Long Spin a yarn Poems

Yeah, Right!


A friend of ours from years gone by - his name was Chester Colfax - though slightly strange, was still a real nice guy. 
But every tale he ever told was laced with so...

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I have known:
   of wise detectives catching crooks
   of "Thought Police" revising books
   a shipwrecked family named Robinson
   of lion, witch, and wardrobe magic
   Heathcliff's...

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Tuck into the public
private seclusion.

My aversion to inclusion
includes a stub, a tub,
a carelessly careful curation,
a velvet rope, a hint of hope,
a folding chair, softened and stickied 
by foam and frothing soda spills.

A not soundless though...

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Huge life like mockup 
rigged up to bark
dare buzzfeed outsize monstrosity
diet coke, McDonald's and meatloaf
pet banality, execrable, and misogynistic words
greets visitors at formerly named
Mosquito State Park forever known as
Donald Trump State Park.

Whom so e'er decreed...

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The Escape from the Turkish Slavery
(Ukrainian historic folk song)

There broke into the Tartar sprites,
And they captured my daughter, nice,
Marusyna, my daughter, dear,
I remained with one son in fear.
And there came others- my son was enslaved,
And...

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Still being drank all throughout whatever heat of the day.

Like the boxcar Children Daniel Boon and Nancy Drew being read to the little ones,
Credences' Have You Ever Seen the Rain, and Fleetwood Mack's Songbird, along...

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His name was John Paul Slavens, an old time buckaroo 
when he was young, he’d made a hand, knew just what to do. 
He had a soft hand with horses, he knew the ways of...

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If you’re in the mood for a tale
Please come sit with me a spell

I’ll spin a yarn of sheer delight
Concerning October’s final night

Children dress up in their suits
Parents thinking, “Oh so cute”

Cauldron stirred by a...

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He drifted into town one day.
We didn't ask his name
Or where he came from.
(Some guessed way up north.)
They called him Chico the Wino.

We didn't muse or ponder
That he was some mother's son --
Jack or Joe...

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Gather round while I spin a yarn
  'bout a young gal, grew up in a barn
With horses and cows, she had her own stall
  She loved taking care of them, most of all

She'd...

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Do footles ever fournicate?
From two come more, and soon there’s eight
The image conjured up ain’t great
Them spondees, trochees on a date

Gosh, aren’t they cute? They’re all the rage
right there in strands across the page
Cuz less...

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three vignettes in chain rhyme
alternate title:  What Love Has Won
I
By accident
with no ulterior motive...
On the trip west,
her husband succumbed to the grave;
love took her in.
       Sans sacrament
 ...

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A tailor of words; 
a weaver of muse
the wonder lies in 
the threads that I use.

Oh, ribbons of speech 
I spin into yarn.
I patch worded quilts;
with stitches I darn.

Each thread is a vein
of ink to...

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We grow up together, simple and fair
But we fawn over leaving, "Oh how life is bare!"
We think to ourselves, "One day I'll be out of here!"
Yet our ignorance spoon feeds us, into the mouth of...

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A YARN
OR
2

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A yarn, thread, cotton, wool, fibre, filament, strand, ply, cord, twine, string, and lastly a line.

I can spin a yarn, write a thread, cut a cord, sew with cotton, knit with wool, walk down...

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She is the queen of words who sits 
Serenely at her desk and contemplates 
How she can compose to show her wit 
And put an end to their debates,
With all the tales she relates.

There was...

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Those stealers of hearts;
Untrue were some within the waltz,
Wishful toes so carefully stepped on.
So many a fair maiden dipped in deceit.

Twirling their dreams into dizzy confusion,
As they spin a yarn so sweetly in ear.
Those fleeting...

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Midnight comes and I'm lying in my bed wide awake due to 
Anxious thoughts of what will happen tomorrow at the
Staff Christmas party. No doubt the alcohol will flow leading to
Questionable decisions made by myself...

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Got my eo-eo working
It just don't work on you
When you see me coming
You see my eo-eo too

Got my eo-eo working
I'll bring it to your party
Maybe we can spin the time
Spin a yarn or two

Got my...

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The optimist said that fifty years is half your life,
but the audience surely knows
that men don't live much longer than
the heyday of their town's proud factory
or the life span of an empire in the modern...

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Browsing through my photo file
Gazing upon your face 
My thoughts travelling to the past
Your pain through illness
The time we spent together during
How close we have become
As trees bloomed
Our love blossomed too

How could you?
Spin this yarn...

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The Midwife
Written: by Tom Wright
2006 

The mind is the midwife that delivers
each thought of man when bidden.
The man who says he's nothing to hide
is the man with it previously hidden?

The greater hurt lies in what...

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