"drivetrain" poems
My dipstick shows me
your lubricant is getting low
& that's not good for your engine,
it'll make your pistons slower.
But don't you fret yet little beauty,
I have some mechanical-skills
that will thrill you,
get you tuned up
to optimal performance,
they almost seem romantic.
In order to keep
your motor running smoothly,
I'll have to poke my head
up under your hood,
adjust your wiring,
check your plugs,
fill you up
with some more fluid.
Then, I'll place you
high on the rack,
look at your suspension,
make sure your wheels
spin uninhibited,
before I release some
drivetrain tension.
Hey listen to me fast-momma,
you'll have to schedule
an appointment soon,
'cause I'm getting full here.
O please hurry
& come quick,
I'm not sure how long
I can hold onto my tool
before I break free.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
Human life moves fast
shows things, words, convinces
It shows things that are not created,
but about what is created in the heart
No healthy person will say
And even when life is sad
Don't lose hope, because it's very tedious anyway
Everything is falling apart
You're lying on the ground, you're in despair
Suddenly a ray of sunshine appears,
Drivetrain like in a sports car
Engine straight from the sky
It's coming back, and you want to change it, present it like a bestseller,
Put it on a distant shelf, away from light, eyes of the gaze
for old memories
And when you see yourself in the mirror after grayness and indifference... You bet something...
It's love, faith, hope
-Happiness at last, faith at last,
As if my punishment had passed, you thought
not seeing your reflection that you have already seen,
reflections from the mirror of childhood. It's faith
Not only old memories will remain
Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
Handy dandy blues clues plain
all purpose favorite refrain
i.e. "impossible mission"
courtesy complimentary doppelganger
G.I. ("Government Issue", "General Issue",
or "Ground Infantry") Jane
in tandem with Alyson Chain
comes to the rescue attempting
to describe entrenched nonproductive
crippling psychological mindset ascertain
most any reader would consider insane
embedded deep within
genetic code possibly
inherited maternal grandfather,
who emigrated nineteenth century Ukraine,
he (purportedly tailor by trade)
only spoke Yiddish,
language used by Jews
in central and eastern Europe
before the Holocaust.
Originally German dialect with
words from Hebrew, and
several modern languages and
today spoken mainly in US, Israel, and Russia.
Mental illness, (or predisposition thereof)
linkedin courtesy heredity,
supposition nuts so crazy nor insane,
yet nothing further about biology
Iberia lee kant hex Spain
emotional status concomitantly
intertwined with possible causes
such as: Autoimmune, Behavioral,
Cognitive, Neurological,
Environmental - inextricably lodged
within cerebral domain
manifesting as countless
fixations, I disdain
(in retrospect) precious time forsaken,
and absolute zero benefits to gain,
and inflicted severe strain
father and mother felt helpless,
especially when anorexia nervosa
nearly imperiled life source villain
rent asunder body electric drivetrain
brought corporeal standstill
loosed maniac running
rampant within brain
emaciation delivered me
at death's door
prescribed medications Mellaril and Elavil
nsync with psychiatric intervention plus
mother as licensed practical nurse wayne
wright me malnourished body
nutrient fortified drinks,
I passively did abstain
eventually grudgingly gained weight
buffering scrawny skeletal
skein knee membrane
definitely stunted growth plus chain
reaction impacted livingsocial
courtesy thank you me private Charlemagne
promoted cultural revival known
as Matthew Scott Harris'
Carolingian Renaissance.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 2:58 PM UTC