Chinking Poems - Poems about Chinking

...Within an overplay of paneled oak and illumination fittingly low, set upon a table, its style baroque a lighted candle, its shimmering glow plays an unopened bottle of Bordeaux Distant soft mu......Read the rest...

...There stands my family’s horse-barn, old logs, chinking, and rustic charm, here out west it’s too dray to farm, and mountain winds do small plants harm. A ranch is what it’s always been, since......Read the rest...

...From a balcony in Ankara Exotic birds swoon Pigeons sit on roof tops Awaiting on the moon Traffic noises hum Children’s voices clash Banging pots and pans For the evening dinner rush Crock......Read the rest...

...Nylon waste is often akin to a brushed out stable, manger, or stall. But brushing the carpet is often a resemblance of a swirling cloud of dust and tobacco shards and tobacco shards are not talking c......Read the rest...

...Rhinos in a line eating hay often defecate simultaneously and with such a thud it writhes the snakes out of a hibernated slumber. But a single dotted line is neither a breadbasket overloaded and over......Read the rest...

...The sounds of the pipes and drums skirled still in my ears. I knew it was the kind of music that brought him to his knees in tears. "Sandwich?" "Sausage Roll?" Oh here we go again, that nosey little......Read the rest...

...Branches of beans wave most predominantly in stormy weather but heavily prevalent are the many climbing chimps whose antics please the spotted cloud and cause a clap in the sky. But half a cup of mil......Read the rest...

...The Grief of Gaziantep. Hotter than a Dragon’s kiss, the seas boil under saffron sun. Tiny thrumming mosquitoes zone on sweating, caramac skin, Customer entertainment...hanging from shop front......Read the rest...

...A milk bottle of combustion is a silver tongued spoon. A dragon headed fortress underground. Weaving wavering waving wandering. A teaspoon of cataclysm in giant catacombs. Dominatrix circles and whir......Read the rest...

...Strategically placed when raised Upwards By your masterful and well Practiced hand. To mingle with ever changing Skylines That frown down with arrogant Scowls Upon the indigenous populou......Read the rest...

...Chink chink chinking. Never chunky. Such exquisite curvature of a smiling glass. Legs are an undefeated objective of a marrow. And when the spider sings one must hold up a garden rake. Taking a pilla......Read the rest...

...Market Scene multi coloured beans harvest tools scrap upon stone a p......Read the rest...

...Observe the bending of tree & flower. To rages; a gale… in tempestuous hours.! Rain deep in curtain, makes interplay; Fresh night skies, await the sun in power. Morn air stirs, Lady’s chinking; brea......Read the rest...

...Verse 1: At first I saw your face and I was sold. A beautiful body with a mind made of gold. Then I saw that your personality was so in tone. And all those childish games would never follow where you......Read the rest...

...In the beautiful, quiet morning I’m disturbing that fog of silence I’m putting away the dishes Chinking glass, the shelves closing Nothing banging The sticky shelf finally opening So I’m placin......Read the rest...