Rattle On Poems - Poems about Rattle On

...From the inside of music I looked out far The sky was cloudy, preparing for rain Sir Rattle on the Mezzo played Sir Elgar The air fumed sour like the dead champagne I went for the memories, to s......

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...“Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.” Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Waiting for the dentist’s assessment of my implant screw. I watch Dogw......

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... The streets are quiet, no waves left to break on the shores of the silent, No blood on the curb to draw the stray dogs. A stray wind blows through the darkest of alley's like you it forgets w......

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...A mottled crab scuppers its sea legs in fluorescent foam. Blue pods rattle on green tides. Bladder wrack, Mermaid’s Hair washing tangled ankles. There are voices in my open mouth, they roll ove......

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...A mottled crab scuppers its sea legs in fluorescent foam. Blue pods rattle on green tides. Bladder wrack, Mermaid’s Hair washing tangled ankles. There are voices in my open mouth, they roll ove......

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...I scratch symbols out of a matted beard. Fingertips as smooth as wave-worn pebbles rattle on an invisible shoreline, the sound is a kind of speech a language that only spume and spray understand.......

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...Clear crystals eat iron voices. The wind dies; its bones rattle on. A stealing wind moves many loose tongues, but where? "Where' is not the question but a movement, a rapport pealing fr......

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...standing playing a part apart at the party out of water fish swim together forgot that there are no balloons just arty talk the occasional sing at blue collar america elbows sharpen......

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...I first saw Snakey in my flower garden. I had moved a large rock and he was curled up under it. There were some beautiful X’s in his pattern. I did not want to know if there was a rattle on his bu......

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...It snowed last night; taking out the trash, there I am, dozing in a garden swing set deep within July. It could be another year. July in a London park lying next to her, wisps of gentleness ......

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...standing playing a part apart at the party out of water fish swim together forgot that there are no balloons just arty talk the occasional sing at blue collar america elbows sharpen......

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...In a warm bath tub, you and me, bath salts,bubbles,perfumed water, naked together, knee to knee, trickles time, faster and faster! Touch of soft skin in aqua warm, passions aflame, forest fire......

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...She is older now, so I let the small things go. She’s not wiser than she was, yet how the stories flow. I let her spin them out for the fifteenth time today. My ear grows tired of the noise and tu......

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...In the kitchen she sits on a three-legged stool. She died in the living room, her heart burst, and out flew all the skills of her hands. Now she cooks the twilight between the days, the dried fr......

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...Faces come at me as stricken as graveyard moons. The supermarket hangs heavy, laden as it is with neon anchors. The aisles are runways for empty eyes, a few sections contain searching bodies. ......

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