she conjured up a cunning rasp
a gewgaw lyre-like harp in clasp
to crooked teeth held in their grasp
then twanged at midnight with a blast
this higgled haggled haggly crone
did dance on graves while all alone
her gewgaw raising mottled bone
‘til joined by dead with rotting moan
bats within the steeple saw
the witch’s pointy nose and jaw
and from her mouth came sounds galore
an array of growls from her gewgaw
so off did dance and prance and play
the bones of dead and her away
from grave to street did people say
beware the gewgaw witch today
Categories:
twanged, dance, dark, fun, magic,
Form: Monorhyme
Quickened senses
catch the smell
and sticky bleed
of bark
stripped
from a branch,
the cane
fire blackened
to a spring
of polished rod
then bent
into a bow,
the taut string
twanged
to feel
its stored strength
pulled back
to fling an arrow
high
and tipped
with lust
for a bird,
warm with blood
to spill
but with wings
wary of boys
and too quick.
Categories:
twanged, bird, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Lick a bar of steel.
Did I need to say it was cold?
Did I need to say the tongue twanged with a metallic twinge?
Did I need to describe the grey? The way the moonlight lit the fibers of the grain?
Should I should have said I felt tense,
or dull,
bored?
Mildly masochistic?
Was it enough to say
‘lick a bar of steel’?
Did the memory of the taste make you recoil,
ever so softly in your mind?
Did your lip begin to cringe?
Did you think “why do that?”
Did it leave you bewildered?
Was it like tasting life?
Categories:
twanged, anger,
Form: I do not know?
Caressing the clouds, I felt sky’s heartbeat.
Stratospheric song; I heard;
It twanged my silver cord.
Categories:
twanged, appreciation, earth, environment, nature,
Form: Kimo
A little cherub, perched on high,
twanged on her harp all day.
She felt a little lonely,
though "bored" I would not say.
How happily those children play!
she thought as she looked down,
and on the lovely visage
appeared the slightest frown.
Gabriel marked her sorrow
and asked her what was wrong,
and so she had to tell him
for what her heart did long.
She could become a baby
if she would but agree
to lose those fluffy wings of hers
and still a cherub be.
Let me cut this ditty short.
Her wish indeed came true.
So now we call her Bubeleh.
Her beauty may all see.
Categories:
twanged, baby, beautiful, cute love,
Form: Rhyme
There once was a songstress named Buelah Wood
Who aimed to make it big in Hollywood.
I once suffered through her show;
She twanged like Robin Hood's bow!
Used to wish I could sing - now wished she could!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
twanged, humorous, song,
Form: Limerick
Old time Appalachians deep within the hollows.
Self-sufficient, hard working, fine mountain folks
With farming, barn raising, and crafting skills,
Logging, mining and music to pleasure the ear.
Devoted to family, kin gathering they do.
Faith in the wisdom of their elders is seen.
Church going and revivals, strengthening their beliefs,
Appalachians are dignified, spirited mountain folks.
Gathering of families, generations of kin.
Folk music, old songs blended with time.
Mountain twanged voices singing out songs-
Flatfoot or clog dancing, kicking up heels,
Fiddle picking, foot stomping, hand slapping thighs,
Ballads of life's struggles, celebrations and griefs,
Brought over by immigrants generations ago.
Brings a sense of home for the young and the old.
A dedication to a friend of mine.
Categories:
twanged, dance, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form: Free verse
In comes the call
From far down the hall
A cheery voice with a Texas
draw twanged out a saying
starting with "Y'all".
Oh it was the end of it all!
I packed up my bags
Left those northern jags
And moved to Texas.
Categories:
twanged, funny
Form: ABC
Can the more be for the less
As panting love being beset - succumbing to what is best
Why must the mind endure for the heart
As emotions become unstrung by the dark
Be it offensive to love?
Be thou infringed oh heart’s adore!
Can the less suffice above the more
As panting love grafting true light becomes subdued by world’s hoards
How must the heart endure for the mind?
Be it offensive to love?
Be thou infringed oh heart’s adore!
Be it offensive to love?
How can the more be for the less?
As panting love doth become beset
Succumbing to what must be best
Doth my emotions become twanged and unstrung by sane reason
Why must the my heart endure for my mind
Be thou infringed oh heart’s adore!
Categories:
twanged, depression, devotion, hope, life,
Form: Romanticism
He strums guitars over my head
While my cheeks are flushed pink
Like the sheets on my bed
Stolen glances will never come back
The pulse of my body
Screams loudly, “Heart attack!”
Oh, how the pillow hits my skull
Not the other way around
Pain from his voice is dull
No stars, solely strings to be heard
All twanged by his fingers
Fit perfect with his word
Electronic voice waves float below
A speaker pumping love
From this boy, a hello
Categories:
twanged, friendship, life, love, music,
Form: I do not know?