Short Gears Poems
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Up your gears
Cheat your fears
Drown your doubts
And move up
Learn a trade
And how to trade
Be a master
In your game
Conceal your cards
Evade the darts
Be smart and wise
And score good
Once there was a wise man called Joseph gears
True to his conscience believes Holy Spirit steers
Materialism, an addiction to kill one's soul
Jesus Christ, his leader model
Bloody gears! this world is for cracks ask your peer.
There are those who are haunted by the vastness of eternity, and those who choose to live and die in denial it hold’s a place for them. All the while the gears of time grind on with no concern of those who would curse or bow before them.
Gears turn my thoughts
Perhaps it's not that bad
But my mouth butchers the words
A strange alien language I speak
Those closest to me barely understand
A twisted poet, I am
Circumstances have led me to this
I cannot speak how I used to
My writing stayed the same
Christmas is in the air,
Santa is getting prepared,
Trying to fit into last years suit feels weird,
A little more weight that's what I feared,
Trying to get into his pants he tore the rear,
Getting into his jacket,rip,rip,arms tear,
Exposing Santa tall white hair,
Ho,ho,ho,I am not scared,
Snapping his fingers,Rudolph appears,
I have the best tailor in this hemisphere,
Hi,ho,away,I'm off to fix my gears,,,
Never stir up be-stilled waters
By throwing stones, peace matters.
It’s no use dwelling on spent years
That might well up long dried tears,
Nor yet musing on morrow’s cheers,
Hold on to now, neutral gears.
In now’s vast bosom doth live life,
Nowhere else is life so rife.
Look, an infant on mother’s breast,
Look, he’s on time’s tallest crest.
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Reflections |31.12.2020| Couplets
Topic: past, today
Look closely you will see my gears grinding,
they race like a bullet down the highway;
Ping pong against the walls inside my head,
my hyperactive mind’s always running;
It won’t slow down even on a good day,
the story behind my eyes is pure dread;
I never see that point of no return
flying past a sign that says ‘Stay Away’.
Push forward when I should let go instead,
hanging on too long I know I will burn
that thread.
Once moving,
In conjunction with another.
Moving gears relate,
One to the other.
Turning once,
Moves another.
As beasts eat,
Predation follows the score.
Turning on prey,
Discovered today.
Like our politics,
The moving beasts eat.
As gears,
The prey retreats.
Until the beast,
Has nothing left.
The gears have moved,
On to a new feat.
What know you about a rich wife’s fears?
How she feels when her man her wealth nears?
Watches her the scene and marked pain bears
Or ahead goes to shed obvious tears?
A Neighbor Eve I have who goat rears
And her Charlton pays back in arrears:
Smiles of understanding, soon great fears;
She could from him run with engaged gears!
Wife to her man her wealth endears,
From him withholding it heart spears…
Charlton she’s forced to mind her profit
And on the subject turn Prophet!