Short Lubrication Poems
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Subjects Of Time
As a fine clock
Run by motion of the earth,
We are masters of
Gears and lubrication
Though remain
The subjects of time….
A welcomed soaking, blessed lubrication
Priming the gears of fertile production.
We can label them, but only She designs
Them, in counsel with our nurturing God.
spine not straight
had to wait
for fertiliser from miser
was it that expansionism
took lubricating oil
from loamy soil ?
arms to be palms
legs walking eggs
buckled, I shovel
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Allpoetry Contest Honorable Winner
April 26
Prompt : " In the month of harvest.. I still feel half grown.."
Faith
I didn't cry
but I couldn't keep
the lubrication in my eyes,
such precious water in a dry time,
when they prayed
for the children
that the world
will protect them
and all the
other people's children
passed with their teachers
along the aisle.
It felt I was a thread
in a great soft quilt,
like the one adorning
the gathering space.
We are what we are
or are we?
what if we are not
like a drought
like a fish on a bike
like a fleeting thought
like a drain plug
where water never flows
like lubrication
for non moving parts
like a door to nowhere
in the middle of it (nowhere)
like this poem
going nowhere
but here it is now
like the thunder in the sky
and we are
what we are.
Dry skin caused by frozen winter winds
Caused by over washing
Too much caution given to cleanliness
The rough ridges distinctly defined
Will soon go away with care and time
These epidermal deserts
Are greatly in need of an oasis
Some lotion for lubrication
To make the redness in the deserts turn to tan
And now I wonder, why?
Why am I writing about my hands?
Ratchet Gentrification
Sneaky Dislocation
A People Sank Deeper Into An Abyss of Desperation
No Lubrication....
In Summation....
Screwed...
Without Consideration
of The Deprivation of Unaffordable Habitation
Nostalgic Disintegration
Of Memories Nesting in the hearts of Generations
Shameful Demonstration of Humanity...
Straight up Insanity...
Sad to Say
Failure to Realize Damage Done Today...
Create a Price Future Offspring Will Pay....
Floating gentle on the wave
only felt within the brain
hidden from the sight of those
wondering why the need exists
a delightful fuzz that consumes
agitation of the mood
always there beyond the veil
responsibility that must prevail
damning all to turn the wheels
creating thirsts of the soul
asking lubrication to extend
to the balm of troubled woes
a comfortable numb with regard
for the depths of agony
escaped at last in the waves
dependence spun from craving’s needs.