Short Twang Poems

vibrating echoes
fret sliding glass thrumming twang
pillow muted fade...

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Flutes melody doesn’t twang
A favorite of Wolfgang
Played throughout the land
Big part of the band
Oomp paw roottity toot bang

By Robb A. Kopp...

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Air Guitar

I was trying to tune my Air Guitar,
When the G string snapped and twang.
Worse than that my Amp blew up,
and went with one hell of a bang....

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An Apache hid out in Dragoon
Was revealed by the sight of his moon
In Judge Roy Bean's twang
Came, "By God, you'll hang!
You caused Lily Langtry to swoon!"...

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For the Idol I sang
with a screech and a twang
caused by a cold in my throat
well I passed the audition
but I cured the condition
now they tell me I can't sing a note!...

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Wondered Which Way Choir Sang

We wondered which way choir sang;
Was certain way about their twang;
Would improve;
In the grove;
Became better and down house brang.

Jim Horn...

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Back in the blues funk; a lone acoustic, round top guitar sings.
The whining-twang-between-stanzas, slide-notes on lightly bent strings.
Fingers hammer out the timing on an, ebony fretboard....

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There once was a young man from Barrow
   While shooting with his bow and arrow
   The arrow went twang
   Like a boomerang
   And damaged his little cock sparrow.


        4/ 27/ 2015....

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Twang and Gang

Heard them saying  ding then dong  and dang,
Which would sound like some Southern twang;
And hang of it,
Did start to git;
While here did much hailing to the whole gang.

Jim Horn...

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Ding Dong,
jingle,
twang,
Boom Boom,
Whooom,
Tring,
with a sting,
thud thud,
peeen,
he was keen,
just on these sounds,
they trained his brain,
alerted it full,
he knew it came from his toys,
it was how,
he grew from a toddler to boy....

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Rich chocolate 'pon my thin lips.
On taste buds twang sits
Minute; lifetime on big hips.
Now clothes don't fit

To a diet must commit
Carrots celery dip
Peanut chocolate dip permit
My pants can now zip

Having bigger problem now than ever....Ha!!LOL...

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Remember when, 'way back then'
Our flag we flew -- to cheers, not boos

Old Glory, all saluted
No one taunted, no one hooted

'Star-Spangled Banner' folks sang
Off-key, tear-stained twang
     
We believed every word
Deep yearnings stirred...

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Cash, Willie, Cline, and a
Coal Miner’s daughter sang
Classics with "Dolly" twang.
Crossover Taylor Swift,
Conway with Twitty wit,
Clint Black, Garth, Strait, McGraw,
Carrie, Blake: Love them all!

Oct. 14, 2020
for Joseph May's Pleiades 2 Poetry Contest...

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I’m more New York than Nashville
I’m more classic than cowgirl chic
more rock n roll than country twang
not much for fishing down by the creek
I like being in the city
not a cabin on a country mile
that doesn't mean I
don't like cowboys
every once in awhile...

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I married a woman of five foot six 
A country twang from back in the sticks
As sweet as sugar and yummy as pie
She's the delicious apple of my eye
She makes me dance and makes me sing
She's got to be the sweetest thing


Rockman

Written for the contest poem by Francine Roberts...

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Ghosts on a trampoline jumping with a zing and a zang.
I watch them parading with a clang, clang, clang.
A grotesque goblin greets a gremlin gang.
Beloved belfry bats bang bells with a bang.
It’s a Halloween picnic for Hecliff the Hang.
A monster who talks us all up in a Tenessee twang....

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Twang toot Fing Foo
Jingle jingle rattle boo
Tiger Tiger splash, squish
Skycrapper’s crashing swish
Wretched retches snorting  snuck
Timtimbuctoo’s belching buck
Whoosh whoosh Winnie Treetree murmur
Croaking frogie's hiss hiss charmer
Punipuni giggles growling grunt 
Oink oink  words' trilling witchhunt...

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Summer Motion beneath the stars 
Comes to our town on July Fourth
Rock music by forgotten music czars,
Summer Motion beneath the stars
The heavy twang of electric guitars,
Old hits and loud fireworks go forth
Summer Motion beneath the stars,
Comes to our town on July Fourth. 

Written July 9, 2022...

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Rich chocolate 'pon my thin lips.
On taste buds twang sits
Minute; lifetime on big hips.
Now clothes don't fit

To a diet must commit
Carrots celery dip
Peanut chocolate dip permit
My pants can now zip


Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: The 7/5 Trochee Poetry Contest



using choc lit as pronunciation
Celery pronounced cel ry...

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belong to Jesus gang
you could tell by way we sang
with a Southern twang
down whole church He brang
with Him danced and swang
around with liked to hang
gave me a mustang
heard bells when they rang

learning how to add
after my math had been bad
became a new fad

was another drone
causing us to moan and groan
should leave us alone...

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Right what you did wrong
Say “I am sorry” to someone
Or make amends
Whatever it is my friend
Let there be no regrets
If you feel a twang in your spirit
That you have done somebody wrong
Make it right right away
That is the Holy Spirit telling you
By your uncomfortable feeling
Don’t ignore it
Your action may be causing somebody to agonize
Stumble
Don’t let it be you...

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His voice, commanding attention
Deep and loud, raspy around the edges
Slight twang, powerful, engaging
I raised my eyebrows

My attention was arrested
Social media, topic of conversation
Idiotic people skills, his point of view
I stood up and grinned

Amused, I surely was,
Fingers talking, rubbish content,he rasped
Just like silicon boobs
I burst into laughter...

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on a wooden floor
between heaven and earth
doin the electric slide
givin it all we're worth

steel guitars and country twang
cowboy hats and a longneck night
boots sliding smooth or tapping in time 
cowgirls step high and right in line

dancing late in the moon's light
no work tomorrow, it's Saturday night
come on baby, just one more dance
cowboy up, let's do another...

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Fado 
What do we do with Fado, this guitar sound and 
guttural Portuguese voice that has a twang of
Arabia in its heart and is pure poesy.

Life, loss longing and the finality of death, is in 
songs that celebrate love’s unbearable sweetness, 
our tragedy and the unobtainable.  

Yes, sing me a Fado, let me hear the guitar and
I will close my eyes float in a sea of melancholy
and remember you....

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She stood to read her poem,
we waited . . .

As she began,
words she had strung together 
became the strings of the violin
the lilting notes of the flute
twang of the harp
heart throb of the cello
resonance of the drum.

The music of her words
washed over me
like the melody of rainfall
in the fragrance of spring.

I was entranced,
lulled
by the sound
of her words.

Oh, what music,
the words....

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