Short Twinges Poems
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Tingles, Twinges, Creaks
signs that don't need to speak
of time's effect on our physiques
Tingles, Twinges, Creaks...
Swab
inside
my nose
presses, swirls. Twinges,
twitches, runs like it’s bleeding.
I wait in lobby, till rest home screener
smiles. “Negative! Good to go!”
Grandmother, I only
do this
for
you!
La Difference
Perceiving and sensing
all those worldly objects
grass seeds and mountains
far-off quasars
and twinges of pain..
Let's pause..
Yet..for a moment know
all are vibrations..
all are appearing
within and made of
What you are...
Viva la Difference...!
Some days are up, others are down
Little setbacks wear a big frown
Every ache or pain, magnified
Tingles and twinges our battle cries
Offered a plethora of seminars
Telling us 'bout how lucky we are
To benefit from sophisticated financial planning
~ Though we spend all our money on MRI scanning
Delving deep beloved soul
Thoughts twisting and turning
Mind racing and beating heart
Tingle twinges catch the breath
So many beats do skip
So many nerves they jump
So many churning moments
So many exciting quivers
Love turns control upside down
Love turns emotions high
Love turns breath to sigh
Love turns a life so willing
Love is all
Love is
Love
Form:
rock the boat -
don’t mind the shark.
great white,
under the moon.
deep, dark mystery;
history
of you.
fishing chum -
right pale.
lover’s flesh,
intertwined.
your eyelids kissing,
missing - nervous twinges,
light ~
shallow boat of dusk.
8/15/2020
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Blue
twinges
of lament
cast gaunt shadow
o’er my dreadful pang
as a grim mist segued
into dark claustrophobic
cantons where rabid zeal of hearts
once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein
Yet I cling to golden dawn recall
of lazy strolls in lush green mead
wild sniff of purple heather
neath sun-drenched sky aflame
gusts of joy rippling
froth-rim brook waltz
now toilworn
gaudy
dream
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Blue
twinges
of lament
cast gaunt shadow
o’er my dreadful pang
as a grim mist segued
into dark claustrophobic
cantons where rabid zeal of hearts
once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein
Yet I cling to golden dawn recall
of lazy strolls in lush green mead
wild sniff of purple heather
neath sun-drenched sky aflame
gusts of joy rippling
froth-rim brook waltz
now toilworn
gaudy
dream
Oh, would that I could speak of love
Of passion and of red high heels
Of lacy things and whispered kisses
But if I did all would be memory
Soft twinges teasing a timid heart
A shadow cast on a distant stage
And yet I speak for love remains
Weary eyes and veined hands
Searching in a darkened warmth
For lacy things and whispered kisses
For passion without red high heels
Oh, would that I could speak of love
Patience is a virtue,
Not one that I possess,
My psyche wants to do the work,
My body wants to rest.
It started in October,
A mere five months back,
But five months is a while
When you're pushed so far off track.
The twinges in my arms and jaw,
The tightness in my chest,
Sometimes I feel like I'm not me,
Like I've become possessed.
I don't know if I'll make it,
If I'll get out alive,
But, on my life, I'm going to try,
To help myself survive.