Short Turbines Poems
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The turbines are seen
On fields along country roads
They stand row on rows
The blades are spinning slowly
Other turbines blades are still
Categories:
turbines, image,
Form:
Tanka
Wind Turbines.
I see a bank palace
lit up like a planet of excesses,
the glory of the powerful.
I also see a landscape
littered by a thousand wind turbines
wasted by its wonder and peace
to keep the palace in
the vanity of power
Categories:
turbines, natural disasters, planet,
Form:
Blank verse
Bright among the trees, red walls
shelter sleeping machines. Silently,
the mill watches over the spring.
Blue green water from deep secret caves
splashes down the mill race
but no longer turns turbines.
Dragonflies dart through the reeds.
Summer hums a drowsy tune.
June 6, 2018
Categories:
turbines, nature, summer,
Form:
Free verse
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beneath a sea, plates of dispute spawn waves,
born with the intent to leave the shoreline
altered
_
turbines of wind in pillage of fury,
kill the helpless, but do not leave courage
altered
_
from brilliance of a firestorm's vengeance
don't be blinded by fear, hope must not be
altered
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Form-- Dixdeux O
for Deb's Contest: Wannabe Haikuettes
Categories:
turbines, natural disasters,
Form:
Haiku
turbines&apartments
awake
diggers&cranes release
their brakes
roads alive
with commuter cars
bridges teem
with pedestrians
umbrellas uplift
in passing showers
pylons pulsate
their powers
corn flakes crackle,toast browns
eggs hard-boil
work prepares
a day full of toil
Categories:
turbines, people, places, work, world,
Form:
Verse
In an American primitive painting
she fetches a pail from a well;
the bucket on her hip is full of
broken eagles,
wind turbines churn in the distance.
Corn fields are bundled together.
Drones hum like doves in the evening.
The art of moon-spinning
is practiced on front porches.
People make do with
transitory Amazon wants.
Most get caught by the faceless winds,
those rattling sighs that spread
the dry seeds
of unwanted crops.
Categories:
turbines, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
In an American primitive painting:
she fetches a pail from a well,
the bucket on her hip is full of
broken eagles,
wind turbines churn in the distance.
Corn fields are bundled together.
Drones hum like doves in the evening.
The art of moon-spinning
is practiced on front porches.
People make do with
transitory Amazon wants.
Most get caught by the faceless winds,
those rattling sighs that spread
the dry seeds
of dying crops.
Categories:
turbines, poetry,
Form:
Free verse