Best Tinkling Poems

In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity,...

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Do not vainly look in those remote
Places,
That, once, were acquainted with a 
Small part of me;         ...

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There’s an old river course with beginning and end,
now the river runs straight without this river bend,
where the water is still and the reeds do...

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"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief"
                 ...

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Seduce me in Black and White
You reach toward my face
and touch my lips
Tracing the slightly raised pink curve of them
gently - lightly - before
the urge...

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a gentle breeze
   tinkling wind chimes
   her voice

   reflected
   within her eyes
   the sky

 ...

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O glorious Autumn of melancholic 
Gold -
All abouts the brightly lit
Woodlands
Your wonderful artistry behold!
Tinted bronzes,
Darting between awkward firs
Of sobering Evergreen,
Loiter inside mauve havens
Splashed with palest...

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grandma pours me tea
we talk late into the night 
moon covered by clouds

paint peels from windows
as grandpa rocks in his chair
cigar smoke rises

zephyr wind blowing
shells...

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 WHO WAS SHE

I intuited the radiance before
I even laid eyes on her
Moving with a self-assured poise
that came from deep within
was a quintessence of a...

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A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle...

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(Inspired by dance steps from a belly dancing class I once took!)

She rolls her pretty head from side to side
while, raised above her face, are...

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She said, if I correctly recall,                  
That, for...

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My coffee, my house,
   cinnamon and hint of clove
      in a full bodied french roast...
 acrid, bitter, pungent...

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FOREVER LOVE

 Margie........my one and only........Margie

 love's music echoes timeless
 spring fed      it flows forever

 Pop would get up early,...

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The lightly touching tinkling bells,
Shimm'ring, babbling, laughing in the breeze,
The ever-merry tapping bells,
Who now has these?

Low, slow, iron bells;
Deep, still, lead bells.
Bells.  Bells. ...

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