Best Tendrilled Poems

Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up.......

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There are simple pleasures in country things,
Hayrides and harvesting in the epoch of fall.
In the season when leaves fly with golden wings.

Porches where folks strum on guitar strings,
sharing iced tea and fond memories enthrall.
There are simple pleasures in country things.

Upon a fence, a tendrilled morning...

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Headlights cleave
Thin vapoured weave
Hotblack top
Cooked and stopped

Slice through air
Tendrilled hair
Steamy swirling
Ballroom whirling
Sweaty, surged, pressed
Hard-nosed crest

Closing behind
All but forgotten
Red-light gleam
Dimming, dimming
Weather’s dream...

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The covered bridge
The lover’s refuge

When in a huge crisis
The knife cuts into slices
The birds inside the ribs

When in a deluge
All the resource to be used 
has been exhausted

Have you seen
Those birds in the cage
How sensuously
They pretend to move out 
Only to return in glee
To make...

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here before
your very eyes
i will turn
a_ ____
into a sigh
 all the words
to come
and any that has been
i could sub a jug as i ate
always off tanned gent
We the ird
Strange strangers seem to stray as they come our weigh
yeah i used the wrong way
the our in...

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He took my hand gently
his skin soft velveteen
i think he smiled
or at least the corner of his mouth arched
in synchronicity with his perfectly lined eyebrow
as his fingers entwined them selves in mine
and he pulled me slowly closer
his aftershave dying apples and caramel past its point
a...

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We live in the jaws of Leviathan 
locked in His tendrilled tongue, twisted and
gasping for air

a second to breath
as it's scaled spit scales across our head
the saliva corrodes our flesh with a painless

hiss that pours into our pores 
We fall into the creature's throat 
descending...

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…speaking different languages
do you think we might have the capacity within the brain to speak every language
Now, did, eye.mean, coma
Shap rep
Bee May
After June
Coming the other weigh
Weight
Wait watt
I am kinda hoping this is someone else’s dream
and everything begins to fade
If the Brian is so clever
Y didn’t...

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Its pools of elastic black oil
that pulls lines and curves
spaces pausing words
a flick of a tale
a flick of a tail
tendrilled T's that stretch and yawn
U's that capture like cups
O's that don't stop or start
slytherin squiggles of serpentine s's
i hang a hammock between too Y'S
not too...

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loneliness sifts and drifts in light and shadow
hope always just a valley behind
with a mountain top to scale
never to glimpse
tendrilled fingertips pull deep
from within
drowning in not being...

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Bacchus confronts us in a shady place, A tangled grove, and he, astride a cask. Gross limbs and belly, small besotted face, And lips pursed to the uptilted flask. A buxom dryad, white against his tan, Attends him (sturdy spirit o' the trees) ; As...

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God what you done recently
my only fear that death
isn't the end of this 
counting pennies to buy dinner
see i stand
as you stare
from a ladder
perilously position
on top of a chair
without care
thoughts to air
welcome to my lair
where from shadows glare
unravelled eyes stare
and tendrilled fingertips
seem to point
that i...

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Writing outside
where the failing wind
sources my contours
the whoosh of irreverent travel
slips the ear
and the bristle yap of a garden dog
above mist swords
and billowed edges
whisper in a diluted sun
set for another encore
grass tantalises with samba sways
and bushes wave their tendrilled fingers
in evenings gaps
golden ashes transmute to...

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The tendrilled fingertips oil their way
from shadow black empty tree limbs
moonlight limps its way
between clouds that grey from the dark
the deep dead spitting splinters
of long gone stars
the close darkness holding
your concern a little two long
will there be evil vile live eyes looking back...

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Lying in the dark
the fuse and fuzz of shadows
as they meld and malform
glimmers of lost light 
spit their desperation 
Creaks and cracks mutter
a defiance of the day
The dull ache of alone
parades itself in glorious glory
night it’s favourite catwalk
The mind so hopeful
of some malevolence 
it’s tendrilled...

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