Best Twangs Poems

 

"Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from an autumn tree."

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I cast a line on pond to fish.
My lure plops,
and triggers circles to radiate out
as rings of ripples emanating
from the surface deformed, disfigured
by weighted lure on the end of the line.

My line sinks from view,
slack and camouflaged
by transparency.
The pond has no lines of its own,
everything...

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These four walls mean freedom, 
From the rain, suffrage and the stains, 
Liberty from oppression and religion, 
To make other songs and trains. 

No austere twangs or cold voice, 
No dais glutes or traditional figure;
My structure has form and choice, 
In my bedroom, my configure....

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A Polite Warning. The Following poem is somewhat steamy. Not explicit, but explicit in
inference. If this sort of thing offends you, then please be considerate and don’t read
it. Thank you. 

Naked Flamenco

( A sultry summer night spent together
With ardour between us growing
She whispered, “Let me...

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Wordplay Beats Ban Adverse

In 2184 the thought-police declared war
On embellishment, feeling and emotion in literature and articles in any form.
Succinct 'plain English' was the name of their game.
Google's Knowledge Graph spewed out the answers to all possible questions, no if's and but's nor wherefore's.
All literature...

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There are a select few people who are essential to my entire well-being
Embarrassed that I haven’t thanked you for the love you gave to me
I must tackle the troubles that double in size, strength and everything
Sorry that I have obsessed with bizarre theories and thoughts...

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Clattering coins 
forcefully flung 
inside a fragmented glass jar,

doleful howls full of misery, woe
nocturnal creatures arise,

rapid rotations, 
continual tornados

tedious echos beneath 
a derelict railway tunnel,

nefarious lightning 
strikes the thunder,

rolling immensely enraged
she roars fighter jets in fury,

disturbed bees, swarming their hive
stalking, terrorising, pestering

a solo stone plunges
down...

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Las Vegas, Pigeon’s Paradise!

At the Angel Park Golf and Country Club
The pigeons sported neck scarves
Of iridescent iris, white and blue
As they hoped with expectations
Around divots in the turf,
Now filled with sand and seed
By a golfer's hand
And side-eyed morsels with 
Tilting beaks in obvious delight
Seemingly in...

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In the beginning there was logos
Said Heraclitus!
In the beginning there was word
Said the Bible!
Sticks and stones 
Or words said
The sadistic torturers of all times!
When words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain
Said Shakespeare.
Then he invented  many of his own;
From barefaced to sanctimonious.
 
Words....

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In the beginning there was logos

Said Heraclitus!

In the beginning there was word
Said the Bible!
Sticks and stones 
Or words said
The sadistic torturers of all times!
When words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain
Said Shakespeare.
Then he invented  many of his own;
From barefaced to sanctimonious.
 
Words....

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To be forever bent in a lack of better term
To lie still in darkness like a sad, blind worm
To eat your words as a form of grainy nourishment
To smell the dampness of your tempered encouragement 

It is a blessing like no other
To be speechless but...

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in sadness
i gaze upon your beautiful picture
wondering what it is like over there
with you

in laughter
i see your animated face
wondering what it feels like to feel an embrace
with you

in envy
i watch you laugh and smile
wondering who’s in the background to share this moment
with you

though these feelings...

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When you live on a farm and hear cockadoodle-doo
What do those words mean to you?

They mean pretty soon you'll hear moo,
and you'll have lots of work to do.

After a while, the horse will neigh, 
and, before you know it, you are bailing hay.

I wished that...

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In the hills of seven huts,
Where war is either a place or surname,
And dreams are translated into numbers,
And a number became a gambler's sad song,
I found God breathing through the pine trees.

Orchards in the hills shivered in winter's palms,
Golden oranges plucked for city bazaars,
A young...

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Snapped down shirts, scuffed up boots
Puffing larger than life chests
Dime-store pokes, showing colors
Peacock struts and sailor jokes
Twangs from the jukebox
Begging for two-steps
Cheap draws flowing
Cue sticks chalked and
Propped on end.
Balls on the felt waiting to roll in corners
A quick spit, one more shot of Crow
Then eyeing,...

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