Best Gnarls Poems

        
          In My Garden of Freedom



To no human,...

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"Transport Terminals" 

When ghosts find ghosts
they walk through the 
core of each other 
expecting knowledge 
of the other’s being
it’s surprising mirrors
are considered 
transport terminals
eerily reflective
otherworldly...

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behold now everything on this earth;
    the fields with abundance of grain,
    palm-grove harvests rich and fruitful,
  ...

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As fingers thaw, they can now bend
to your sweet will, my dear old friend
around that pen, or to those keys
to dabble in sweet memories
   adding your...

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The sable noon’s hues part the glow
When your form coils into a shadow
Impaired by whiffs in a forest 
As twisted leaf gnarls on its breasts

Layered,...

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Swirls of ragged trees
In wisp white softness of skies—
Curls of dark fingertips
Like gold glints of eyes.

Swirls in broiling smoke
And heat’s wild surmise.

Gnarls in sticks of...

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Life is entanglement plus time,
A Gordian knot of opportunities,
Each ravel a riddle to solve
or a battle to be won.

We grab and pull at the gnarls,
Greedy...

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… scattered jazz,
haunted gnarls of
octupi-night staggering
between semen-splinters of stars
pain-fornicating in
my collective gutter, my disheveled
cells oozing your
black and
softer gold
burning silence
in a heathen writhe between my ears
dancing...

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A mermaid whisper

She said, " be mine"
From today moving forward
Let me see you everyday at dawn
May your face be a fresh imprint at dusk
Whisper words...

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Gnirps, Syrups and Turnips

Guess what Gnirps are or is?

Two gnus had meet two gnirps
Had burps and tried many syrups
By time problem was final solved;
Eat no...

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Babies and young saplings are silky smooth,
    adorned by curls and twirls, unfurled.
But age assails and weather beats brows
   ...

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Who says a tree is bent, not straight, kinked?
For there are no straight lines in nature.
A line is a human abstraction, a connection between points.
Look...

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Little ant, you are invited to rest here
on the back of my hand.
You’re invited to think about time with me.
I am always thinking about time,
all...

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BEHOLD, see, times tower hast struck three, hour chimes for thee,
The Devil's hour is here, my dear, but thee need not fear,
Sound, nay bells, snarls?...

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Age gnarls, weather beats skin to flaky dryness. 
Wrinkles and lines, furrows, knots and blotches
Twist and contort the skin of babies and youths
to a knurled,...

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