Workings Poems - Poems about Workings

Taped to the door’s plexiglass pane, a portrait Of a Savior with ardent heart burning Sunlight invades with the turning of hinges Untethering the hospitality of Tony, the lone waiter His Brazilian arms are swinging doors, open to embrace He...Read the rest...

A spider thin calligraphy, a varicose script upon the shallow sheen of mortality. Are these the genetics of a divine act arriving as green stems, weeds and blooms all in a tangle? A scratchy nib of doodled ideas? Behold the dying...Read the rest...

Intrusive thoughts take over my mind Leave me alone Words swirling in an out of my consciousness Leave me alone Memories pop up, zoom by, scorching themselves on my inner being Leave me alone Pushing them down down down Leave me alone Slowly, space begins...Read the rest...

The Inner Workings of a Clock My Catholic schoolgirl Denies my shadowy persona. Costumed in A navy blue uniform A snow-white blouse, A chest pocket embroidered By Saint John Fisher, Her youthful bearing ticks Smoothly, quietly, piously. My Catholic schoolgirl leads The May Day procession She...Read the rest...

Wouldn't it be tremendous, wouldn't it be great, If we could just let words flow, at a staccato kind of rate. We'd be like human gatlin guns on automatic fire, gushing words in torrents, like a demented multiplier....Read the rest...

SEVEN WORKINGS OF THE BLOOD Many people hear 'the Blood' But knoweth not its great workings So in this small scoop of poetry I will try to share the seven things That the Blood does for us Not that I have...Read the rest...

Can it truly be said that a man is mere logic when I see your emotion as if it hung in the air? Can it truly be said that a woman's mere feelings when my brain is like...Read the rest...