Long Tinging Poems

Small Summer Cabins for Rent on Lovegrove Lake
				by Barbara C. Agarwal


I left my chance when
A chance I did not take
When I saw you long, long ago
At Lovegrove Lake.

Do you remember per chance also,
Me perched on...

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Then Thisbe stole forth as agreed upon
Unobserved her head covered with a veil
Out of city’s bounds edifice well known
Waited for Pyramus near a fountain trail.
In the dim light she descried a lioness
Nearing the fountain with...

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On the streets of Kamora,
	a man sits at the Fountain of Angels,
	eying the days offerings
	which lie at the bottom
	of the tepid water.
The man remembers when he was 
	one of the click clacking masses,
	on their way...

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Playing my guitar
playing Christmas songs
songs that echo from my childhood
songs of memories made
made in fantasies
made in dreams
dreams built from flavors
dreams built from stories
stories family told
stories in favorite books
books given to me by family
books given to...

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Global warming's changing our world,
as deserts increase, farmland shrinks.
And ancient glaciers have no ice, 
the sea's dying and the air stinks.

Weather upheavals forecast gloom,
as rivers flood altered courses.
And torrential rains drench the earth,
a shift in...

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Stunning scenery in surrounding twilight 
lists lissomly, touching corners of my mind,
bringing promises of the forthcoming night
with billowing breezes, of the serene kind.

In muffled silence, smitten by its splendor, 
the Composer's tempo sets our feelings...

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At night I like to listen to the stars
They are like millions of tinging pieces
Their sound beautifully formulated
I listen to their sound enhanced thesis

Ping a ting a ling all around the air
A lofty feel they...

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How do I write my love in poetry?
Spin it around a needle’s company
I succumb to the wishes that’s displayed
Straight into my heart, a bed that is made

Words that focus not on the worldly things
Making love...

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We peek from ‘neath a January frost
Through windows tightly shut against its chill
Count a mitten and a hat among the lost
And carry on by simple force of will

The glint of light grows longer every day
As...

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I daringly dip my fickle fingers 
into a lagoon of supernovas 
to discover a decaying dwarf star 
tinging my palms with dead red radiance 

The tips of my fickle fingers 
slip further, I lose my...

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The sun rises on the distant horizon
Sending rays through gray clouds
Tinging them to a somber cobalt
Waiting to shine red and proud

The sound waves vibrate from crickets
As they rub their hind legs
They have double-fold in numbers
Spread...

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