Best Twist Around Poems
He used words like blameworthy, obligation, and ipso facto
It was nice meeting kin, at once distant and adjoined
at the hip, though
I wonder if his blood runs cold or hot
Do you like what you are?
Or lament what you're not?
So seldom I see
Another
And wonder if they are like me
And are bothered
And then intrigued
By the language of our thoughts
The way they twist around in knots
In senseless mess to those around
Who blink and smile without a sound
Of indication that they even understand
The tricks in all the cards laid in our hand
I take another sip
And click
To find out more, what are you?
Do I know you?
Looks as if you are content to be
That thing I know I am, yet question daily
How do you do it?
Or maybe
Maybe there's not more to it
Maybe after talks of actions and causation
After hark'ning back to Grecian rumination
Your heart begins to flutter
Red cheeks
Laughs
And then a stutter
Yes you wonder what I wonder
Maybe?
Do you peek from under
Eyes that dry, or well, in shame
At the ever-looming pain
That something
SOMETHING does not fit
Of songs and cars and clothes and jewels
We simply can't keep up
As we slowly raise our voice to ask why down is down and up is up
Or wondering if there's someone else who thinks this same way too
Who hears my words and asks if I am someone just like you.
I cant explain the happy mood
Im feeling at this time
It makes me want to somersault
And twist and twist around
I feel as if i might just fly
Feeling really light
I can't explain the happy mood
Im feeling at this time
But i hope that after reading this
You'll smile all the time...
Dancing with the devil
Like I never danced before
Doing the fiery tango
On a fire flaming floor
In the crook of his arm
Our hips pressed together
Curving me round and round
Like I'm a weightless feather
Our feet move to Milonga
While forsaken souls watch
White cheek pressed to red cheek
His breath smells of age old scotch
My foot darts between his shoes
A fancy leg twist around his calf
Capturing the heat and passion
While trying not to hysterically laugh
If I can dance to perfection
Ironically I'll get to leave
Angels give me strength
And let my soul win reprieve
For I was meant to dance
In paradise on a white cloud
Sent to hell for dancing the tango
In Heaven only waltzes are allowed
7/11/2013
Many are doing what they want to do,
Saying what they want to say.
Simply playing life's game the way,
They think it ought to be played.
Then they have the audacity,
To want God to bless them beyond,
The capacity of them handling.
But the things that God gave them,
They are simply mishandling.
Many are depending on a man,
To truly support them and He,
Can't handle it and then they,
Get angry when he tramples it.
God gives us examples to live by,
In His word but many have the nerve,
To ignore it, absorb it and twist around,
To fit their bad habits and when Satan
Comes to attack they hop around in lack
Like romping rabbits. The anointing, they
Think they have it, but they destroy God's,
Plan for their neighbor because they don't,
Want them to savor the sweetness of life.
1-26-11
Three, two, one, it's the one o'clock jump
A brand new dance for you clumsy lumps
Get up there and shake
Twist around like a snake
To show us you can still wiggle your rump
© Jack Ellison 2015
MMM....baby bring that beautiful body close.
Let me touch and lick you from your head to your toes!
Damn it woman, you taste absolutely divine!
As I taste your nectar, twist around for the 69!
I want you to inhale me, taste every inch of me.
Allow us to meld our poetry, and bring each other to ecstasy!
Swallow my load as I explode from my writing pen.
Down this carnal road, I'll take you places you've never been!
Hold me tight as my universal poetry enters your womb, via satellite!
Such a sexual appetite, you and me, on this cold winters night!!!
You know how things may pull at you and you seem to be stretched past your
limit, but you just do not seem to break? Well your like a rubber band. Forcefully
being pulled along by that individual who feels they have all the power over you.
Then they try and pull you down so they can climb over you and try and reach the
top. But little do they know that once they let you go you sling shot a level higher
than them. Your like a rubber band. They feel the only way to make themselves
better is to lower you. But once again their clueless to the fact that as long as they
feel inferior to you they are inferior to you. You will always keep the upper hand.
With a smile and a laugh you know you have made their animosity excel to levels
unbelievable. And yet your smile remains the same. Your emotions never
change and you know you still remain on top. For them the anger grows with your
happiness and their fear as well. Not physically fearing what you may do to them
but afraid of the control you have over their mind. Meanwhile their still in denial of
all the negative things that they’ve done. Trying to believe that they are just as you.
Yet you know your wrongs and your aware of your flaws. And they will never be
you. As long as they want to be, they will never be close. Your still like a rubber
band because you spring up at every chance you get. Like a rubber band; being
able to stretch and bend. Twist around every corner and still maintain your
shape. Like a rubber band. Having no feelings what so ever of the things that
surround you. Like a rubber band. ABLE TO BOUNCE RIGHT BACK.
Someone has pickled the butterflies
Which now line like lead
My black box belly,
A living dearth.
We twist around little sorrys, our
Cement-mixer minds
absorb from Telly
What we're worth.
Dry-ice autopilot turns on, as
Words fly past windows,
Staining like jelly
The slow earth.
Twist around the rim, a drunken ballerina
Of unsorts, elbow deep in catastrophic
Breakings-perfected works of fiction shatter a
Curtain call. Lasting shards of what I can't stop; it
Burrows into my flesh, becoming hybred with
Misery. I would choose such over infamy
Though difficult to resist omnipotent kiss
It's comfortable the way it is: Destroying me.
A badly broken code of strangled DNA
Foxtrots with weighty pheromones boxed in a high
And void of selfless speakings, whispers yet to say-
The music stopped some time ago to hear deep sighs
Or heartfelt hymns by the nonbelievers;
Symphonies strangled into the night, far deeper
"At Least We're Not Letting Our Pheromones Go To Waste"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
My eyes screamed as the blinding yellow light latched itself modest self upon me.
Why?
It happened so fast—so unexpectedly.
At first, my mouth watered as the taste of peppermint fermented on my tongue and the scent of jasmine danced in my thoughts. I was so happy, and I am still so happy.
But why do I lie here on the ground, drawing a sweat as I have to consciously pump air in and out of my lungs! Why do I stare at the ceilings at night thinking of nothing but those tormenting demons who scream me lullabies at night! I am so happy!
The days are blinks, and the nights linger like the smell of a rotting opossum disemboweled on the turnpike. My bed encases me, and my sheets burn my wrists and ankles as they twist around my unwilling body.
“Help me, please!” I will silently scream. “Please.”
Hours go by and my eyes burn from the salty crust forming around them. Even blinking took too much strength, for the night devours my will, my hope, my time.
So here I am. Happy. I truly am happy. But I can’t explain why the nights love me so. Maybe it’s because I might not love myself as much as they love me.
You turn an age it dawns on you
This twist you've taken, you must stop
You turn in a new direction
But by a twist of fate you flop!
If you turn that which is anchored
Then that turn becomes a twist
So now with this new twisted turn
You wonder of, what was dismissed!
Turn up, turn down, or twist around
Turns and twists are everywhere
Do you know where you might have been,
If all those twists and turns weren't there?
So twist the wheel of fate around
For your next turn, give it a spin
Which ever way that you might twist
It turns to where, it should have been!
Three, two, one, it's the one o'clock jump
A brand new dance for you clumsy lumps
Get up there and shake
Twist around like a snake
To show us you can still wiggle your rump
Leggings cuddle my thick thighs
Making me feel so contented
With the chubbiness I feel inside
When I go to try on my wardrobe
Leggings bring me to peace with myself
When I would be dishonored by jeans
They feel so soft and willing to bend
That I love them like I never could believe
Leggings caress my legs with their knits
Leaving me room to twist around and sit
Letting me know that I have the curves
To fill up my leggings with pure chubbiness
Leggings remind me just why I can feel
Assured that I still have a little sex appeal
They tighten around me just enough to reveal
The curve of my thighs and calves fascination
Leggings are the best part of my apparel
They leave me with a feeling of appreciation
Let me breathe freely and feel the open air
With a sense of self-expression alive for dancing
See this knife fly towards your head,
see this cold, ice cold bed,
now twist around,
and here the sound,
of screaming in the wind,
You know that you have sinned,
so why try to fight it,
it took so long to transmit,
these words through your,
thick head, it must be sore,
after a blow like that,
and you not wearing a hat,
or a helmet,
must have hurt, and have you met,
my little friend named Death,
once he killed this guy Seth,
I killed him,
but just on a whim,
have you been dead before,
it's quite a pleasent war,
because this hell it real,
not a make believe deal,
dude this hell is here,
and it lasts more than a year.
In the matter of space and time I lay it all on the
line as my mind starts to fray
I hold on to a shred of reality, tightly as I can,
in hopes it doesn’t all go away
I push and I pull, wrestling the darkness,
fight with all my might
Something low, something snaps, I twist around, thrown down,
holding on to what is left of my mind
Silence, utter silence, then, I can hear a low soft whistling
With a shimmer of colour and light, my mind explodes,
a thousand colours across my field of vision
With thin vapours firing out in all directions, my eyes
can’t believe the impending collision
I stagger to my feet, holding my breath and
I count slowly; one, two, three, four
With a sudden burst, my vision clear, everything
explodes, expanding evermore