Short Gear Up Poems
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It is set to take the stage,
We see signs of its coming,
The tillers eagerly await,
Its visit brings life, hope and newness.
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Ah, sighence, indeed quite a puzzly puzzle.
The hypothermical leaves you chilly with a muzzle.
Solvent? I think not,
Stirring up the pot,
Overflow of info, gear up you better guzzle.
Near swift streams
Hear loud screams
Dear ones unsteady
Gear up—make ready!
Fear causes pause
Bear paws claws—
Bead on the Grizzly
Lead story too grisly
Dead hide becomes rug
Deed told with a shrug
the lights flicker
I gear up, ready to be disappointed
how long will we be without electricity?
Four minutes?
Forty minutes?
Four hours?
Four days?
Thunder blasts again.
I hold my breath, waiting to be disappointed.
GENES.
Galloping in body
Gain characteristics
Gear up heredity
Govern peculiar traits
Ground parental glimpses
Gaily offspring reflect
Gadget for legacies.
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up up
you climb
down down
you fall
rise up
aim high
move on
dare more
your part
you play
dream big
gear up
kickstart
press on
run fast
speed up
reach goal
stand tall
shine bright
be glad
hope lives
life thrives
joy flows
heart soars
I drove along a lonely road,
Thick jungles either sides,
An elephant crossed my way,
I did break the wheel and the borns of the animal,
I cheered me up to gear up the wheel,
My return journey after couple of days,
I feared a sudden sound like thunder rear me,
I saw the wounded elephant ran fast towards me,
That's it,my wheel got smashed and went into pieces,
Elephants born strong and powerful,so their memory!
Grasp for the clutch,
(clutching on automatic
chances)
clench my jaw –
am I clutch?
no luck.
I gasp! (gassed)
the gas-tank tanked.
Tired I try,
but floppy tires
blunder
like a drove
of drunken thunderbirds.
“Gear up guy! Get some get-go!”
I exhaust, idle
and stammer,
grass spattered,
paint chips scattered,
brakes broke
and steering hammered -
destination
is going,
rear-view gone.
Turn my wheels (or my keys, at least).
Just don’t give me a brake.
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