Best Twanging Poems

I was born in a time
When the thrills of a thriller
Did move the bricks
Of the thickest of walls.

I grew in an era
When the dynasty of an empire
Did expand to farthest of lands.

I adapted to a phenomenon
When the existence of a legend
Did drown the fame of...

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Paul met John twanging banjo, singing a medley
Awed at what he heard playing by The Quarrymen
Five became four struggling to reach a destiny
Boarding a plane on an eternal trip since then...

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Street players dressed in poverty's finest,
beg for recognition and a few coins.
Their unique rhythm is intoxicating,
seducing me with its audacity.

Trumpets, offset by the twanging of strings,
harmonize in a release of passion.
And setting the beat of their homespun jazz,
youthful bravado sets the night on fire.

Revelry and...

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Rog the funambulist 



A paragon was Rog, heroic in the air, without airs
One of the most magnificent funambulists at ease
Whether walking a rope or flying on a trapeze,
Though he blessed the earth with no dauntless heirs.

None could ever hope to meet his burly like again.
How...

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A glorious sunset in an opening
Never before seen.  Miles from nowhere.
Dimming iridescent sunset.
The forest shines light to the East
Eyes can't adjust to the shadows of the West.
The light of the day led to this throne
Breaking trails though walls of green
Opening like a curtain ...

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CONCERTED   STRUGGLE

Armed only with a thin baton to juggle
He faces an orchestrated struggle
Looks at the plan on the rostrum
Begins under breath with  patrem-nostrum 
Then  a thousand tadpoles on telephone wires
Hundreds of blackbirds on barred barriers
Dozens of clothes-pegs on washing lines
He lunges...

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I recall June dreams beyond seasons' past
which bring me down lanes where old guitars  waft ;
his fingers twanging notes, our laughter screams   
   beyond seasons' past... I recall June dreams.

This man I adore as  God’s prized token,
grunts at fairy...

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(alternately titled: Typical daily mindset today – 
July 17th, 2020)

The following words
mostly unredacted, nevertheless finessed
for curbed poetic/prosaic appeal
lock, stock and barrel
codify, and edify (hoopfully not mortify)
any reader unbeknownst and/or familiar
with unsteady state of yours truly,
(an ordinary garden variety generic guy)

who ofttimes expresses suicidal ideations
merely freed...

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With this bass chord twanging inside of me
These cries of my heart are heard indistinctly
When close to you my heart pumps like a turbine
My body is so anxious for your body to be mine
It is just like a man and the woman
Searching for love when...

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I am...unravelling
Unravelling, unravelling, 
Like the fraying Persian rug on my cold bedroom tiles, 
Like the colourful balls of yarn in my grandmother’s knitting basket,
I am being unspooled, 
Like a faulty cassette, 
My heart strings twanging and snapping as they unwind
I am falling to pieces,
Imploding, collapsing,...

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Joyful frog sat on the rock and bellowed his happy song.
His banjo twanging a rhythm that was totally strong.
Isn’t that part of a human? Isn’t it kind of wrong?
Asked a hippie-like toad who was lighting up a bong.

It might have been part of a human...

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I watched Shulamate dance, swirling, whirling
my intoxicated mind fast twirling.
Flame of Setif, Algieria burning
great lust deep within as I was drinking.
Legionnaire of “Sidi Bel Abbes”, bless
“Légion étrangère” with proper clean dress
Second Company, “Rien n'empêche” profess
Regimental sign: “ Nothing Prevents” yes
Music played poor ears with twanging...

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I sat outside the saloon on a bench
just watching the rain muddy the dirt street.
I was in for wet feet or a long wait.
I played my Jew’s Harp with a twanging beat. 

My horse waited across the muddy road
tethered in front of Slates Emporium’s Stores
where...

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 I was in a slumber repose,
so tired-  I wanted to rest:
then, a guitar vibrating grows,
I love the twanging of my guest;
bringing feeling that I repressed !

The tune is a dreamy cajole,
an enticement and seduction:
the music speaks love to my soul,
I sigh for my...

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I
To wonder where you are
To wonder where you’ll be
To wish upon a star
To have you here with me  
The wonder of the moment spent
In concentrated thought
Is witching at my crowded brain
And stretching twanging taut
Some things are as they are
Some things are meant to be
That...

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