alan_abstract - Hello Poetry

Sipping twisted teas underneath twisted trees. Sap dripping off maples turning into crystal, cicadas vibrating something blissful I could feel myself walking on violin strings. Plink plink plink Words flowing out as soon as I catch a think A new golden horizon Changing your world at the brink of a double blink Birds singing on a Carnegie, that's where I wanna be.

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Sep 8, 2020

Sep 8, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC

Super Sappy

Sipping twisted teas underneath twisted trees. Sap dripping off maples turning into crystal, cicadas vibrating something blissful I could feel myself walking on violin strings. Plink plink plink Words flowing out as soon as I catch a think A new golden horizon Changing your world at the brink of a double blink Birds singing on a Carnegie, that's where I wanna be.

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The final frontier is the produce aisle Deli slicers becoming sharper the longer the wait A silhouette of man walks in... He keeps his cigarette case beside a miniature purple ***** His hat real low, a tacky star fruit badge, and a belt of attendance awards Always first in line Buzzer calling for ticket number nine His hand slowly draws for his concealed nine Hand to hand and eye to eye "The regular, gimme my cut, gimme the rolls, gimme the cheese" Plastic bag with the goods A slick crawl out of the store Pulls out his bag to inspect the rolls **** this is honey turkey!"

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Aug 16, 2020

Aug 16, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC

Spaghetti Western

The final frontier is the produce aisle Deli slicers becoming sharper the longer the wait A silhouette of man walks in... He keeps his cigarette case beside a miniature purple ***** His hat real low, a tacky star fruit badge, and a belt of attendance awards Always first in line Buzzer calling for ticket number nine His hand slowly draws for his concealed nine Hand to hand and eye to eye "The regular, gimme my cut, gimme the rolls, gimme the cheese" Plastic bag with the goods A slick crawl out of the store Pulls out his bag to inspect the rolls **** this is honey turkey!"

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"Grandma stop eating elderberries or you'll get too old!", cried the child. With a wink and a grin grandma purred, "now now child I will regain my youth with pork brine, youngerberries, and wine." Along the spread of the table was real lunch as comforting as a cradle: White hills of processed vanilla cream with the sparkle stream A viscous yellow sea of elbows and perhaps other limbs Overlapping ketchup crusaders reigning supreme over the dinosaur chicken nuggets What lies beyond the table is the watchful and wise grandmother "Grandma! Grandma! Gimme the big SPOOOON" With the big spoon in hand the child combined the canvas and proceeded to shovel everything down until swelling like a balloon -They grow up so fast-

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Aug 10, 2020

Aug 10, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC

We Grow up so Fast

"Grandma stop eating elderberries or you'll get too old!", cried the child. With a wink and a grin grandma purred, "now now child I will regain my youth with pork brine, youngerberries, and wine." Along the spread of the table was real lunch as comforting as a cradle: White hills of processed vanilla cream with the sparkle stream A viscous yellow sea of elbows and perhaps other limbs Overlapping ketchup crusaders reigning supreme over the dinosaur chicken nuggets What lies beyond the table is the watchful and wise grandmother "Grandma! Grandma! Gimme the big SPOOOON" With the big spoon in hand the child combined the canvas and proceeded to shovel everything down until swelling like a balloon -They grow up so fast-

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North Atlantic crooners and gently weeping guitars caress my ears like an airplane gaining elevation. Softer now. Slower now. All the librarians love us. All the librarians invite us. Yodelers with laryngitis. So quiet. So relaxed. Glasses that dip. Oceans caught in the drift of a paper clip. Tongue me on the tip. Swirls and curls. On the ocean floor; I can only see your face.

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Mar 29, 2020

Mar 29, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC

Self Expression

North Atlantic crooners and gently weeping guitars caress my ears like an airplane gaining elevation. Softer now. Slower now. All the librarians love us. All the librarians invite us. Yodelers with laryngitis. So quiet. So relaxed. Glasses that dip. Oceans caught in the drift of a paper clip. Tongue me on the tip. Swirls and curls. On the ocean floor; I can only see your face.

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Claws pawing at a doorway, a soft yearning, a puppy. Adoration adorns a house made for two. Raised like a loaf, warm in the oven and softer than snow. In a house of love you will grow.

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Mar 16, 2020

Mar 16, 2020 at 11:29 AM UTC

Puppy

Claws pawing at a doorway, a soft yearning, a puppy. Adoration adorns a house made for two. Raised like a loaf, warm in the oven and softer than snow. In a house of love you will grow.

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