Long Twisters Poems
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Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
In his tongue.
Whose tongue?
Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
What, with my tongue in your tail?
Nay, come again, Good Kate;
I am a gentleman.
—William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
(exchange between Petruchio and Katherine)
Love looks like blue skies, nay.
Today is the tango of sister twisters.
Innuendos don’t behave. They slave
over the mountains and valleys.
Twines of a forked tongue, devilishly
misbehaving, drunken in delight.
Good Kate, is she kind, his kind of date?
Will she satisfy his intellect, his loins?
Is he a gentleman, this Shakespeare?
Is his lady worthy of remarkable taste?
Petruchio, with his yellow jacket,
prepared to sting, with lover’s words.
Katherine’s falling into the Venus fly trap
as she plays along, bidding farewell.
Petruchio draws her back in
wagging his tail and tongue.
These heavy boots filled by Taylor and Burton
acting in real time and on the silver-tongued screen.
If the ballroom could produce such a tango as this,
Shakespeare himself would rise and erupt in applause.
A & S
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Absolute amorousness to abrasive absinthe.
Alteration amplified!
Abrupt?
Absolutely!
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sentimental sanctuary serenades
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sapphire saint.
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sacrificial saga showers
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shadowy signature shape.
Jared Pickett
10/15/09
Make sure you do not need the toilet before stepping into a lift.
If you drop something pick it up before a packrat or a magpie sees it.
A good book is always worth having when in a waiting room,
Waiting for a bus or train,
Or outside a clothes shop waiting for a partner or friend,
To finish trying on everything in the shop.
Learn animal sign language,
For early warning of Earthquakes, floods and twisters.
Make a list of everything you give for free to the charity shop,
So you do not end up buying some or all of the items back.
Be prepared to make a run for it if you hear the words,
"Is this of any use to you".
Check potential partners for signs of hoarding.
When you child says but Dad,
Always best to stop what you are doing,
As chances are you are about to make a dumb mistake,
That can be used against you for years.
Always have a pencil in your pen drawer,
As finding a pen that works,
When you need one is never a given.
Planning a trip ahead of time,
Leaves more hair on your head.
The sun smiles, the moon waxes and wanes
The stars twinkle when they come out at night
Winds blow, gust, shirt, swirl, pick up and die down
Tornadoes are twisters and hurricanes have eyes
When the sun shines on us, that's good fortune
She hides her face, we take it on the chin
It rains on our parade, or we get snowed under
Hurricane-force winds can tear whole towns asunder
Earth's cracks and crevices widen, innocents consumed
Lightning can strike us -- electrocution
Tsunamis wash ashore -- total dissolution
Twisters touch ground -- destruction, destitution
Nature is oft delightful, capricious, full of fanciful whims
Yet the havoc she can wreak is devastatingly grim
I do not in opposition lie,
To those who ponder how and why.
For clearly one must contemplate,
The world in which we operate.
The facts of human history.
Retold in shrouded mystery.
Create a woven web of deceit.
Causing man’s folly to repeat.
Blinders of hatred move the masses.
Seeing only half empty glasses.
Spinners of narratives all gory,
Create a false national story.
Wisdom a voice which only whispers.
Drowned from noise of whirling twisters.
Howling voices of false choices.
Hell’s grand chorus now rejoices.
Man’s mind a powerful weapon,
But ever prone to deception.
It must be trained in the Light,
For it to discern wrong from right.
When we were young we went to the fair
With our brothers and our sisters
We tilted on the Tilt-a-Whirl
And we twisted on the Twisters
We bulleted on the Bullet
And quite dizzy we would feel
But my stomach always turned and turned
When I rode that Ferris Wheel
We'd go to get some eats
Some pizza or spare ribs
They were always so darn good
We'd go back for second dibs
Candy apples with coconut
Were always fun to eat
And so was cotton candy
But they both were very sweet
We played the fifty-fifty
And we raffled for the car
We drank beer under the tents
And we ate clams at the bar
The spinning wheels were fun to play
But they were hard to win
Victor the bear was tough to wrestle
But someone beat him with a pin
Monsignor Wilus ran the show
And he was usually there
So thanks to him He brought us all
The good ole Iselin fair
Periodically, I'm called upon to be the lay leader for the Sunday service.
'Tis an honor, but tho' I've done it often, I'm still somewhat nervous!
Seems each time I'm tapped by the Pastor for this vital role,
She selects Scripture with names that off my tongue don't easily roll!
Oh, I can handle announcing hymns and the collection with no angst at all.
The Prayer of Confession and Responsive Call to Worship are an easy call.
I ain't no Billy Graham or John Wesley and ain't schooled in such things,
But I manage to muddle thro' such passages with the message that it brings!
I'm comfortable rattling off simple names like Matthew, John and James,
And Peter, Judas, Thomas, Andrew and Philip, the more common names.
But Lord have mercy! Spare me names like Akkub, Kelita and Maaseiah,
Shabbethai, Jozabad, Pelaiah, Hodiah, Azariah, Sherebiah and Nehemiah!
I can easily elide over names like Moses, Jesus, Ezra, Adam and Daniel,
And such tags as Jonah, Ruth, Mary, Samson and the Prophet Samuel!
But tongue-twisters like Elimelech, Amminadab and a lady name Peninnah,
Leave me sputtering and blubbering (and I almost forgot a guy called Elkanah!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
So miserable in my wretchedness
I was reached out by God with His mercy
When He offered His precious love’s graciousness
Paid by His blood of divine clemency.
For me to possess life everlasting
Christ sacrificed Himself, tasting death’s gloom
He ransomed my soul; real freedom, granting
Against condemnation-pangs of hell’s doom.
The Lord sought me thru His forgiveness-might
Unshackling my heart from guilt-angst fetters
By His Word that prevails with His truth’s light
He secures my spirit midst sin-twisters.
Such is indeed beautiful mystery
Wrought by God for my faith-blessed victory!*
*1John 5:4 For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith.
August 18, 2018
5th place, "What Your Poem Needs Now, Is Love, Sweet Love" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner; judged on 10/9/2018.
Tropical Storm Debby churns along,
The wind and rain belting out her song.
Gulf Coast residents hunker down,
As Debby slowly comes to town.
Her fury like a woman scorned,
She'll fight dirty so be forewarned.
She's no lady, this I know,
Her temper tantrum tells me so.
Spitting out hail and pelting rain,
Her antics causing people pain.
Twisters form and then touch down,
Spreading destruction all around.
Giant swells eat up the beaches,
Seagulls make their lonely screeches.
Lightning flashes from sky to ground,
Thunder reverberating in menacing sound.
Debby, Debby go away!
We don't want you to stay.
Our house insurance is high enough,
Without you adding all your stuff.
6/25/12
It was minty fresh spring and all undulating, grassy hills turned green.
Flowers emerged in sweetest perfumes, crowned like beauty queens.
It was audacious, ancient April, the month of melodious, ample rain;
Of changes here and anywhere, of bold tapping on the windowpane!
Lime green dazzled in rich orchard, as fern green graced wild wood.
Little Kayla loved vivid, peach sunshine, the kind that makes life good.
All had witnessed the fall of the sun, on cherry sunset, night of nights.
Later Kayla dreamt of friends coming; like rare purple martin in sight!
When winter's ferocious fling ended, forlorn snowman waved goodbye.
Then family came in stylish finery, in flip moments of fuchsia butterfly.
Kayla lived in the house of sunlit greenery, with plants in every room;
As dying sun pledges soon returning colors-laughter from the tomb.
In sanguine Mother's scarlet gardens, Kayla played with all her sisters;
On the street of songbird scat, of windblown leaves, like hued twisters.
Neighbors' porch lights burned all night, under the full moon of nectar;
And nightingale songs entered dreams, of the sunny noon of pleasure.
'Gold of Kinabalu' orchids shone with wealth, in days of fancy flowers;
As 'black velvet petunias owned the night, after the butterfly encounters.
'Limelight hydrangeas' reveled in stardom, as 'love in a puff' went poof;
And chocolate daisies were sinfully sweet, like the invulnerability of truth.
Loving apricot sun the way she did, Kayla disliked drenching, silvery rain;
So, when it showered after school one day, she dashed down Lilac Lane!
She found a refuge, cool and dry, underneath wide, Ada Robinson Bridge;
And she waited for a whole hour, then walked home, past blueberry ridge.
Rich green was the lush grass, covered in precious pearls, which sparkled;
For marigold sun was out once more, lovely as noon eclipse, that darkled.
Mulberry trees dripped spring diamonds, as pretty nature flaunted wealth;
When blue dragonflies were roaring, and pink butterflies drank to health.
Fervent sun shone on the wet roof of Kayla's home, reminiscent of old gold,
Just as a sole sighting is more lovely, than all the stories one has been told!
'Rain on the green grass,
Rain on the tree,
Rain on the housetop,
But not on me.'