Long Crinkles Poems

The heavens shimmer 
as billowy linen-white gossamer clouds slip away, as soft blossoms open for the sun.

Mystical wings of Eden brush sunset colors; 
caress the rose petal; touch the lustrous cream bisque glossed onto an...

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So at 47 I have arrived.
A position most disconcerting,
Troubling? Nay,
Downright disturbing!
A blatant assault.!
An ego in default.
Should have steered left, 
Perhaps joined a cult.

Having settled back into the lap,
Of my original birth sack,
I am anything but...

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As I walked holding my overnight bag,
towards the steam locomotive,
the air in the hot night so sultry and steamy,
my clothes clung to me as I boarded,
the train steward showed me
to my cabin which had a...

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SILENCE, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel's poem: Silence by T. Wignesan


The silence PRIOR to silence
	Silence anterior to the ineffable SYLLABLE where silence is born where it’s accomplished in advance
	PERCEPTIBLE syllable distanced by far from pure silence...

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Somewhere out there in the world

There was a girl, No! strike that—a woman.

He saw as a girl, but knew as a woman.

And loved her only like a man, only a real man can.

A full grown...

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The water like a rumpled sheet
Curled limpless at my feet
And then unrumpled on the sand
Cast its lassitude and moan
Audibly pulling slips of water above a golden knee
The sands' clean belly dissatisfied
Make naked now the barren...

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Hopalong was a frog
Who dreamed of a better life
Dreaming of a kiss from a princess
Who he could take for a wife
 
Now, dreams don’t often come true
But this was his lucky day
It just so happened...

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The parched sycamore leaf
Walked across the patio
Past the portal of my dwelling

The alder slab was immobilized
By a decorative door stopper
Arranged to let the warm
November day work its way in

I snapped out of the life I...

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Isolated by a quietly devouring madness she sits,
Curled into a foetal huddle in the wreckage of an unmade bed
Her knees jacked up to her chin, her eyes shut - translucent battened hatches
 Her lips parted,...

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Meeting my homegirls Wilma Neels
and Kim Van Breda with shrieks and squeals
hasty introductions and we're on our way
for a night of reading at Poetry Café

We've Yasmin to thank for arranging the meet
with fellow Soupers, a...

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Inside familiar folds of my hanging apron
I encounter a blinkless miniature figurine
Glossy, posable, plastic as a Lego creation
Loyal component of kitchen enforces routine 

Breakfast allures with buttery muffins toasted
Lunch- a- lot predicts sandwich towers teetering
Dinner...

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Autumn's Wink at Winter

Stares at the glit of a harvested moon,
felicitous sways northernly...

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Hooming in the near lorizon, 
another girthday makes me bloomy
The yays, the dears are massing paster!
I am diserablly mepressed, and in a date of great sistress!
Age, you may agree, is rot for nissies!

More crinkles fill...

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My contract with wrinkles is a history carved.
I acknowledge how swiftly I’ve outwardly aged.
Best and the worst, suddenly a future now halved
Strokes in a map book, each travelled page after page.

Unlike lines on the palm,...

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I hate the way you run

I hate the way you cry
I hate what you’ve become
So quiet and so shy


I hate the way you speak
Especially when you don’t
It makes you seem so weak
So tell me why...

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You were in a hurry to depart,
So in haste of departure,
You have left behind the beams of your touch,
The angles of your gaze,
And candles of your phalanges.
Beneath the pillow there lay
Some broken golden breaths,
Dreams of...

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Sent to grateful receivers, tied tissue paper package
Thinnest high pitched crinkles subdue outside sound
Drama sits by desire's side, scrunched ball wreckage 

Item shines silent where tempting excitement's found
Picked up then turned in tunnel light, trim...

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He saw it in my eye's,

a little sprinkle
from the pines-

little crinkles in the vines, 

what a pencil
drawing up signs,

nobody else could see have seen me at that time.


It was time for revolution,

people acting so fine,

but...

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In my mind
Seeing you was the perfect form of communication.
To watch the expression of depth.
Every wrinkle that crinkles the side of your nose.
The sentiment grown from standing so close.
Eyes grown in anticipation.
Every depth expressed.
Explored until...

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The clockwise closure of the lock,
the casual yet floral frock,
the charming cinematic pose,
the way she crinkles up her nose,
at cigarettes and cheap perfume,
I know she's waiting in  my  room.

I wonder if she hears...

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I wear my wrinkles proudly.
In fact, they aren’t so bad.
They show I’m used to laughing
and I’m hardly ever sad!
These crinkles in the corners
of my sparkling eyes of green
reveal an inner child
who’s as sprightly as a...

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Crinkles around eyes and smile on my face,
attempting to hide the scars of my soul,
look toward the skies, praying for God’s grace.

Of wabi-sabi stains, remains no trace,
as friends and foes, my countenance extol;
crinkles around eyes...

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Was tired of my wrinkles
and crinkles around my eyes,
the ones around my mouth
and my forehead on my face,
and couldn't afford the real thing
so thought I'd use 
some clear duct tape,
applying it around my
mouth, forehead and...

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I can close my eyes, and see
Her gentle, weathered face, 
Hair pulled back into a wispy bun
Grey around the temples, crinkles around the eyes
A bibbed apron, fastened with two safety pins 
To the top of...

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Last fire before summer
Come snuggle in close
Lay your head on my lap
While I play with your hair
Tell me of how your day went
Your hopes and your dreams
While we ponder on forever
And what life really means

All...

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