Best Tines Poems

When sea gods invisibly show their glory
They’re escorted by their elusive sea army;
Vow before them, their loud rhapsodic chords play,
As heard in light of blue...

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I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore...

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It must have felt like love at first,
The clinging of the ivy vines,
Until his rich red heart had burst.

Her tendrils slaked an ancient thirst,
The tender...

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He was so charming, but never a prince.
Sweet words he chose to mix and mince.
How could my mind have been so dense,
To let my heart...

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Mediums of Winter parse
translucent runes on the tines 
of sloping firs basking like mallards 
in March's brusk sunshine. 
Arctic oracles echo on the lake's hard...

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It was the best of tines; it was the worst of tines.
    It lay, distraught, in silence on the road.
He came around...

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SUFFERINGS

stabbed at the dumpling…
   cut the head off the chicken
...kitchen staff impaled*

Harker’s tipsiness...
   ruddy wine blushes on neck
...teeth marks like fork...

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Call me little miss Dorothy from the wizard of Oz fame, for today I’m
Clicking my ruby red shoes, on the golden bricks on the sunshine...

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HERE COME THE DEER.
i sit in my stand so patient and verry still.
when the wind blows it hits my body and gives me a chill.
i...

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or peaceful vines
to turn a fork to tines

fluffy kisses guessing
without dressing

on occassion
pink ovation

to feast and dine
on a ripened vine!...

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The Song of Amergin: Modern English Translations

The Song of Amergin
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I am the sea breeze
I am the ocean wave
I am the...

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A few lines about forks upon the table
Fondue's pronged fork for fingers habile 
A taste of life's flavored torgues
Babes brought by the stork
Tough, old meat
Forks
Fork...

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paprika-stained tongue
passion of the Magyar —
sweet rose tingles tines

10/1/2018...

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The drum, the drum, the Druid in the East
The daylight shattering the glass of night
Behold the mead and cake that form the feast
Behold the glorious...

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At times I relent to the reflexes
The automatic knowledge of the peripheral nerves
Deftly guiding away from pain
Innately coded protection, 
Gifted to all
That we don’t allow...

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