Short Tongs Poems
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A Pentecostal writer of songs
Quit a waitress job she thought was wrong.
At the bar, sings and plays
‘Bout her wild salad days.
See, back then, she was speaking in tongs.
Coal-smoke on summer air –
the leather apron’d smith,
a donkey to be shod –
what tribal memory burned,
forged into DNA?
Forged into DNA
by forebears of hammer
and tongs – there’s nothing like
metal against metal
to give meter to song.
Poet and saint Dunstan was great, pushed in a cesspool.'
He arose.' He survived he was no fool.' Archbishop He would be'
Counsel to Kings. Often gave he! humble yet strong he
Ordered lexicons studied songs, grabbed Satan's nose; with
Hot tongs.' From his cell of five feet by three.' He moved
On to Cantebury.'
This lost light,
lost is not...
must be in some
corner of the universe,
without being able to show off...
We need to search it,
snatch it with tongs
patience,
with stoic hope
we need to rescue her,
even if it is asleep
at the bottom of the deepest pit... !
Cave ne cadas... !
We should never desist.. !
I laid down my long schlong
On a table full of kong dongs
The judges had short tongs
To flip the dongs flop
the men and women on song
You wouldn't guess who won?
God, Tom, John, Cock?
No, you are so wrong
It was not my long schlong
Or Johns God throbbing Cock
It was Moscow and Washington
Two Absolute blue whale dongs
Throbbing all the way to the third war
pull out all the stops
keep your shoulder to the wheel
go the extra mile
bust your chops sweat blood
work your fingers to the bone
bend over backwards
go to great lengths put
your heart and soul into it
and work like a dog
go at it hammer
and tongs roll up your sleeves do
the heavy lifting
put your nose to the
grindstone put in the hours
break your back
A cutaneous drip.
The young moon drinks the dew
unbuttoning a rose.
A fierce wind rubs
against the golden triangle
to invite a violet sting.
Eyes armed with green thumbs
go for a swim in rage.
The lake unloosens a blood moon.
No inscense will rise
from the tomb of a lover,
unless he dies with a style.
Crossing the gray lines,
I will not take your lips;
paralyzing the silver tongs.
Satish Verma
Lips touch
Only ours
Venture pastures new
Enamoured with your presence
Re-birth of my sexuality
Lies can now be avoided
In hopes of better things
Kiss your ears, your cheeks
Emotions flying
Not fighting my feelings anymore
Our tongs touch
Optimism for the future
Trusting to new hope
Hard to be honest , but it will be
Enough to promote my
Reality, that my lover is female.
Elizabeth alexander 23/2 2016
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