves me
Past the cherished things of life
That waits
Other spectators on this path
To yawn
And crumple with their desire
And then
To come behind my voyage
Conquered
By what we thought we would
Conquer
Until age halts us, and the belt
Waits
For death to board and select
Those
Shrinking from the gate.
In the corner of my left eye
The full moon
In the corner of my right eye
Someone familiar
On front of me
The pavement, a concrete conveyor belt
Confusion of the city obscures
Annoyingly
In a blink the moon and the someone familiar
Disappear behind things
Other thoughts are conveyed to me
I wonder onwards
©dbyrne May 2014
Herded humans
Sweltering trains
Dead cargo
Suffering remains
Gunshot glory
Spurting spite
Guarded genocide
Barbwire lights
Warsaw widows
Stripped of food
Numbered days
Ribs that protrude
Anesthetized surgeons
Screaming knife
Smoldering smokestacks
Vacating life
Conveyor belt corpses
Rolling into ravines
Six million taken
Will no one intervene
BASKETS OF SAND AND CORAL
Here on my roof on Eastern pillows spread
I watch the “slaves” unload the dhows-
Strong black men with bulging biceps,
Carrying baskets of sand and coral on their heads.
In monotonous repetition they trudge,
From ship to sea wall, from wall to shore,
Each a vital link of their conveyor belt,
As their forefathers have been in ages past,
Passing baskets of sand and coral on their heads.
BASKETS OF SAND AND CORAL
Here on my roof on Eastern pillows spread
I watch the “slaves” unload the dhows-
Strong black men with bulging biceps,
Carrying baskets of sand and coral on their heads.
In monotonous repetition they trudge,
From ship to sea wall, from wall to shore,
Each a vital link of their conveyor belt,
As their forefathers have been in ages past,
Passing baskets of sand and coral on their heads.
Borneo Pygmy Elephants are listed as, endangered
and they were isolated, about 300 thousand years ago
from their cousins, on mainland Asia and Sumatra
and they are known as, the smallest Asian Elephant
They have shrinking forests, with human settlements
and there’s a lot of logging, with a conveyor belt running
There are palm oil plantations, creating a lot of sediment
and a lot of agriculture, destroying their natural environment
Today, a screech from a hawk reminded me
Of being in a car wreck years ago, like
The synapse door to my remembrance room opened
And the memory came down the conveyor belt
Into the window of my mind to arrive unannounced
Who’s in control up there? Some little sprite?
Why can’t it work as smooth when I lose my keys?
The memory room operator could use some training
Written: 7-16-2019
Mini Verse Poetry Contest 2nd Place
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter