"tinkles" poems
Fearless.
Untamed.
Her hair
falls not in flawless curls
around a porcelain face.
No.
It flows into the hungry wind
a lion's mane.
Her laugh
tinkles not like
so many silver bells.
No.
It crashes and bubbles
an ocean tide.
Her desires
hide not under the glass
of an innocent exterior.
No.
They smolder on the surface of her skin.
Volatile fires
by turn gentle flames
or blazing infernoes.
To be a wild girl
is both a gift and a curse.
To feel everything
from love to hate
at the base of your throat and the
heart of your soul.
To be both feared and wanted
by strong and weak men.
To live one's life
searching for one
whose heart is strong enough
to run alongside someone so free.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
"Let's party!"
Gleaming pearls,
Swirling skirts,
Tinkles of laughter
and shouts of joy.
Feet move fast
Words fly freely
Everyone here
is having a good time!
Ornately decorated,
Empty inside.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
Cool stream trickles, tinkles by,
Dappled sunlight through the trees,
Oak, Ash, Silver Birch and Pine.
Tiny silver fishes swimming
The water giggles and rushes,
down the great mountainside,
I am calm.
The earth is damp and sweet,
The air full of birdsong and bluebells' scent.
I listen, I hear, I howl at the sun.
Clovers and daisies surround me,
And on the pebble bank, beach,
The soft rounded stones are warm.
They comfort me.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
Drifting....
waning, wandering away from myself....
electric pine and turquoise eyes unfold,
greeting me,
a jade leopard winks with those eyes,
an inside joke
in the new moon darkness lighting the room.....
I watch myself levitate into conscious caverns
in my gray matter canyon
wind tinkles and chimes
( ( ( ( v i b r a t i n g ) ) ) )
the moist, fleshy rocks...
memories of sativa green Canada echo--
a family of strangers
humming, buzzzing & drumming rhythms
tattooing heartbeat sigils onto each other
amidst a sonic amethyst campfire
moonbeam embers glow
indigo guitar strings sing hymns
swaying and swimming in cuddle puddles--
a new age baptism.
My wings shimmer,
visions simmer and chill
the darkness returns
left with myself again
I flight right into another lightbub storm
as trebble trouble words rain bows of colors
atop white lilies reaching for stained-glass clouds.
Distantly, native flutes flourish
like rippling water rises slowly
into incandescent tides...
sweet, filagreed foam tickling-
washing
bubbles popping over pores.
and I rejoice!
a homecoming for an ocean's drop rejoined--
rejuvenated!
berserk bongos bump 'n thump
a raucous rumpus of blissful voices
vicariously lift my visage into everyone
at once!
astral silhouette forms cajole and conjoin and
we laugh ourselves into ******
And for a fleeting moment...
I reminded of the celestial infinity
that surrounds us,
where time isn't measured in promises
and trees aren't groomed to be currency.
Here, I remember the why of my existence,
only to momentarily forget,
upon opening my eyes,
until delicate deja vu echoes intermittently remind me
once in a while.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
Familys ******** can ya hear em?
Uncle larry's probaly gonna puke dont get near him.
I kinda ****** up sight.
Someone get Bobby Joe outthe street cause ya know he aint bright.
Christmas kinda blows around here.
So toss me a bottle and crack a beer.
Hey did anyone know how the tree caught fire?
No sweetie uncle Stan isnt a down on his luck actor.
He's really a drug dealer and habitual liar.
Is egg nog supposed to have chunks.
No baby it's not cool that your 13 on facebook asking
for pic's of shirtless hunks.
Great it's time to sit down to dinner
Yes sure is great Father O Malley showed up.
Who better to chasethe boys and drink up the whiskey
screaming at the hat rack it's a sinner.
Um it's hard to make snow Angels on the concrete.
No your son isnt spoiled.
He's just wearing more than i make month with his
seven thousand dollar sneakers on his feet.
Grandma it's kiss under the mistletoe no tongue.
Ya think grandpa would have slowed on the cigs after getting put in the iron lung.
Great a blizzard has snowed us all in. yippie im bunking with Little Tommy tinkles thats the way the holiday goes.
I think freezing to death doesnt sound so bad.
Lord how Christmas blows.
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
wind was sweeping darkness
clouds cluttered the horizon
in all directions
encircling clear, midnight sky
foreshadowing the full moon
shiny, twinkly things beamed brightly
in pollution’s absence
mulberry, guava and palm
swayed in silhouette
dancing to wind chime songs
soft clacks, tinkles and bongs
fragrant breezes carried ocean
like a sweet smelling memory
gently stirring the stillness
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
Your lips on my lips your heart on my heart
Tinkles like a moment to remember forever
My sweetheart you are so beautifully so smart
I carry along your gorgeous curves and figure
Let me appreciate all landmarks of your beauty
Step by step I submit myself for your grandeur
Still I do not know how to be in line to be free
Come and take me in arms as just my real savior
My sweetheart be symbol of beauty of universe
My eyes have captured you as my clear sight
As a couple we definitely are strange and diverse
Open up like a bottle of wine to make me bright
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
Ice Tinkles in Cocktail Glasses,
At a Washington Hotel Lobby
A Senator Brags about his Hobby
It costs a lot of Upkeep to Maintain
Racing Stock, Ah but Bridled & Reined
Its Worth It, says the Chair of the FDA
Committee Over Sight to the Rep From
The Pharmaceuticals Association
As they Head to the Corner to whisper
The Engineer At Major Automotive
Tells them what he Sees for new Parts
They are off tolerance But in the Chart
It Shows only 3% Fatality, and It saves cash
After the Discussion to table it for Now
They break out the Bonuses for saving Money
Dark Souls Cast Dark Shadows in Life
With No Respect For Honesty or Right
Can't they see in a Flash, they fly into the Abyss
For all their Money..... On a Carpet of Cash
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
I want to smoke a cigarette.
I want--
to lean against a doorway, my converse shoelaces brushing against the brick.
to stare up at an overcast sky and know that gray doesn't always need a slow, mournful soundtrack. to feel the paper between my fingers and on my lips and take a deep,
deep
drag.
I want
to empty my lungs of everything they have and watch it all curl, wispy and insubstantial--
watch it disappear into the bustle of moving cars as the coffee shop door tinkles while people in pretty scarves and
pea coats and
black-rimmed glasses
with fingerless gloves
and nose piercings
and black tights covering skinny legs
hold hands and exchange knowing smiles and
enter behind me,
and cold, February ocean wind lifts the tips of my hair.
I want to taste it--those few minutes of isolated reflection. It'd be like meditation beneath an awning on a city street.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC
My sweetheart let's talk from lips to lips
As beauty quenches thirst and just sips
Wine of love is ordained to get all the tips
Love believes in beauty for frequent trips
Your beautiful cheeks take all from me
Springly provides graces as charity to see
In togetherness we are not alone but we
Praise of you does not require any plea
Forget about all come in my arms for solace
My heart tinkles when you move pace to pace
I am charmed and enthralled by your grace
My eyes remain fixed on your beautiful face
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
Teaspoons *****
Cups rattle
Water gushes
Cans pop
Steam shrieks
Laughter tinkles
Voices rise
Over the top
Fridges buzz
Bacon sizzles
Coffee drips
As gossip spreads
Tea brews
Cakes devoured
Oranges juiced
Knives shred
Papers rustle
Scones rise
Eyebrows lift
Voices fall
Toast crisps
Eggs bubble
Soup warms
One and all
The surface noise
Always concerned
With etiquette
And propriety
But underneath
Can be found
The sounds of
Café society
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 11:11 AM UTC
Love bites
for the dark
intertwining with the pure.
Forgive me for I have sinned.
bruised touches
that rock back
and forth.
Save the innocent
or let them feed on unholy blood.
Let them taste metal
in the finest state.
Let them lick off
any left overs
that are both sweet and wet.
Turn them around,
show them new paths
that they can learn to love.
It's not life that deserves love
it's the after thought.
It's the mellow dark
that tinkles and pounds the heart.
Let yourself go,
and show others to do so.
Bite down,
caress and kiss
the mother of death.
For she has risen
and shown a way.
I let you in on my secret.
I told you half spoken truths
that twist with lies.
Because a broken doll
plays pretty until she falls
or drowns for that matter.
Only seven to go, what do you know?
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
I see the rigours of time
Etched on your sulky face
Though the sun's fingers caress
The brow of your ambitions
Nostalgia tinkles solemn bells
Of dreams maimed and cobwebbed
By time's blunt knife
I see you mourn
Life is molten wax that congeals
With a caress of the air
Life is a wagon swaggering downhill
A liberating spasms
Of wee wet dreams...
I see you mourn
I see your determination thawing
Like white icicles on white winter window pane
I see your patience wane in pain
Like dry cakes of mud in the African sun
I see your conscience rot and ooze
Black brackish slimy rot
Tomorrow they will declare you
A disaster no-go-area zone
I see you mourn
Emotions thunder, tempers glow
And voice a shrill mingle with unknown
Raucous whispers of the gods of doom
This world has been terribly nice to you
I see you whimper like a miserable dog
That has lost its tail
Brother you have lost your tale
I see you mourn.
-dougwa-
Feb 24, 2012
Feb 24, 2012 at 6:40 AM UTC
Slipping off the luscious ivory
Tumbling fingers melting to nature's symphony
A dip here, a hustle there
The strings bent in their own misery
But a gentle uprising, still beginning
Coursing
Burning
Waiting
The pulsing anger in the soulful sound
Ebbing away gently to be bound
By the shackles of self, isolated limitations
Flowing reflectively in its melodious imitations
A broken heart looking for solace
But finding music instead
Tinkles hopefully
Chiming
Turning
Realizing that it's too soon to be dead...
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 7:03 AM UTC
In the distance I hear your anklets chime
With your every step as they rhyme
The soft tinkles of your green glass bangles
Puts my being in twists and tangles
In front of the mirror you come sit
un turning leisurely your earrings
Unawares, baby you begin to play
music on my heart strings
As you smile, I gaze with fascination
In the mirror, your rendition
Bidding good night, your eyes close
Leaving me to admire, your beauty in repose
You turn and place a kiss on my cheek right
Holding the promise of a stormy night
The battering rains will drench
the earth and in turn quench
The fires that in my heart you lit the first time
When I heard your anklet’s chime
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 4:12 AM UTC
I still just can't forget the burning of garden in spring
Would I be able to get someone to interpret my dream
My vision carries all the pain of my life to bring in string
Beams of light pave way for my eternal little life stream
Love is not ordinary wine be taken from a shop of wine
It carries the essence and fragrance of hand of beloved
Lover in sheer trance cries that you are mine, you are mine
And in intoxication takes the entire bottle by opening lid
The priest deals with exterior while sophist deals interior
Love is what tinkles in clean heart and is not sunburst
Faith is matter of heart hence remains eternal and superior
Surface be damaged while remains intact the submersed
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Gold
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 3:55 AM UTC
Growing in trees
Life
Tinkles out
in every
Leaf
The tips of branches
reaching out
just to
Reach.
© 2012
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC
She sat
A broken China doll
Spurting
Where she meant to
Sing.
Hold her hand
Bite your tongue
And
Remind her
That you're
Hers.
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 6:02 PM UTC
These days the moon seems unnaturally bright
Its amber angels bashing eyelids towards me
and how the snow litters the ground to the southern valley
mirroring the sky––
The glittering ocean of white speckles
Tickling our noses as we quietly pass them by
treading the moonlight frost for moments
and letting them thaw in our footsteps
The fleet-footed page boy of the ascent rivers
Glimmering by like a star-lit heaven
sidelines of the arena we watched together
as the planets guided our way
Freer than ever from the rising corals
Hovering in the midst of our winter day
lining our worlds and their fading corpses
crests in our never ending stories
Dawn breaks too early in the silent north
Its frozen statues flashing merry tinkles at me
heading alone outward for some lighter horizon
whispering every step–––
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 7:42 AM UTC
It is shocking, bewildering when someone special kisses your skin with their fingertips.
It is like everything that they ever wished to say is said, whispered right into your soul.
Dissolving, permeating slowly through the layers and walls you have built.
And when your fingertips dances across it, in that instant, the world's momentum ceases.
Time metaphorically tinkles backwards and there you are.
With him.
Your head blissfully at the crook of his neck. One hand laced with his.
And that's when you know.
Your heart is his.
And his heart is yours.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
My spoon tinkles
and finds sanctity in the mug.
I toss a dollar to the waitress
and smile at her on my way out.
Nothing.
Nothing but the blank face
I always get from that *****
I don't know why I bother
going back to that place.
As I leave, I hurt a little
and realise that
it's the only home I have.
What a ******* sorry state of affairs.
I leave the diner and turn up my collar.
The rain spots my glasses
but I'm not sure if I care.
**** could be a lot worse.
Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 5:01 PM UTC
the sleek
cool marble
chills run
down
the stone
delineations
and curvatures
of fine hands
and legs
white and pure
her eyes
blue
a fountain of youth
i wish i could bathe in it
forever
her blank gaze
from vacant
rolling ball
sockets
falls dreamlessly
into the oblivion
tinkles of music
hum and drone
noiselessly
like spoons
clattering to
the unforgiving ground
her cold heart
exposed
as she reclines,
back arched
ever so slightly
she is without
her soul and mind
the marble
her master
keeps her confined-
her own timeless paradigm
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
Humanity has just gone down to dogs
Fake people are fake in their actions
Less speeches with more monologues
Third class packets, classical captions
No difference between right and,wrong
Prudence is a commodity of just all fools
Toads come up with ***** shrilling song
Humans are nothing but just useless tools
Tricks have taken over sincerity in trade
What ever is sold is ******* in entirety
Blood relations cut like sharp blunt blades
Man is in chains but apparently seem free
Revolution is mandatory it is call of the day
Justice should take over all sham mannerism
Still hope tinkles with beam of light as a ray
Spring is ready to surpass the yellow autumn
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
from binkies to blunts
i watched my world change
around me
like little watercolor swirls
dancing in the sky of my memories
from binkies to blunts
swingsets and playpens
seemed ever so distant
in the rearview of childhood
we traded barbie dolls
into ***** bottles
wondering why
smile lines
seemed so hard to come by
we had always missed the times
when things came easy;
naturally (almost).
from carousels to learning
how *** sells
we began to draw parallels
of who we are and what we should be
the definition of me
never seemed to have
the stability
i had long to see
ever so constantly
from closet doors to liquor stores
feelings became trapped
in the constellations of thoughts
instead of the web of words
i wish to go back
(sometimes)
to the days
with the little teacups
filled with the tinkles
of warmth and laughs
of bliss past.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC