Best Swivelling Poems

Feeling hurt owing to belied expectation
The earth entity floundered hither and thither
Spiralling gloom causing consciousness contraction
The wound cut deep since he relied upon his transgressor

Pain amplified by cyclic thoughts plunged him into despair
For healing he visited a reputed clinical psychologist
Listening patiently seated on a swivelling...

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She grabbed at the quarter full pop bottle neck, 
cream soda from Marsh’s,
and held like a truncheon, in the harshest
of voices 
produced an otherworldly sound, GETOUT!!
“Give me a chance” and he stepped forward.
Stood aside her I moved towards 
“****ing try it” 
I’d never seen those...

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Wahine hula dance all night
Swivelling hips beneath moonlight
But comes the dawn
Bikini on
They surf the waves like dynamite!...

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Thump-thump of stiffening fish contorting
   In the bilge beneath the gunwale; 
 Lidless, bulging, reddened eyes, swivelling upwards, 
Protruding horribly from the straining sockets,
    Express stupefied amazement at inconceivable 
  Abruptness  
   Of a former world...

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Would you please tell me where I wronged you
Said I to Love
As we sat close to each other
Yet,
Distanced!

Would you please tell me 
As I understand not,
After all,
I simply obeyed the skies,
The booms of my heart
And the tugs of my senses!

I obeyed them all
And lay there
With...

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  I AM POETRY 

‘In the Beginning
was the Word’
light penetrated dark
sound big-banged birthed
three in One creating
~ P o e t r y ~
I am this poised superlative 
unchanging yet exotically emitting 
all that changes 

I am Poetry
fruit of my desires 
dropping when fully ripened
as...

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Winter Fantasia.

Snowman, his coat a trillion frosty threads...crotched by Jack,
the naughty mischief maker. 
Each crystal cast perfect by Boreas.                          #
Blizzard...

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We dragged the slopes to our feet.
On the summit, we burnt our clothes
for wood and there shuffled our feet
in the hush of the falling snow.
 
We had come out of the scuffed grass.
 
With one look back in unbelief
exhuming the long trek
   ...

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"Another Man’s Treasure"



Jetsam tumbles
broken doorbells
no one
answers
anymore

ironing boards 
pressing to imprint
something of significance
a life, your life
droll and predictable

it all sinks 
to the bottom 
of a bad dream
with yesterday’s 
stale tears

sharp heels
clicking on a parquet floor
like knives ripping words
jagged scratches on old wallpaper
like a warning thrown at...

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It makes a heart glad to know 
there are still, small country towns 
like Woodford, where homes 
with large old trees, 
sit scattered between small shops
and local businesses
 
To think the spirit of Elvis exists 
in a greengrocers’, called, “Grapelands.”
‘Elvis Parsley’ swivelling his hips
amongst the...

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A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining,
Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home
Lonely branch, spasms in the wind
Nestling and father paw and peck, yearn and whimper
These Flightless Birds, on a fickle branch

Young nestling skitters to the branch’s edge
Peers over on...

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Scented ember a moulted smoulder
Skied as crackling softness 
Spied and felt thru a film of dexterity
Uncalibrated, solvent, translucid
Trance and dance

Street fleet, guttering inhabited by creased indoctrination
Yet to be ironed
Yet to be pressed and left on the stoop
Cornered like bluefin, fed, foddered and canned
'Til the ink...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Fifteen

She dreamed a dream all unfulfilled all through the dragging day
Even while she tossed and grumbled half-starved and in dismay
Two lives she lived as the swivelling Door swung through her faith
Did Ol’ Khayyam keep her company absent during...

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The sunset was amazing,
Blinding,
Divine, wonderful!

Yet, standing on the ocean bed
Was a warship
Loaded, armed,
Ready to attack!

It felt like life on Earth had become hell
Now,
To fight shall we
To try to survive shall we
All else,
Dreams, secrets, longings,
Ambitions, love, great becomings,
Nothing would ever be of purpose!

I wanted to immortalize...

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Not
the dripping words from rotund cheeks
Or 
the mesmerized audience in fashionable conferences
Not
the frantic letters pawned from sacred pages
Nor
the cowering force of conviction in hallowed institutes
Neither
the skewed statistics manufactured on swivelling chairs
Abi
omniscient,omnipresent hard-mini-traitors know me
Rather,
I am the brackish fluid in hunger gorged sockets
the menacing cloud in...

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