Twangy Poems - Poems about Twangy

...Like Root Beer Diamonds smokestack lightning on the pomona freeway plays their twangy sound brimming with desire tan mexican cheerleader rides in a ’46 chevy passing neon hamburger stands in wa......

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... Written: January 2nd, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest Rumi verse" Sing to me in the silence of your heart and I will rise up to hear your triumphant song" ________......

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...Making him argue with me about something silly, so we can make-up. Stealing his pencil so he has to put his arms around me to get it. Walking to class a different way, because I know I’ll pass him.......

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...Late 1940s England the square was packed & the high street full meat&veg seemed plentiful market barkers drew the queues with jokes impromptu shoppers filed neat& f......

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...Inferiority complex as a kid, adolescent and emerging adult Yours truly (an amazingly, gracefully, and markedly modest passively aging baby boomer - formerly introverted long haired pencil nec......

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...timid, meek, and demure (effeminate) me, essentially ruled the roost regarding Harris household sole son characterized vis a vis presented passive resistant outward nonestablishmentarian mold w......

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...the square was packed & the high street full meat&veg seemed plentiful market barkers drew the queues with jokes impromptu shoppers filed neat& formal in sainsburys g......

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...He plays a steel guitar and serenades the stars. Electric tears turn into notes that play across the moon. They speak of a lonely man, though women chase him. He sees only her and when they ca......

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...The in-store music is country-slow, the vibes twangy. I pick through the tack and tinsel, dig for rough diamonds. Squeezing past other consumers, sharp showers of oven scourers. A toilet brush,......

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...Clarinets, bassoons, oboes, ugh. Flutes, oh, yes, Native American flute music please. Violas. Don’t be prissy! Cellos. Ha. Ha. Who wants to carry one to school? First and second violins. Too stri......

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...Inferiority Complex As A Kid And Adult! I recall father, (now behold at near ninety years old - maintains stronghold on life, cuz born of sturdy mettle - rumor claims bullion – ne'er did buckle......

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...Once there was a country boy called Chester, he came from the rural Appalachians; got himself a farming job not far from a big city, he was unsophisticated and old fashioned. He ......

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...Brother and sister crickets please recognize grasshoppers, katydids, and locusts as part of well schooled, politely ordered named league known as Orthoptera, (pronounced or th hop tara), which ......

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...The light is low but the music loud, blaring from fiddles and steel guitars. The bar is filled with a moderate crowd, could be anywhere, but here they are, drinking and two-stepping in this bar. ......

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...Old Zack Adams sits a slouch’n so sloppy drunk on a bar-room stool, Wear’n his cheap-threaded cowboy suit and a stained satin shirt. All the while a peek’n and a leer’n at women like an old poor fo......

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