Best Corkscrews Poems

~ Curlicues and squiggles ~


A skywriter flew by
   He drew a straight line
I looked up with a sigh
   What if the writing were mine

I'd draw curlicues
   jagged lines and squiggles
Loop-di-loops with corkscrews
   lithe wiggles and jiggles

I'd fill...

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Crushed mirrors hammers melted nails 
spooky silent snails
Feathers in my teeth
The red in your lips 
The curl of your hips
Your tongue on fire 
Kites in your eyes 
Your heel in boots
Pointed toes walk
Dusting the chalk from the summer sky
Old knife points 
New dead Saints
Treated leather...

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"Loneliness has never earned a day's pay.
     What I've learned, first of all, is that loneliness chooses it's own weapons.  It 
hasno distinguishing marks, and comes in no colors at all.  Sometimes, it will 
creep up on you, and...

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Yggdrasil is a home to hanging bones
As trees to singing birds

Yggdrasil

Beneath its hallowed branches
Thick wands of spring tree flesh
Twirl into the finest corkscrews
Suspended from the boughs, Us

Delicate spear leaves
Small and fine
Grow full as finest crops
Green brings life to eyes, that have not seen

The gods congregate...

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It’s time to flip the free calendar,
loosen the rusty Christmas tree stand screws
Battery’s low on the reindeer car,
boost the spirits with some gift used snowshoes

In these worn out soles try walking a mile or two,
winter chill what it feels like a poor man goes thru
Garbage...

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Leaving London

A thousand flickered lights
Beat out neon
Fantasies animation
Jerks its pseudo motion
Feet by fifty foot tall
On the south river board walk

Juke box gangsters one-armed bandit
Hang street corners
From the eyes red light
By cliché shop windows
Of a thousand past and spent Christmas glazed nights

Fishnet nylons legs
Twist on black...

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Sit unflinching in a slumbered pose
each exhaled breath like a moor's mist,
a rhythmic pulse like a metronome 
on the thin temples throb 
like a snare drum's distant beat
but closer...much closer.

Yet watch the candle flame's heat,
curving and caressing the air
like a finch's cadmium wings
morphing in shadow...

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Corkscrews in the jugular
and wine sat there in front
of you,
cheese and pickle on the sofa
so far and it's so good.

But then the morning comes
to frisk you
and empty glasses all around you
when they find the blood
it won't look good for you.

Make excuses 
leave the party,
if you...

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The iced earth encases within hidden depths
a dormant forgotten fossil, enslaving each limb's tendril budding like pebbles locked
in chains forged, contorted by rock and stratified slate twisted by snowy sleet,

spiked corkscrews drill clay, marble and compact soil, root through the dreary winter
blackened grass and heather,...

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But with her love, the flame is wrath-furnaced, 
dissolves like ice cubes in blazing sunlight. 
Then classic symphonies are syncronized
as a phoenix sets its last spiraled flight 
that corkscrews the singing stars...mezermised 
when bluebirds are reborn with flames in sight
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A hot muggy day sets the stage.
The warm air blows across the dry prairie,
Suffuses with the high cool air of the gulf.
They entertwine to form the Finger of Jupiter.
One that corkscrews across the land
with no apparent direction.
It's fury destroys all it touches,
tortures the psyche with...

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The blushing beauty doesn’t want to be noticed?
She wears a peacock in her hair...corkscrews,
ringlets, spirals everywhere. Yellow, orange, bluebirds,
hearts exuding happiness. The X’s and O’s
on the lipstick-colored wall exposed.
Her lemon shoulders lift in flirtation.
She’s a punctuation, a flamboyant Mona Lisa.

Put the two gals side by...

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flashbacks are corkscrews!
each loop 
entwines
what was,
with what
could be,
when cork 
pops!
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Hair like corkscrews,
crazy curly and short,
pulled into two plaits,
begging to be let free.

With her eyes wandering about, 
she sprouts a smile on my face,
as she boards the bus,
her bag like a tortoise shell 
on her back.

A new girl has come to school,
a new friend; a...

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Life is a straight road
Sometimes it bends, corkscrews or whips
But it never waivers from where its eye is leading it

Like a lemming it knows its destination

As young people, on the other hand, we think
We’re on the ride of our lives
And everything and anything goes

Not knowing...

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