Best Flasks Poems

Flings and wings and rings rejected…
 Cupid’s arrows fly deflected…
“It clearly is too late” she signed, “to love, adore or pay me mind”

Penciled lines drew cruel conclusions
mocking mirror’s cracked illusions…
Sometimes, in time, I hang awhile, reflected in her parting smile

Drifting wan, below unheeding
worried, wounded suns...

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Donkey’s ogling artful masks
like drunks ogling addictive flasks – 
You sure look fancy—Nancy! 

Be submissive! Behaving neurotic
is now patriotic – loonies in charge 
of the asylum; 

           Be safe! Give them your first 
born...and second...

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Forever Swansea...

Bright blue skies in the summer sun, 
The birds among the trees. 
The golden sands of Swansea Bay, 
The calmness of the seas. 

As I walk along these golden sands, 
I watch each breaking wave. 
The inshore lifeboat comes along, 
But there's no-one here...

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Our Day Out

Our day out to Wales in the Summer of 1981
In car temperature soars that alike to Lebanon,
Not like the previous year of 1980
When temperatures where more akin to Haiti.
Mark one Cortina of a family friend
Seven of us packed in till journeys end.
Car fumes...

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Let's melt down all the plastics that will not biodegrade
and form some giant ice floes to replace the ones God made
so Polar bears will have somewhere to sit and sleep and stand
instead of getting persecuted when they come inland.
Lets crush unwanted bottles down and grind...

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So as the fauna flakes into flasks and the distance is at ease,

so as the forgotten fallen ones are at peace and you and your life are crease,

so as the harrowing start and a seasonal bar goes into the yonder park,
and an endimony of our...

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the weaver song birds
weave most elaborate homes
that
LOOK LIKE UPTURNED FLASKS


hummingbird's sweet trills
charms us because it ingests
in
NECTAR TWICE ITS WEIGHT

petite and plumpy
love birds are valentine's souls
but
DON'T EAT CHOCOLATES 

March 29, 2016
Mystic's Split Haikus...

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I dreamt of being transported to a strange alien land
The sky was splattered with lumps, of red gooey sand 
Spacemen appeared through it, with rubbery hands
This wasn’t on my bucket list, I could not understand 

Another blip sent shockwaves, from above my head 
These spooky...

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Odyssey from Africa, Chapter 11e, The Island Kingdom (continued)

Matto, Lisa and their parents 
Contemplated now a journey 
On the ocean that was longer 
Far than any in their memory 

One whole week upon the ocean 
Lay before them in the sail-boat
As a crewman bid them...

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Flasks and drums
Vases and urns
Barrels for holding pickles

Bowls and cups
Pots and pans
Piggy banks for nickles

Beakers, pitchers
Bottles for milk
Mere vessels for the rookies!

For no container
In the world
Can beat my jar of cookies!...

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Raindrops upon the asphalt
Stain my camera lens as it stares at the moon
I lack a jacket and the wind is strong
Would it be cool if I was ice all along?

Reading the twist of the story
Before you have context to know why it's there
I'm thinking I...

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pot bellied boasting navels
shiny round ball bearing stomachs
haloing out of diesel grime
over alls and silver buttoned railway
insignias

these long waxed pig curled mustache workmen
rotated their lives between shifts of day and night
with metal lunch boxes and coffee tin flasks
strolling main road home or to that gleaming...

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No milk for babies
 
 I have lost track of who is fighting whom in the overlapping endless wars 
in the middle- east, but that is beside the point today.
I was standing in supermarket`s till a woman in front of me had bought
a litre of...

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There is a small town in an out of the way place named Brownsville,
Exhibiting beautiful seasonal trees and a stream with crystal clear water flowing into a mill.

The elders of the town are hanging up strange symbolled objects as decorations,
And bringing items to the center...

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the stern of the junk  

stuck out like the tip of an iceberg

surrounded by plastic bottles

filled baby’s nappies

flip flops and crocs


we can walk on water

whatever floats our boat

sustainable climate change

the hotter the better

while the orchestra

plays water music 

the instruments so swollen

that tunes at supermarkets

sound...

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