Best Cork Poems

THE CORK


You have been sheltered from a world of love
Your every movement is harsh and lifeless

Your eyes show your pain
and your heart speaks of torture
Torture from the many inhumane, insane things
that has happened to you

Like a child being handed a cookie you feel you must...

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My drapes are drawn tight,
in the morning of our afternoon,
after the fall – beyond the light
of a silent evening spent.
Dusk spits a new shine
upon the facets of my mood ring
and sunrise alarms me again.

Fish hooks evenly lure my smile
into place - when bated breaths
are baited...

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This jazz pallete weeps with greed 
for the return of some bebop 
and crooning bleeds.
Neon flagships that lit the night
with saxophones 
and trumpets bright.
This bird bottled in country twang
is popping the cork
for some bluesy swang.
Spinning the vinyl under needled arm
baritones ripple 
as nerves are darned.
Shattered...

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Who could have told? Who could have said? 
That life is fair and it can't be altered; 
Who owns the wisdom? Who owns the words? 
That could calm a man who is tricked and shattered. 

One cannot change things just overnight; 
He can hold for...

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I remember the day, marked with
the bland of each grayer junction’s number,
It was the ascendancy of the sunder,  befallen my eyes .
A grand exchange, by the mouth of Phantom Deranged,
the sun and  the firefly, a grain of fire sand.
The rearranging of tree trunks...

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Anyone living on this planet should know
that you need a big cork to plug a volcano.
From way deep down is a powerful force.
The core of the earth is where comes the source.
Up into the air goes ashes and smoke.
It is thick and dark enough to...

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PRETTY 
CITY...

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Have any of youse guys really noticed lately
Females are showing more parts quite shapely
Not really complaining
But I do find it draining
Popping my cork, I admit barefacedly...

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limerick

Have you heard why the farmer named Cork
commandeered a short freight train in York?
     When the hoboes from thar
     dared reclaim their hay car,
they discovered the pitch of Cork’s fork.

December 1, 2019
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Tuesday afternoon sags
Under the weight of my 
                         Uncertainty
Sagging slow and ponderous
No sage wisdom here

Frozen in brittle golden amber
  ...

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Cork The Hole!
" Luv's-A-Leakin "
What does God see, what does He think?
Where will man, his value, place?
Will it be in this physical birdhouse,
or in the crafter's smiling face?

And what if this birdhouse should become
part of your home's decor.
With It's aroma of wood, glue, or paint,
but...

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It's time we stop this game. 
Which has no distinct name. 
Than the already made. 
Such distressful and shame. 
Why don't you lower your gaze? 
When you proclaiming, am a male. 
Just avoid the stain. 
Cos, everyone has an aim. 
Why don't you stop this...

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i have opened the cork of my memory’s bottle
                         old colouring vibrations rippling serene in  
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Tried again, I tried in vain
Far away he went so far
Train of thoughts I need to forget
Upon which my life is hanging
Forgive me, the cork of death opened.




Submitted on November 28, 2019, for Five Word Challenge Poetry Contest sponsored by Beth Evans...

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I went far far away,
On a train that took all day,
Upon my arrival,
I tried but my energy was final,
I popped the cork and enjoyed my glass of wine.

11/29/2019...

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