Best Crinkles Poems

Meeting my homegirls Wilma Neels
and Kim Van Breda with shrieks and squeals
hasty introductions and we're on our way
for a night of reading at Poetry Café

We've...

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Your beauty extends 
Into the heaven
Whispering secrets of 
Happiness and affection.
You look up at me and smile
With crinkles in the 
Corners of your eyes.
The smooth...

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Last fire before summer
Come snuggle in close
Lay your head on my lap
While I play with your hair
Tell me of how your day went
Your hopes and...

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delicate lace linked by crochet
labyrinthine stitches a doily a day

counted by repetitious candlelight
motherly hands of preponderant foresight

twisting and surrender of silent threads
tucking each one into...

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The parched sycamore leaf
Walked across the patio
Past the portal of my dwelling

The alder slab was immobilized
By a decorative door stopper
Arranged to let the warm
November day...

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Hooming in the near lorizon, 
another girthday makes me bloomy
The yays, the dears are massing paster!
I am diserablly mepressed, and in a date of great...

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I have walked for a mile 
in her footsteps.

She
offers a cooling balm
for the heat of my frustrations.
Leaning against that solidness gives pause,
to stop and drink...

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So at 47 I have arrived.
A position most disconcerting,
Troubling? Nay,
Downright disturbing!
A blatant assault.!
An ego in default.
Should have steered left, 
Perhaps joined a cult.

Having settled back...

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Was tired of my wrinkles
and crinkles around my eyes,
the ones around my mouth
and my forehead on my face,
and couldn't afford the real thing
so thought I'd...

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She doesn't like her jowls and wattle; 
her wrinkles, crinkles and her mottle.  
She rubs in a lotion 
then applies a potion; 
if a...

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The little things about you
make up the man I love.
I love the smallest things about you
that make you who you are.

The way your nose crinkles...

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I wear my wrinkles proudly.
In fact, they aren’t so bad.
They show I’m used to laughing
and I’m hardly ever sad!
These crinkles in the corners
of my sparkling...

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Crinkles in our sheets
Are like road maps to the love
We'll make beneath them...

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SILENCE, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's poem: Silence by T. Wignesan


The silence PRIOR to silence
	Silence anterior to the ineffable SYLLABLE where silence is born where it’s...

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He saw it in my eye's,

a little sprinkle
from the pines-

little crinkles in the vines, 

what a pencil
drawing up signs,

nobody else could see have seen me...

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