Best Swing Around Poems

She sorts me in parts
From one side to other.
I am symmetrical and asymmetrical.

I am closest to her brain
I swing around her freely.

I take a leap and kiss her cheeks
She tucks me back behind her ears
Adamantly, i repeat. She repeats.

I am tired
I rest on her shoulders.

I...

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Zinnia…garland of evening; I
yield to such innocent blush;
xanthic as your  moonlight’s hue
winging along the  field’s  minty air--
vulnerable are those eyes that can
unleash a charm seen only by a few.
Time and again, a mild gloss
shimmers on your curved outline
releasing  petal drops ever
quietly...

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Sunset--cool oceanscape.
Our feet pound the gritty ground
as our bodies swing around one another,
frenzied, heedless of decency. We whirl and
sway, enlivened by the rosy coral breeze
that dries the tiny oceans on our brows

and in our armpits;
those oceans mimicking the vast body
dancing, flowing, oozing, subsiding
before us. We...

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Baby seems to always be the one
to kick start the day
Trying to get comfortable in her placenta water bed,
got mother waking up dizzy
and feeling real queasy in the head
She feels it coming on,
yeah, she feels it coming on strong
Morning sickness is heading her way
Nothing she...

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BUSHFIRE
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Haunted...
glowing foot falls on the dusted wooden planks cross the bridge
following them 
I swing around enormous trees 
skirt quickly...trying to catch up

were we holding hands as we walked
...did we hold hands?
I can't recall
but the muster of us like the gun smoke
infiltrates the air here

murmurs
rattlings like...

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Clean uniforms all lined up
One set on each side.
Two flags- state and country-
Salute from across the field.
Swing, swing, swing again
And a thick clink,
Everything moves at once. 
The ball- outfield, second base,
First base, third,
Shortstop and then the mound.
Is he out?
You bet, tagged at first.
Good boy.
Batter up,...

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Step on a crack break your mothers back
No way is she going to go down with that
So I watch what I do, the direction I move
To not hurt my mom with the steps that I choose

I even avoid the cracks that I see
Randomly placed, all...

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Heads Of Fish And State

Little old man in his eighties holds fish heads to his side
Gently nestled under the arm
Tightly wrapped in newspapers
They won’t last long under a sweltering sun
The gentle soul sits next to me on the park bench
My temporary home
Nurses swing around the...

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You look at me , and you see a girl
So frail and fragile, easily broken
Easily duped, easily shattered
You look at me and you do not even doubt my secret
Pray, you scare me not, for I am made of a super power
See, I know exactly what...

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Summer day and a few minutes to spare
Take a swing around where the old school once stood
Finding only a parking lot and a tear in my eye
Another memory destroyed by progress
Pep rally in the school yard
How she smiled in her innocence
Laughing all the way to...

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Agent Arkansas kicked down the bolt lock door. He fired one round and once he was 
out of shots he swung back out of the room to reload. The four men started flipping 
tables for cover. Agent listened carefully to where they were hiding.

Reload-
Swing around...

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How often a story ends, amen 
but embers get revived.
Just when attention shifts
and talk wanes and subsides
Up pops a little 'and then'
An off we go again.

How often 'then' marks a turnabout
A sneaky unexpected kiss
A spiel for some new deal
A U-turn or swing around
So beware and...

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Hello, I’ve untangled the hell, I say hello I’ve abandoned the fail made sense of the past at long long last understand the collapse I’ve remembered the cracks the water weighed down from taps I’ve turned them back no trickle to kickle no threat I’ll...

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A zip lining tree makes about as much sense as a robotic hamster. Neurotic neanderthal neon numbers neither neutralise nor nut needed narcotic nymph nights. Oh wow a triangular pendulum. Must swing around on that. If the mice like it then so will I thought...

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