Utility Poems - Poems about Utility

I had the neurosurgeon do a little utility work in my head. The electricity in there had somewhat gone dead. And the duct that dripped a driblet of water on my brain ~ she was able to fixed with great industry and pain. But as to how that foul gas smell got there ~ she was at odds to explain....

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As we live, the utility of life becomes like a shadow, The universe unfolds like a canvas of hidden perfection, Everything we call useful finds its essence in the eye of the beholder, Uselessness reveals its value like a pearl in the depths. To live is to open like a flower to new horizons, Which expand the soul, enriching it...

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It's cold though sunny, the temperature's twenty, as Samantha flies out the door.. I try to explain again and again, it's not summer any more.. She opens it wide. My heat goes outside. My gas bill will surely soar. I remind her each day, this utility she will pay, but all she does is ignore.....

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The sign you hold: a) says either stop or slow b) is a matter of perception c) makes for moments of conversation d) is a pause in time When one lane is closed: a) cars must stop and wait for others b) another lane...

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Utility companies are unforgiving. Relentless. Mean. Money-grubbing. Nasty. Then they add taxes. Dirty coal tax. Tuesday wash day tax. Dog scratching tax. Garbage day tax. Always adding to your bill. Never letting up. I hate utility companies. Others do too. But can we eliminate them? Apparently not....

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When Women Like a Sickle Women are not from a rib or bones Nor curved or crooked You need a metaphor to understand truth Said a sage his name is Aristotle Don’t straight a stick Or make a spoon flat They will be broken and become useless If a woman appears like an angle Or looks like...

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You need not to be so big Or so great That people could touch you And could not get your fruits The shade vanishes into air In the way of falling upon the heads scorching From the height of the place you reside And the breeze you produce Lost its force For whom it is...

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A blank page a hollow one Its plainness sickening A page without a scribble is faceless Without a story or experience behind it Nothing for emulation But with a little colour or few words Life is breathed into it So is a life without direction And a drive to push for change For life isn’t a...

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plays more than one base the utility player good player to have...

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Night flowers abloom And joy without new perfume Hills lit with houses No light in the room His breathing guides where she feels She snuggles to him Wait until the fall The fawn suckles at the breast Making milk in spring This stag brown in leaves Will invisible exist Till feelings touch him...

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