Short Swing Around Poems

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How often a story ends, amen 
but embers get revived.
Just when attention shifts
and talk wanes and subsides
Up pops a little 'and then'
An off we go again.

How often 'then' marks a turnabout
A sneaky unexpected kiss
A spiel for some new deal
A U-turn or swing around
So beware and prepare
For yin yang, flips and flops
Now and then, again....

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I love the way
you swing around the flowers
& into my heart like a lonely firefly
on these gleamy nightly hours.

I love the way
your soft hands enter my trespass
by your sweet caress in a faint sigh
as cold as the dew-drenched grass.

I love the way
you cast that adorned, burning aura
that seems to leave the birds in awe
as they sing a tune to brighten their flora....

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She sorts me in parts
From one side to other.
I am symmetrical and asymmetrical.

I am closest to her brain
I swing around her freely.

I take a leap and kiss her cheeks
She tucks me back behind her ears
Adamantly, i repeat. She repeats.

I am tired
I rest on her shoulders.

I get confused and ill
She untangles me with her Clarity
She cleans me with her Sincerity.

I am hers.
I run down her neck and beyond....

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Sister Moonlight in your glass slippers 

Come dance with me amongst the stars

We'll Pirouette by both the Dippers

And do the Waltz in front of Mars

Let's Swing around each constellation 

Then Two-Step watching new stars born

We'll Hip Hop with no hesitation 

And do the Tango till the morn

Oh Sister Moonlight hear my song

Reflecting all my words of love

We can sleep in peace all day long

Then dance amongst the stars above...

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You shroud an ache in drips
of wavering replies,
Immersed in memories
of
a futile time

You think in 
twisted inflections of submersed pride,
a swirl of beliefs 
engrossed in avertable rapture
 
You swing around
a fusion of disparate passions
And dictate 
an end that scarcely counts

You call me in
to tie my soul 
And cram your sins 
inside my fractured will

You pin our welded bruises
to prickling discretion
And drive them deep
as if to hide...

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Clean uniforms all lined up
One set on each side.
Two flags- state and country-
Salute from across the field.
Swing, swing, swing again
And a thick clink,
Everything moves at once. 
The ball- outfield, second base,
First base, third,
Shortstop and then the mound.
Is he out?
You bet, tagged at first.
Good boy.
Batter up, tap tap tap on the ground,
Swing around to ready.
Swing, swing, swing again
And again and again.
That's three, my boy, you're out.
Change sides....

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