"tinks" poems - Hello Poetry

Push off of the cool cement. Gravity eases his grip on me. Suspended in air, I swallow mouthfuls of the night sky. With stars in my lungs, I course their light through my veins. Between me and the moon, my small world is drenched in a hushed, wavering silvery glow. The still, black surface breaks into a thousand glittering pieces. I’m told those little diamonds make the most melodic tinks and pings, but I don’t ever hear them. By then, I’m fathoms below— where I’m enveloped in quietude, where time is an extinct notion, where even the heaviest heart can beat for whatever she chooses without burden.

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Jun 11, 2015

Jun 11, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC

bforshort

night swimming in jeans

Push off of the cool cement. Gravity eases his grip on me. Suspended in air, I swallow mouthfuls of the night sky. With stars in my lungs, I course their light through my veins. Between me and the moon, my small world is drenched in a hushed, wavering silvery glow. The still, black surface breaks into a thousand glittering pieces. I’m told those little diamonds make the most melodic tinks and pings, but I don’t ever hear them. By then, I’m fathoms below— where I’m enveloped in quietude, where time is an extinct notion, where even the heaviest heart can beat for whatever she chooses without burden.

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Monk tinks tonight fine glasses clink convivial banter bubble pop blink in breathing rooms bit woofed and stirred the smoke mint sound we dare exhale Monk swings about a bell do ding the huey blues bird bops on wings hips juicy moves rubby mounds wet **** slow drum rolls blow dance steady bump Monk rocks the house the clock do tick me feets be tappin gonna busta trick key ******* bounce mouths all agape we gettin down like crazy apes Monk’s muzik rides a sonorous beam levitatin hipsters to places unseen gosh groovy tunes a **** good gig we all stoked up Monk we do dig Monk played alright some swingin tunes Happy B Day Monk you over the moon Thelonious Monk (October 10, 1917 - February 17, 1982) Thelonious Monk with John Coltrane Trinkle ****** 10/9/13 Suffern jbm

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Oct 9, 2013

Oct 9, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC

james-bradley-mccallum

Monk Muzik (Monk at Minton's)

Monk tinks tonight fine glasses clink convivial banter bubble pop blink in breathing rooms bit woofed and stirred the smoke mint sound we dare exhale Monk swings about a bell do ding the huey blues bird bops on wings hips juicy moves rubby mounds wet **** slow drum rolls blow dance steady bump Monk rocks the house the clock do tick me feets be tappin gonna busta trick key ******* bounce mouths all agape we gettin down like crazy apes Monk’s muzik rides a sonorous beam levitatin hipsters to places unseen gosh groovy tunes a **** good gig we all stoked up Monk we do dig Monk played alright some swingin tunes Happy B Day Monk you over the moon Thelonious Monk (October 10, 1917 - February 17, 1982) Thelonious Monk with John Coltrane Trinkle ****** 10/9/13 Suffern jbm

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In the window of the pet shop four small faces, lost. Their owners, sick with worry, want them found at any cost. A quad of treasured family pets roaming wild and free, unmindful of the panic they’re causing back in Leigh. A sausage dog called Mini, sleek and burnished dark. She’s likely got a little voice that is more squeak than bark. Tinks: a sturdy Staffie, with a plea on Facebook praying for his safe return his people beg you “have a look” “in your sheds and garages, or in the kids' playhouse. You never know who could be there ‘cos he’s quiet as a mouse”. A grumpy Border Terrier, Underbitten, rough of coat “Bill: a much loved dog, we miss him” in shaky letters wrote. And, last of all, would you believe Someone’s lost their tortoise! He’s been in the family since ‘77 (let’s hope he isn’t corpus). For pets are no mere mortals, nor fallible as we. They’re up there on a pedestal, in anthropomorphic fantasy. Then one day they disappear, our soppy hearts turn wretched. No stick to throw, and if we did none to go and fetch it. On centre stage of family life entangled in our tribe. No separateness of species, always by our side. So if you’re there, or round about And you should chance to see Mini, Tinks or Billy or a tortoise in his mid-thirties. Tell the little pet shop - it’s better late than never - to mend an aching, wretched heart who thought their best friend gone forever.

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Jul 26, 2013

Jul 26, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC

miss-tabitha-devereaux

Lost

In the window of the pet shop four small faces, lost. Their owners, sick with worry, want them found at any cost. A quad of treasured family pets roaming wild and free, unmindful of the panic they’re causing back in Leigh. A sausage dog called Mini, sleek and burnished dark. She’s likely got a little voice that is more squeak than bark. Tinks: a sturdy Staffie, with a plea on Facebook praying for his safe return his people beg you “have a look” “in your sheds and garages, or in the kids' playhouse. You never know who could be there ‘cos he’s quiet as a mouse”. A grumpy Border Terrier, Underbitten, rough of coat “Bill: a much loved dog, we miss him” in shaky letters wrote. And, last of all, would you believe Someone’s lost their tortoise! He’s been in the family since ‘77 (let’s hope he isn’t corpus). For pets are no mere mortals, nor fallible as we. They’re up there on a pedestal, in anthropomorphic fantasy. Then one day they disappear, our soppy hearts turn wretched. No stick to throw, and if we did none to go and fetch it. On centre stage of family life entangled in our tribe. No separateness of species, always by our side. So if you’re there, or round about And you should chance to see Mini, Tinks or Billy or a tortoise in his mid-thirties. Tell the little pet shop - it’s better late than never - to mend an aching, wretched heart who thought their best friend gone forever.

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ah hear da dog a snorin and da heavy breathin a da wolf ah feel da wind a blowin and da chill dats brought in with it ah see da tings dey creepin to da shadows where dey creach ah hear da turtle skootin to da den for shelta from da storm ah feel a mighty shakin comin out chru da broken ground ah see a terrible storm a brewin in da distance waitin out its time ah watch as tings dey change an no always for da best ah see da way dey act when dey done know dey bein watched ah know da tings dey be doin now dey tink meh watchin ah see dey know, dey change dey tings dey do ah feal da change she comin and comin for ya know dey change ah can na keep a runnin away des tings ah went an run to far meh guess is da was da right ting ta do meh goin no betray da love dey sho meh meh tinks ah done right by him ah wont betray ah can feel dah silance an da tension in da air ah know da time she comin for meh but ah hope she no to soon ah see whas goin on an fallin down around meh ah no goin to pretend no more, des tings bother meh so much ah no goin to hold my tongue when ah've been offend'd ah no goin ta take tings da wrong way any more too much time be wasted ah got ta find where ah can stole away from da waves of questions raised ah feel des tings but can na change dem no more than change shes wanted ah hear da dog a snorin gettin after chasen tails ah hear da turtle skootin to da den for winter warmth ah know how what wrong ah've done has come back round ah can see she been cryin she wares it on her sleeve ah can see u no more smilin tryin headed for da bed ah know da whistle ah hear come runnin o da trouble, ah stay out

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Oct 28, 2010

Oct 28, 2010 at 4:59 AM UTC

derick-van-dusen

Da **** Dog He Snore

ah hear da dog a snorin and da heavy breathin a da wolf ah feel da wind a blowin and da chill dats brought in with it ah see da tings dey creepin to da shadows where dey creach ah hear da turtle skootin to da den for shelta from da storm ah feel a mighty shakin comin out chru da broken ground ah see a terrible storm a brewin in da distance waitin out its time ah watch as tings dey change an no always for da best ah see da way dey act when dey done know dey bein watched ah know da tings dey be doin now dey tink meh watchin ah see dey know, dey change dey tings dey do ah feal da change she comin and comin for ya know dey change ah can na keep a runnin away des tings ah went an run to far meh guess is da was da right ting ta do meh goin no betray da love dey sho meh meh tinks ah done right by him ah wont betray ah can feel dah silance an da tension in da air ah know da time she comin for meh but ah hope she no to soon ah see whas goin on an fallin down around meh ah no goin to pretend no more, des tings bother meh so much ah no goin to hold my tongue when ah've been offend'd ah no goin ta take tings da wrong way any more too much time be wasted ah got ta find where ah can stole away from da waves of questions raised ah feel des tings but can na change dem no more than change shes wanted ah hear da dog a snorin gettin after chasen tails ah hear da turtle skootin to da den for winter warmth ah know how what wrong ah've done has come back round ah can see she been cryin she wares it on her sleeve ah can see u no more smilin tryin headed for da bed ah know da whistle ah hear come runnin o da trouble, ah stay out

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. Kimberly Alynn. born too late, still after only one breath too soon the end of May 31, 1986. I had been the only one who knew when you stirred when you felt/heard Beethoven and Vivaldi. I sensed you yearning for harmony, our futures uncertain in that maternity home, but could offer you only me. The world told me I had nothing to give not good enough, choose adoption So I entrusted my treasure to a lifeboat without me. . But maybe you were here for us; because the music of the Heavens pulled you back. Gone, but not yet born. The clock stopped, and the minutes would not relent the suffering. A time of hope, vanished... a hope of beauty, soundless and still, Memorial Day is would-have-been 5, 16, 27 years old. Your life I carried, your future was my young life. now always without you in this incomplete world where I am your broken heart and you are my empty arms. . I am not allowed to say it wasn't-supposed-to-be-this-way since I don't know what you knew and your future was only my dream. . This one night returns every year and this house becomes too small. I ride my motorcycle just to ride, leaning through the curves up the mountain, if I could only keep going the midnight road pure black. until hands too cold, I stop. Silence punctuated by the cooling engine, it gently tinks and I breathe in sacred cool air. . The Big Dipper spills colorful twinkling gems across the valley below. The mountain curves away above my shoulder, her massive peak leaning back fascinated only toward heaven's brilliance, the infinite distance palpable, tangible. The Milky Way tipped sideways, starlight pours down, eternally washing over. Or am I spinning sideways on this small planet in vertigo of re-awakened grief. Galaxies so numerous I count them rise, sparkling as they appear. Even the mountain is so tiny, telling me, see? we are so tiny... . pure volcanic rocks, road, and I are bathed in soft light yet in still perfect cold dark solitude. Only the road's straight white lines glow. my road, yearns up in reflection... Tonight I give you memory, all that I have to give. My baby girl, you are not forgotten. A small wind finds my hands, and my cheek, with its one tear. .

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Nov 26, 2013

Nov 26, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC

match-girl

In Memory

. Kimberly Alynn. born too late, still after only one breath too soon the end of May 31, 1986. I had been the only one who knew when you stirred when you felt/heard Beethoven and Vivaldi. I sensed you yearning for harmony, our futures uncertain in that maternity home, but could offer you only me. The world told me I had nothing to give not good enough, choose adoption So I entrusted my treasure to a lifeboat without me. . But maybe you were here for us; because the music of the Heavens pulled you back. Gone, but not yet born. The clock stopped, and the minutes would not relent the suffering. A time of hope, vanished... a hope of beauty, soundless and still, Memorial Day is would-have-been 5, 16, 27 years old. Your life I carried, your future was my young life. now always without you in this incomplete world where I am your broken heart and you are my empty arms. . I am not allowed to say it wasn't-supposed-to-be-this-way since I don't know what you knew and your future was only my dream. . This one night returns every year and this house becomes too small. I ride my motorcycle just to ride, leaning through the curves up the mountain, if I could only keep going the midnight road pure black. until hands too cold, I stop. Silence punctuated by the cooling engine, it gently tinks and I breathe in sacred cool air. . The Big Dipper spills colorful twinkling gems across the valley below. The mountain curves away above my shoulder, her massive peak leaning back fascinated only toward heaven's brilliance, the infinite distance palpable, tangible. The Milky Way tipped sideways, starlight pours down, eternally washing over. Or am I spinning sideways on this small planet in vertigo of re-awakened grief. Galaxies so numerous I count them rise, sparkling as they appear. Even the mountain is so tiny, telling me, see? we are so tiny... . pure volcanic rocks, road, and I are bathed in soft light yet in still perfect cold dark solitude. Only the road's straight white lines glow. my road, yearns up in reflection... Tonight I give you memory, all that I have to give. My baby girl, you are not forgotten. A small wind finds my hands, and my cheek, with its one tear. .

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Look at me and see what I am Not only am the chief,the house keeper the mother and cloth mending dish washing single parent, I am more than book and education more than one nation and My God has shined on me many times, Cuz He says O sweet child of mines, Look beyond what Men have taught you,Look past wars fought over you,Not me but many have started for the same, A Woman, That's what I am , I am sister and cousin, Auntie and niece,Daughter and Lover don't bring out the Beast, I am more than a *** symbol,Artist or model, More than a page or chapter You might of started.., More than a notch on ya belt, I am more than fist pounding on my face, More than you saying it has to be your way! I'm the grand daughter and great step child, I am the wisdom from generations past the voice to history,I am the present and may-hap the future,You never know, I am slave no more to you or my self, I am Worth more than any-ones wealth,I am courage in a land of lost hope, I am a voice that can't be choked,I am a survivor and A bilingual queen, I am of powerful stuff its more than you'd dream, I am A giver,hardly the taker, I am the love you may of never know or the special one you let go, I am determined and stubborn,I listen ,I seek and I lean, Life's what I make , You can have it your way just as long as you know that I am ME and always will be.., I'm more than submission and More than a follower, I lead on my own and do what My heart say, I ask not for recognition-unless I'm deserving some, I ask for compassion in a Land it seems there's none,I am understanding and self growth,I am the teacher, The student all in one, Can you understand, Ya words can't hurt me cuz I am too proud Even in saddnes I walk with a smile, Ya fist only leave marks now, Ya jealous ways aren't welcomed here, Ya fear has dried all my tears, The pain you thought to inflict on me is beyond you ,I am out of ya reach, I am Woman and I do more than roar my back against the wall and look its time to add up the score.., I am friend and I am desire, I am a head turner,lighting minds on fire.., A mind that tinks all on it's own,Now don't you wish you was king of this throne?.., I care more than I need to but do it my way! I am me and that's Never Gonna Change! Always me Ayeshah

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Jan 27, 2010

Jan 27, 2010 at 10:58 PM UTC

Ayeshah

Never Gonna Change!

Look at me and see what I am Not only am the chief,the house keeper the mother and cloth mending dish washing single parent, I am more than book and education more than one nation and My God has shined on me many times, Cuz He says O sweet child of mines, Look beyond what Men have taught you,Look past wars fought over you,Not me but many have started for the same, A Woman, That's what I am , I am sister and cousin, Auntie and niece,Daughter and Lover don't bring out the Beast, I am more than a *** symbol,Artist or model, More than a page or chapter You might of started.., More than a notch on ya belt, I am more than fist pounding on my face, More than you saying it has to be your way! I'm the grand daughter and great step child, I am the wisdom from generations past the voice to history,I am the present and may-hap the future,You never know, I am slave no more to you or my self, I am Worth more than any-ones wealth,I am courage in a land of lost hope, I am a voice that can't be choked,I am a survivor and A bilingual queen, I am of powerful stuff its more than you'd dream, I am A giver,hardly the taker, I am the love you may of never know or the special one you let go, I am determined and stubborn,I listen ,I seek and I lean, Life's what I make , You can have it your way just as long as you know that I am ME and always will be.., I'm more than submission and More than a follower, I lead on my own and do what My heart say, I ask not for recognition-unless I'm deserving some, I ask for compassion in a Land it seems there's none,I am understanding and self growth,I am the teacher, The student all in one, Can you understand, Ya words can't hurt me cuz I am too proud Even in saddnes I walk with a smile, Ya fist only leave marks now, Ya jealous ways aren't welcomed here, Ya fear has dried all my tears, The pain you thought to inflict on me is beyond you ,I am out of ya reach, I am Woman and I do more than roar my back against the wall and look its time to add up the score.., I am friend and I am desire, I am a head turner,lighting minds on fire.., A mind that tinks all on it's own,Now don't you wish you was king of this throne?.., I care more than I need to but do it my way! I am me and that's Never Gonna Change! Always me Ayeshah

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Imagine how utterly terrifying would the whole universe be if there was a faceless clock. Just faceless clocks. That dictated the way earth shall be lived in the most minimalistic sense. No hour hand, no tinks, no tick-tocks and no numbers. That will allow us to regretfully or mercifully go on. The gears and everything are in place. But there is nothing. Just silence that will deafen your ears. Silence that your screams cannot pierce. Yes, that is me now. I have no bearing, no sure sense. Simply lost. Tick-tock.

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Dec 11, 2013

Dec 11, 2013 at 4:28 AM UTC

amanda-27

The Faceless Clock

Imagine how utterly terrifying would the whole universe be if there was a faceless clock. Just faceless clocks. That dictated the way earth shall be lived in the most minimalistic sense. No hour hand, no tinks, no tick-tocks and no numbers. That will allow us to regretfully or mercifully go on. The gears and everything are in place. But there is nothing. Just silence that will deafen your ears. Silence that your screams cannot pierce. Yes, that is me now. I have no bearing, no sure sense. Simply lost. Tick-tock.

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i. i jar spare change for my trip home. it’s moved away from me recently, it sleeps across concrete rivers now. i jar my change for the ferryman, he will recognize me soon. i will make this migration often, and soon he will wink at me when i come to sit in his boat- he knows what’s pulling me down the river. and when i come collapse into your arms, my weariness will melt away, wicking away in the warmth of you. and i’ll be home, for a while. ii. ice clenched between my teeth i pull away from you ferryman doesn’t wink this time. he knows how bitter it is. iii. my spare change tink-tinks into the bottom of my jar. the cold on my skin is worth it. summer wouldn’t be as sweet without the snow.

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Aug 20, 2018

Aug 20, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC

carlisle

happy jar

i. i jar spare change for my trip home. it’s moved away from me recently, it sleeps across concrete rivers now. i jar my change for the ferryman, he will recognize me soon. i will make this migration often, and soon he will wink at me when i come to sit in his boat- he knows what’s pulling me down the river. and when i come collapse into your arms, my weariness will melt away, wicking away in the warmth of you. and i’ll be home, for a while. ii. ice clenched between my teeth i pull away from you ferryman doesn’t wink this time. he knows how bitter it is. iii. my spare change tink-tinks into the bottom of my jar. the cold on my skin is worth it. summer wouldn’t be as sweet without the snow.

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The Flying Illini again Nichols, Morgan, Tinks, Black, go up and sometimes come down with it - Will Groce's job be saved? Even Lucas, Hill, Abrams, and TCL at guard can get up there. Rebounding has definitely improved for the Illini over the years and means so much It even seems to me to help their free throwing. The Illini have long been a ****** in rebounding not so this year Hear ye, hear ye The Illinois big men will be.

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC

charles-sturies

Grace and Leaping: An Insight or Two into Fighting Illini Basketball 2017

The Flying Illini again Nichols, Morgan, Tinks, Black, go up and sometimes come down with it - Will Groce's job be saved? Even Lucas, Hill, Abrams, and TCL at guard can get up there. Rebounding has definitely improved for the Illini over the years and means so much It even seems to me to help their free throwing. The Illini have long been a ****** in rebounding not so this year Hear ye, hear ye The Illinois big men will be.

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There's a steel drum playing loudly in the valley, the tinks are infectious and lively The shadows are rolling down the cliff with the breeze, everything is right in the world we know to be true and sane The thicket is dry and full of keawe thorns, the bush is rustling with critters that show their fangs in the twilight hours Our dogs are satisfied with the cool evening gentle wind gusts while the shores are still being lapped from the strong Pacific currents The day was difficult due to the heat, when this happens we all suffer The streams of sunlight dwindle and night settles in. The night owls make their runs to town and back, while the guard dog is chained and fast asleep The night is long and only gives way to only the heat of the mid-morning sun, the birds chirp again See!! The world is correct while we sleep, while we are active and while we breathe the Kona winds off the cold Pacific waters. Nothing in life is just one event. It's merely the rhythm of life that occurs.

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Jul 24, 2019

Jul 24, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC

vierra

Man No Sober

There's a steel drum playing loudly in the valley, the tinks are infectious and lively The shadows are rolling down the cliff with the breeze, everything is right in the world we know to be true and sane The thicket is dry and full of keawe thorns, the bush is rustling with critters that show their fangs in the twilight hours Our dogs are satisfied with the cool evening gentle wind gusts while the shores are still being lapped from the strong Pacific currents The day was difficult due to the heat, when this happens we all suffer The streams of sunlight dwindle and night settles in. The night owls make their runs to town and back, while the guard dog is chained and fast asleep The night is long and only gives way to only the heat of the mid-morning sun, the birds chirp again See!! The world is correct while we sleep, while we are active and while we breathe the Kona winds off the cold Pacific waters. Nothing in life is just one event. It's merely the rhythm of life that occurs.

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