Best Cranking Poems

~writer's notes~

i think out loud
from my fingers to a keyboard 
so forgive me if my speak
is somewhat long winded
if it has swirls and curls
this is me
hopefully you want to hear
my voice in its totality

~the prologue~

just a child
he clenches his teeth
grinding 
creating a screeching sound
much like...

Continue reading...

I remember! 
  Cranking that old wore-out handle on that ice cream maker, until I thought my 
arms were going to fall off.  Having a big smile on my face, as I turned and 
turned, pushed and pulled on that old crank begging...

Continue reading...

Leaderboard paradox
Bard, crank or chatterbox
Irreconcilable
Most undeniable
Two titles possible?
Can't have all three

Flourish and elegance
Meter and relevance
Grasp of the elements
Sensitive delicate
Post the best poetry
For all to see

Building community
Post with impunity
Dishing encouragements
Never discouragements
Attaboy lunacy
Nice job! Spondee

Magnitude, quantity
Content moronity
Quality suffering
Sputtering, stuttering
Faster through brevity
Haiku for me

Where is the paradox?
Chatter and...

Continue reading...

I remember reading a short story by Hitchcock. Three friends walk and converse as they make their trek home from work. Huddled in mind,
independently fearless, the cold air or hot night baring their souls.

crows on line watching
remembering silhouettes -
chalk line to be drawn

Three, two, one...

Continue reading...

Big-Mouth Bass
An April morning, as the climbing sun
tipped up in sight, and lit the coming day
and colored red, after a storm was done,
I cast my plug, a stinger--red and gray--

to where it looked the likely place to me,
where hides the hog--from minnows swimming by;
then feeds...

Continue reading...

Last night,
You beat my meat and blow my mind
Later, you overwhelm me
With every single grind.
Cranking and cranking
Untill my hunger roars.

When you turn around in that apron
I adore your every curve.
I like it hot and juicy
Alittle pink in the middle.

I can't wait to see that steak
Hit...

Continue reading...

II

for Thodti trailing barefeet his dried coconut-stick broom on cracked macadam
in the gutter festering oozing fresh month-old drying turds urine remains of fed-up banana-leaves skins withered jasmine garlands drained motor-oil from scooter-taxis overfed flies lean stray kids fowl cows
      ...

Continue reading...

childhood, creation, feelings, growing up, heaven, imagery, word play,

Awakening Teary-eyed Emotions  ©                        	

Collect upon the stillness
Count down the seconds
Clouds have overshadowed
Calling...

Continue reading...

Politech chef in the kitchen
cooking up another Microsoft microdot
meth batch of morphology
Walter White’s in the house
brewing more truth breaking bad
tweet juice chemical toxicity
And the viral caged bird brains
are getting subliminally stamped
with the neon glowing letters LSD

Look Sideways Dummies

Don’t look straight ahead
into the glaring oncoming lights
of...

Continue reading...

Woe is me to the DLV by Gypsy View previous topic View next topic Go down  
 

Location :  Marton, New Zealand

 



Oh DVLC you have upset me, you are so unkind

You’ve committed the ultimate sin; I need to unwind

You  really have...

Continue reading...

Nineteen Seventy-Seven Alumni

Some conspiratorial and malevolent force
     must be fast at work
     cranking chronology dial
an extraterrestrial force

     donning, housing, loosing,
     plying, and trumpeting greater guile
then this schmart ass threadbare
...

Continue reading...

It is so hard to let go of love,
lovingly.

It sharks, 
unpeels more gut more quickly
than reel or reeler ever lost
in all those years of lazy inches
in and out:
casting,
winding in and playing out,
hardly fishing, rarely catching
anything
from the deepness out of sight,
hardly ever losing . . .
anything.

Blisters...

Continue reading...

(In a 19th-century legal judgment studied by all who 
learn the English common law, Sturges v. Bridgeman,
the court found in favour of a "nice" doctor over a
"common" manufacturer, for reasons of pure snobbery.)

The Candyman Can’t

Some legal battles have the power to thrill,
while others never have,...

Continue reading...

A lot of fancy gizmos befuddle me in this technological age,
Where perplexing computers, texting and twittering are all the rage!
I can empathize with the feller who renounced horse and buggy days,
To subdue the baffling horseless carriage that became all the craze!

Clyde Schlunk reluctantly retired his...

Continue reading...

We were a country where people roamed free
   where you drove cross-country without paying a fee

We were a country where folks dreamed big 
   outside of Washington where men wore wigs

We were a country known for ingenuity
   not for...

Continue reading...