Best Pretzel Poems

~~~Who's the Pretzel ?~~~


Off to  my first yoga class I went
After much money on outfit spent.
  Twisted into pretzel form.
  These positions...

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The soul becomes peaceful
                     ...

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This recently happened to me.
I didn’t recover very well from it. 
I just sat there
naked, 
embarrassed, 
while 
while my partner got dressed 
and walked out...

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Caught in lust's whirlpool -
pretzel entwined limbs
edge me into your
carnal cavity
whilst you taste thine's flesh.

Nail-induced scars
tattoo my back
as wanton yips
pervade night air.

Erotic
stimuli
mingle and

sculpt our
torso's

whole!...

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It’s called a Blitz
It’s more like ****
**** on the feel of it
**** on those gone before
Before when readers were respected
Before some tortured verse unnecessarily
Unnecessarily complicated...

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The images plucked from a full soft drive like over blown berries
threatening to fall……blasted to the humus. Swing chains creak.
The high-backed, heart carved, chalk white,...

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~A Salute to Wind~

Ah, the wind in the trees!
Bends lovingly about to hug my knees.
And the whoosh of their leaves,
brings back multitudinous memories.

Of  being sixteen...

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“Gertrude please, I require your help,
I seem to be a little stuck!”
With whine and twine, Ben yelped.
“Get me out of this pickle, quick. It is...

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The Willful Wind

Ah, the wind in the trees! 
Bends lovingly to hug my knees.
And the whoosh of their leaves, 
brings back multitudinous memories.

Of  being sixteen...

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Young Lena wandering under a covered sky~

Alone I'm walking not far from my destroyed home.
It's nearly Christmas where I live, but Santa Claus won't be...

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Most restful sleep since... being in utero

Courtesy restless leg syndrome
spouse called me expletive rat fink
ousted me out the bed with plink
as lovely bones almost got...

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I got bit
Three times.
By what?
I do not know.

Up the leg,
Past the knee.
Itch
Unmistakable.

Beforehand,
I spied
An ugly spider,
With a white dot.

After Brunswick stew
And my husband’s wings,
Pretzel sticks with...

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You melt my butter.
You sop my gravy.
There is no other
like my redneck baby.

You're the frost on my mug;
the salt on my pretzel.
You really squish my...

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Don't know 'bout you, but I'm in a stew
that Rice ain't nice and the NFL  smells.
Seems a shame, just  2 games
suspension for sending...

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This is how it starts
the decline of who we are, the decline of something more
the start of wars
Installed in us is confidence
confidence, a blessing or...

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