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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.