Jangling Poems - Poems about Jangling

... 'I think, therefore I am!' I write to bang and clang, to play with words, cast spells, wrangle and entangle readers, with thoughts dredged from memories, resonating, reverberating within selve......

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... the heat presses down like a drunk cop’s boot, metal fences shiver in the sticky Florida sun, concrete walls spit their old secrets at you, black mildew crawls across everything, like it's aliv......

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...Galore of buzzfeeding, needling and scamming female hustlers... with a scheming, loving, and enticing guise alive and well seeking gullible guys (once upon a time just like me), who experiences......

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...Here, within my dark abyss of stark silence, I hear the jangling tunes of rusted chains echo futile summer dreams like wildflower chimes in the wind, comforting my inner moon~ still bleedi......

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...Argh... the bane of daylight savings time – November 3rd 2024 Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn round about same of month every year, what a bummer, an inconvenient truth diverged......

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...The faceless name of stigma with more eyes than not go side steps and looks there, media begot Whose singing and slur with stick and with stone the backhanded harm confiding to home With ......

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... hold still … eventide - I am a capricious cad among wraiths waltzing with a mop in a Marrakesh courtyard - catching stars as they drip with waxy and wild wonder into the braids of my maudli......

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...You can always hear the jangling sound, Of the organ grinder as he makes his way around. He's out there in the rain or sun, And everyone looks and seems to have fun. He is a funny looking man......

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...Daylight Savings Time Ends – November 5th 2023 means... discombobulated, harried, and lobotomized state of body, mind, and spirit triage. Onset of dark shadows signalling edge of night occurs......

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..."Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia" Mervyn Peake Crash boom bang, I gulp at the din A buzz then became a chatter Gone cuckoo at ding dong I'm in Crash boom bang Ring, zing, jingle w......

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... “Small Addictions” bit by bit the hunger begins, the time when everyone, it would seem, is giving in to those small addictions inevitably they become your sole purp......

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...Natural Finery Gazing out the window from a coffee shop, came an image that changed the world. Like a breath of fresh air, light and refreshing, that could be immediately enjoyed in the lu......

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...the wind howls and whirls eastward of the pier's fence anchor chains jangling May has come around the thick, surrounding drizzle continues to rain under blazing sun yesterday'......

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...In the shade, I shrivel in flowering cactus crafting sloppy verse below the scraggly exhausted moon warm reverberations of love originating in the Jade Garden nerves jangling i......

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... "That Dark Place" that place where hope waits torturously in vain and strength is found cloaked in the kinder darkness it waits patiently in ......

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