Short Talc Poems

Somersault, flips and swings like an oar
Cup of salt, flings and stings on floor
Powder of talc, smoothens all
Slides and glides over all
Skip, stretch, turn or twist
Huff, puff like whist
Heart and soul
Fly high
Hop...

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99% pure quartz.
Finest white 
Talc like
Sand beach in the world.
Sunshine’s rays
Rebound 
To clear 
Blue
Cotton 
Puffy
Clouds
Hanging sky.
Pristine see through
Gulf Sea.
Underwater wonder life
Fishes
Seashells,
My wife and me.
Paradise coastline,
A day in Siesta Key....

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It's not that we despise you,
the case of colour doesn't arise, you
being black doesn't matter...
It's just that the customer's idle chatter
insinuates the good name of our honest pub
will take the blame for your darker taint - 
Don't get me wrong talc or face paint,
Would eradicate
misunderstanding....

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I rise up
Off the chaise lounge,
And greet the garden....

The tiger Lily’s 
Are orange freckled faces 
Soft as talc,
The morning dewdrops pose 
Expanding like a ballerinas tutu.

Now I pause 
To watch the roving buck 
Pass through......like a 
sentient being 
The antlers are miniature trees reaching
to the sky,

Silent, he is the guardian of the 
Countryside 
In midsummer....

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It comes once a year,
A time most looked forward to,
Decorations hung up lights on the tree,
Time to send children to bed,
Santa is due at any time.

Talc footsteps lead to the tree,
Presents underneath,
Mince pie and carrots on a plate, milk in a glass,
It bedtime for the adults now.

Morning comes all to soon,
Been woken with "he's been he's been",
Bleary eyed up you get,
Its Christmas morn....

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I will be with you until the end of our lives, 
when we are old and grey and covered in hives,

We will share a cup for our dentures, 
and go on day out adventures,

Holding hands in the street, 
rubbing talc in each other's feet,

We’ll count each other's varicose veins, 
and then we'll go for a walk, 
with our matching simmer frames,

Oh what a life it will be, 
the things that make us happy, 
are what make you and me....

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potpourri of wreaths 
   splatter night rhinestones with aisles 
      of gold cashmere talc,
         stairways of herons ascend
   *        sky flooding autumn light bulbs 

                            

          heaven drips of earth's 
             elegance, drops of fern boughs
                 collect hands calmly
                    chiming psalms of  fall's remains  *
                        a mantle bathed by wet stars 






(c)Contest of Brian Strand...

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