Best Grinder Poems

He can turn the crank, to tunes of happy song,
One that his crowd has cherished for long,
But something has so terribly gone wrong
For someone has declared: you don’t belong,
O, you don’t belong; no, you do not belong,
As organ music on streets is forever banned
Dismantling livelihood,...

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Between paper-soft 
worlds of fragile 
imaginations, 
I float upon those
gossamer tulips 
that split every 
second of saccharine 
musings and 
eclipsed confessions, 
distinguishing all
photoelectric synonyms
of lachrymose 
stimuli towards 
glassy manipulations
of blood-fragranced sun. 

Everything that is 
sown in sweetened 
textures of afterglow-soil, 
always blossoms upon 
decayed fossils...

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    The young mother died,
    before she could hold her newborn child
    Paternity was unknown
    the secret his mother had never shared
    The boy was cradled in the arms of...

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Reincarnated, I will come back as a mustached and bearded Italian organ grinder,
I will live in Rome, Italy and play my home-made barrel organ in the streets,
My pet spider monkey, Shark, will happily grab up silver coins, as a reminder.
And we will make the beautifully-dressed...

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He walks through  murky puddles cobble stone
    City full of busy sounds and movements
        Time advancing enhancing improvements.

Passer-byers in the youthful sunny' hours
    Social complexity of daily life
   ...

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I can still remember visiting a small musical town,  
a young boy holding his hat and singing his heart out for money.  
His love for music was heart warming,  
John was this little fellow's names.  
He wore a big smile with...

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To All Mothers Everywhere
To all mothers
everywhere
Why do you part your legs
toward
the 21st Centaury
Didn’t you know
That the future is our final station
Where the monkey sits and waits
To collect
For a debt that has long been owed?
And he will never be denied
payment.
That fateful stop is close now. 
Didn’t...

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If it's just the organ grinder
with his little pet monkey
give him a penny 
and send him on.
 
If it's just the organ grinder
coming around to tell me
what time it is,
tell him I bought a clock.
 
I had a tolerance for the old man
and his little...

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Old wooden pepper grinder’s
thinking of the past.
Dreaming ‘bout its days of glory,
now collecting dust.

It’s got stories, it’s got wisdom
but no one’s there to listen.
It’s feeling rusty, useless and lonely 
somewhere in the kitchen.

Wanting to retell old anecdotes,
 just to be taken into warm hands.
Instead Alzheimer’...

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Mothers everywhere
Listen 
The grinder box is growing louder 
In the voice of antiquity.
Don’t you hear it over the gears of the midnight carousel.
The monkey won’t be moving from window ceil
To window ceil collecting change
So, you better teach your babes to dance
And dance well
And forget their...

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I often have dreams in which my teeth fall
Out of my skull and onto the ground in
Shattered fragments of yellow enamel
Fragile remnants of bone and blood coagulated.

Through so much drudgery I do trudge onward
Unaware of the trail of despair in my wake
I can only be...

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Peanuts slowly slid between the old man's fingers as he watched.
Unaware, his long time patrons smiled and greeted him as they passed.
The music stopping abruptly,
he listened to the sound as the nuts hit the cobbles of the ancient plaza where he stood, his back against...

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The faint sound of breathing
is heard in the silence of darkness
where eyes gaze into the sky
with tear-stained thoughts
  how still the moment
  the smallness of being
reliving each sorrow from yesterday
as a metaphor
that stands on the edge of emotion
looking into an abyss, feeling nothing
awakened...

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Echoes of despair swirled in my head
 as I inhaled the crisp autumn air
 My relationship was hanging by a thread
 I knew the breakup was near

 As i walked through the streets that afternoon
 I heard the organ grinder's familiar tune
 My heart churned...

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Emboldened metal torso dusts her in pink Himalayan flecks
Her mahogany neck persuaded to turn in his grip
Rendering fragrant dark bite from her deep spice chest
The two infused together perfect a harmonious marriage

Her mahogany neck persuaded to turn in his grip
Seasoning lamb's tendered flesh, in a...

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