Long Twanging Poems

(alternately titled: Typical daily mindset today – 
July 17th, 2020)

The following words
mostly unredacted, nevertheless finessed
for curbed poetic/prosaic appeal
lock, stock and barrel
codify, and edify (hoopfully not mortify)
any reader unbeknownst and/or familiar
with unsteady state of yours truly,
(an...

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A glorious sunset in an opening
Never before seen.  Miles from nowhere.
Dimming iridescent sunset.
The forest shines light to the East
Eyes can't adjust to the shadows of the West.
The light of the day led to this...

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Rog the funambulist 



A paragon was Rog, heroic in the air, without airs
One of the most magnificent funambulists at ease
Whether walking a rope or flying on a trapeze,
Though he blessed the earth with no dauntless...

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I was born in a time
When the thrills of a thriller
Did move the bricks
Of the thickest of walls.

I grew in an era
When the dynasty of an empire
Did expand to farthest of lands.

I adapted to a...

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With this bass chord twanging inside of me
These cries of my heart are heard indistinctly
When close to you my heart pumps like a turbine
My body is so anxious for your body to be mine
It is...

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Howdy friend, I'm new in town.
I think I'll jot a few things down,
which, I hope, might take a frown
and turn it upside down. 
OK, now let's play a game,
to see how much we are the...

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I am...unravelling
Unravelling, unravelling, 
Like the fraying Persian rug on my cold bedroom tiles, 
Like the colourful balls of yarn in my grandmother’s knitting basket,
I am being unspooled, 
Like a faulty cassette, 
My heart strings twanging...

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We are winded and on the ropes. Backwater banjo boys
strum against us. Clouds feed upon a shoaling light.
A bad day for going out or staying in.
A time to be sleepless. We must live timidly,
or push...

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She said, “I don’t like poetry.”
“Forsooth!” said I, “Really?”

Yet you listen, hour upon breathless hour
To rhythmic verses of country whine,
Endless twanging, chaotic musical notes banging.
In the background, white noise and lustful melodies clanging.

“I don’t like...

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I recall June dreams beyond seasons' past
which bring me down lanes where old guitars  waft ;
his fingers twanging notes, our laughter screams   
   beyond seasons' past... I recall June dreams.

This...

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CONCERTED   STRUGGLE

Armed only with a thin baton to juggle
He faces an orchestrated struggle
Looks at the plan on the rostrum
Begins under breath with  patrem-nostrum 
Then  a thousand tadpoles on telephone wires
Hundreds of...

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I
To wonder where you are
To wonder where you’ll be
To wish upon a star
To have you here with me  
The wonder of the moment spent
In concentrated thought
Is witching at my crowded brain
And stretching twanging taut
Some...

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 I was in a slumber repose,
so tired-  I wanted to rest:
then, a guitar vibrating grows,
I love the twanging of my guest;
bringing feeling that I repressed !

The tune is a dreamy cajole,
an enticement and...

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I watched Shulamate dance, swirling, whirling
my intoxicated mind fast twirling.
Flame of Setif, Algieria burning
great lust deep within as I was drinking.
Legionnaire of “Sidi Bel Abbes”, bless
“Légion étrangère” with proper clean dress
Second Company, “Rien n'empêche” profess
Regimental...

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Street players dressed in poverty's finest,
beg for recognition and a few coins.
Their unique rhythm is intoxicating,
seducing me with its audacity.

Trumpets, offset by the twanging of strings,
harmonize in a release of passion.
And setting the beat of...

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