Cylinder Poems - Poems about Cylinder

...‘Twas the night before Christmas, a time eagerly awaited, Had plans many in store to make the Christmas eve bright That morning, with rising thrill, I woke up early before dawn A gentl......Read the rest...

... Imperfection abounds, the evidence is everywhere, misshapen leaves and tree trunks hunched over and almost touching the ground mark the morning - a dog chasing a ball along the beach has ......Read the rest...

...Beautiful shapes to look at (that’s the Greek etymology) cylinder of imagination, childhood companion, hours spent squinting and twisting, magical mystery machine, a carousel for the eyes, nev......Read the rest...

...After drenching biblical rainfall... verdant green acres covered the planet of the apes like a petticoat junction donning barrel of skinny dipping monkeys. Once drought stricken vast landscape ......Read the rest...

...My world is pure emotion. I spend my days crying to the people about things that are out of their control, My nights crying to the universe as if it would listen and take any pity upon me, And my ......Read the rest...

...He is cranking up the old rusty engine again, but all that work is in vain, sweat is running from his anxious face and grease is spilling all over the place. There he goes again with his tool bag and......Read the rest...

... A Wolf Waits Early one morning reason escaped And prescience went with it unlocking the gate Lights in the asylum flicker and fade The inmates grow restless a deepening shade Evening bro......Read the rest...

... The street organ grinder was a musical novelty popular in the 19th century. It consisted of a barrel organ strapped to the body, it was heavy, and had a stick to stand it up, a crank wheel ......Read the rest...

...I had been driving for decades. A yellow Buick, deluxe convertible circa '51', the model with the three-speed manual transmission - 8 cylinder. A deserted desert diner. The door creaks as I en......Read the rest...

...There is a food I hate to eat, I hate it in my mouth it taste like slime in my mouth, the nastiest food on earth! Oh how I hate okra, oh how I hate okra, oh how I hate okra, the nastiest foo......Read the rest...

...Fear lost the human race each and all in their place no one moves do we breathe no one looks no one sees Standing in perfect circles alone hear the beeping of a phone it 's the heart of a singl......Read the rest...

...World's kaleidoscope turns gray-green. The elders request: summon please, it's August, coerce Earth's palette to wake absent artist, Autumn. Kaleidoscope's gray cylinder wants reddish, orang......Read the rest...

...It is the cruelest of hate Creeping like an imposturous reptile In the morning light of Eve’s Garden Fangs dripping with malice Searching for tender flesh to taste Cruel hate clandestinely cha......Read the rest...

...Although I was retired and full of energy, ......Read the rest...

...Valid, raw water is crucial for all faint life to a loader, Stanley Meyer, Inventor of the 1970s Water Power Motor, Rather than oil or gas, alive water might be properly used, Cutting ......Read the rest...