Twines Poems

Looking to the Harvest

A lunar luster spills a silvershine
cascade of nebulating moonshine lilt
onto a night-time field, drawing a quilt
of pale radiance over the still vine. 

A myriad of glowing serpentine
twines sleep.—but, slithering round its stout stilt,
a wakeless plant is working out its tilt.—
It’s fruit will not be ripe enough for wine.

So see I, amidst the flourishing grape,
the withering blossoms of one string;
And gazing on this midnight unlandscape,
—too, upon this weakling growth, this failing
sproutling,—I sense the shiver whispering
through the light leaves,—all but those yet ailing.—

Little Wonders

“as we passed her she did wilt

which caused in us sense of guilt

since our stance perhaps did cause

to put her heart’s joy on pause

 

though we’re gentle, not hostile

we diminished her soul’s smile

since our aura as she viewed

scent of love did not exude


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She kneels by the river elegant and refined
Timeless beauty revealed as we quietly pass by
Watching her intrigue hers eyes wander delight
Mysterious and passive like a warm summer night
An awe- inspiring moment etched of white light
An angelic soul reeling in poetic words of insight
She turned at last looking beyond a torn page
For yesterday has gone and today shall be our day

Rising to her feet, simple words she conveys......

"Music brings magic and harmony twines souls, 
like winding veins bring tributaries
to a river of growth....
Be not judgemental but twine in love's plea
Flowing in love's sanctuary to fill a city of need"



Collaboration

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

What a wonderful life it would be
If there really was a money tree
A great big oak, at least ten feet tall
How extraordinary for us all

All day, we pluck hanging twines that join
Tall branches heavy with golden coins
Tree abundant with crisp dollar bills
Be blessed to share bounty and goodwill

Verily believe that dreams come true

Innuendos Don’t Behave

Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
In his tongue.
Whose tongue?
Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
What, with my tongue in your tail?
   Nay, come again, Good Kate;
   I am a gentleman.
—William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
    (exchange between Petruchio and Katherine)

Love looks like blue skies, nay.
Today is the tango of sister twisters.

Innuendos don’t behave. They slave
over the mountains and valleys.

Twines of a forked tongue, devilishly
misbehaving, drunken in delight.

Good Kate, is she kind, his kind of date?
Will she satisfy his intellect, his loins?

Is he a gentleman, this Shakespeare?
Is his lady worthy of remarkable taste?

Petruchio, with his yellow jacket,
prepared to sting, with lover’s words.

Katherine’s falling into the Venus fly trap
as she plays along, bidding farewell.

Petruchio draws her back in
wagging his tail and tongue.

These heavy boots filled by Taylor and Burton
acting in real time and on the silver-tongued screen.

If the ballroom could produce such a tango as this,
Shakespeare himself would rise and erupt in applause.

A Winter Muse

Emerald wisps and lavender mist held within the white abyss...

Gazing from the window ledge
a Winter song drifting in
has brought the birds to joyous song
a beautiful muse 
as a new day dawns

Releasing a sense
a peace of mind
as snowflakes dance
the westward sky
and you
my friends have come along 
To drift in dream
and sing our song

For in a second
and now, atlast
the wandering mind
has come to find
a poetic word
so pure and kind
lilting beyond
the swaying pines
where vast intrigue 
with wonderous eyes
twines a love 
In subtle light

A Rose in the Garden of Love

in the hush of dawn’s embrace,
where roses sigh in velvet bloom,
I found you waiting--soft and bright,
a whisper in the morning light

your laughter spills like silver streams,
your touch--a petal on the breeze,
each glance a spark, a silent vow,
a love that lingers here and now

the garden hums a lover’s tune,
sunlight bends to kiss your skin,
while roses lean to breathe you in--
their crimson blush cannot outshine
the warmth that blooms when you are mine

so let us dance where lilies dream,
where ivy twines and willows lean,
for in your arms, I’ve come to know
that love is more than roses grow

it’s in your voice, it’s in your gaze,
it’s in the way the whole world sways--
a garden vast, a sky above,
and you, my rose, my endless love

Align

We Align


People don't live a facade of niceness
It is birthed from the heart
Overflowing with love

For a picture does paint a revealing moment in time
With encouragement, reliance we fight to aligned

With each moment passing a strand gathering strength twines a stich of hope binding a tapestry of belief

Where gratitude displayed bring a subtle release to cure all humanity from self-centered greed

I found that unity brought through love calms each weary heart to rise high above

We conquere
We rise
Through
Like minded minds
We search 
We forge
peering to find
A resonating light
Prolific in design

Why Cant I see You

Where Are You

Purple grass waves in the gentle breeze
Violet leaves live on the tall tree
White laced ivy inter-twines
Light blue skies are devine
Puffy clouds float by
This field of rye
Why can’t I 
See you
Here

Black holes stop their pull in fear

Hate hangs from me like a disintegrating cloak
It’s sickly oil tendrils trailing from me
It never gives passes
Eloquent in its misuse
Scratching its way through the sheerness. of the
slivers
Feeling so black that blue isn’t quite enough

Love drapes from me like a sculpted marble toga
It’s twirling twines exploding into fluff
It lives in the past and futures
Incoherently overused
It coddles in lessening touches of soft
Feeling the light before it lands

Let's Tango

In the morning she was found deathly still,
her face quite pale but her lips and cheeks rosy pink;
with sorrow they buried the old lady,
in a sunny place with great weeping trees and birds.
Beneath his dark hood a handsome man waits,
as a wild north wind blows and clouds race in the sky;
he comes from a world of crystal waters, 
and of woodlands in a thousand green hues mingling.

He had heard her calling through time for love,
so his destiny is to journey and find her;
now, he stands within her room in shadows,
and steps forward to brush her falling tears away;
with a lover's caress that wakens her,
and bends to kiss her waiting lips as dawn birds sing.

She rises from bed her mind in tangles,
as he stands behind her removing his dark cloak;
she has no fear as she loves him deeply,
and he twines his strong fingers into her red hair;
and slowly they fade in the dappled light,
enwrapped in a sweet lover's passionate embrace.

Coconuts

All of you Parrotheads covered with oil
And feathers, and signs, and pins
— Jimmy Buffett (Margaritaville)

COCONUTS

Coconuts are bosom buddies
for some Parrotheads. The
twin cups (A, B, C, Double D)
pair up nicely with a grass skirt.
Margaritaville twines with
party swines. (if your in Oahu) 

Coconuts can’t be breached
by hand. Skewer two,
for me and my love,
and slide in a straw.

Don’t let coconuts fall.
They can knock you out,
or revive your senses.
Especially true, when
your surrounded by
an army of ‘nuts,
on a tropical isle.

Drink them in! Palm trees
swaying, danger lurking,
especially on Gilligan’s Island.

I confess, I’m crazy
for coconuts. Don’t get me started
with coconut - cocktails, or flakes,
or shakes, on cake…

The Color Palette of the World Has Changed

The color palette of the world has changed.
Wispy painters brush clouds line a clear calm sky.
The day is dry and cold, powdery snow starts to fall.
Flowers have ceased budding and spilling over in the garden;
yet the passion, fragrant, rosebud cherry and amber
honeysuckle vine, twines round the wooden arbor,
inviting the few scarce bees to come to its nectar.
Forbearance wooden starlings and mourning doves
move on with their singing and coo-OO-oo throughout the day.
Warm breath onto the cold window, a traced note of love.


10/1/2023

Unplayed Strings

What good is the wave, if sails,
It awaits no means, destination.
What good is the tide,
If it rises and falls over sights of unpleasant expectations.
What good are words,
If it's origin comes from unproposed intentions.
For even, has man never danced from unplayed strings
Nor played from strings that cannot be danced of.

What is beauty,
If the beholder views from strays?
What is love,
If well known to man, remains unknown to him?
What will it be,
If time ticks randomly to unachieved desires?
For even a time enjoyed wasted is never wasted.

How do you make bridges?
Is it not by breathing while you have the woods behind?
Does not one path open a way for another?
So why does one need his ribs to make strings 
When the twines are beneath his covering?
When life hovers over to inquire of you
Be sure to give it your best
For you cannot know
If your best can be best enough.

Summer Beach

the swash of cold waves,
ankle-deep, twines burning sand -
infinite surging

oil of coconut
on darkening flesh, the sun -
surf and splash sizzle

Eunuch Encouragements

Elephant trunk palms column, canopy claps hands
   Undergrowth glad heart shape leaves spiral 
   Navigator vines map branches, brace boa banyan 
   Utile duenna diary with my duties conspiring 
   Chaperone rope binds silent beside my grand plan


   Helpmaster holsters my faltering stride, hips squared
   Essential weapon for war against mediocrity
   Netted fruit bag binds ideas, ripe inspiration shared
   Collaboration binges exchanges evocatively 
   Oversees growth, buffers fumbles, humiliation spared

  
   Unbias advisor straddles drama, miniscule mosquitos
   Raised beyond current, stilts lift clear of silt
   Above ravaging river, twig leg log cabin cosy kudos
   Guileless sunrise server castrates lumpy guilt
   Enmeshed mirror wishes bud symmetrical smiling rose

 
   Mentor each moment monitor prods my furtive dreams
   Enlivens rainblur haze, unravels twisted maze
   Narrows channel between now and zany zone supreme
   Twines possible to present, pours zesty praise 
   Strengthened, gender invalid, my meridian self esteem





                           9th June 
                    Carbonised Agenda

• Short Twines Poems
• Famous Twines Poems
• Best Twines Poems
• Read Twines Poems
• Long Twines Poems
• Twines Quotes