My crank dowsing rod

A Poem by angelina neves

an "old one" for: "Sound(s) in words", http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/6767/

Plang! Clinck! Blonk! Tlenx! Sheeiiiii!
(groans that words cannot express
that’s the sound of my dowsing rod
is a bit rust, poor thing...
I’m trying hard here
To get it into the spirit of magic
So I can give you something nice!)

The wheel of fortune
The arcane with out a name
Are trying to hunt you?
There will be no problem!
Everything can change
for the better if you have hope!

(...and if I can fix this willful thing!)

Dling! Flenck! Gluglu! Klanx! Shooeeee!
(groans that words cannot express
are the waves of my dowsing rod
it is a bit worn out, poor thing!
I’m trying hard here
to make it getting in the spirit of working
So I can give you something good!)

Nothing is sure in the curse of time
You are afraid the worse
May happen at anytime?
But there will be always promises
of development, realizations
Transformations will come
If you trust your power of wining!

(...if I get this stubborn thing to work!)

Plush! Blinck! Clonk! Tlack! Shiiiiing!
(groans that words cannot express
Just the fading lights of my dowsing rod
They are blind-flying, a bit dullness,
poor thing!

I’m trying hard here
to get it in the spirit of collaboration
So I can give you something new!)

In the unpredictable movement
many want to destroy
our bigger ideal and dreams?
Don’t be discouraged
We will get a paradise right here,
right now, if we don’t give up!

(...and if I can convince this crank thing
to get into the spirit of hearing me
and work to fix everything!)

Plang! Clinck! Blonk! Tlenx! Sheeiiii!
Dling! Flenck! Gluglu! Klanx! Shooeeee!
Plush! Blinck! Clonk! Tlack! Shiiiiiing!

I will get there! You will see!
It is just needs a bit of patience
grrrrrrrrrrrr puffff shriiiiiiiiii...
(I’m groaning words that can’t be express)

I think…

Help!
I’m turning myself into a stupid dowsing rod
That doesn’t work!