"toggles" poems - Hello Poetry

A harsh wind kisses my fingers into sleeping. Blurring the movement on the toggles of an anorak, But my eyes dart quick, oiled and fleeting, searching for my beloved old salt, looking back. Funny, how in those footprints, the piercing night that bites the ears and cries can feel as soft as sheets washed in the light of the moon, pulled by the tide. this darkness which surrounds us. it makes the world one of thrashing silhouettes And as the earth breathes in gusts It gives calmness to a mind, to comfortably forget this, lulled swoon of nature pulsating hits the windows, we can't help to be animated. we cannot be closed to it, cannot obscure it the call of the waves that past fishermen created. pausing, that sun-baked, sinuous arm rose and peering through his cigarette smoke specters. the steam of my own breathing, softly froze As the sky illuminated my weary lenses. the theatre of sky before us fight light polluted filling My mind left wandering like waking sleep. These gladiators of light bleed ochre from shining artillery, Their particles drifting into the night's sea, so deep. Sparks spat by suns lie suspended above me held like dew in nets of celestial string. as the sunlight comes peering through these the intensity in a pinprick, unearthly passion within. lancing the sky too are spears of my dreaming as neon cobras strike and churn to flee. these heaven-borne beings carving visual song Cutting luminescent pathways into my memory. The soundless iron giant is now still as a caryatid. Holding me before that blacksmith showered light. an artist plucks flaming dewdrops from the wind illuminating my foray into this night. I sensed a small piece of gene pierce his yang a black taint to his overall brightness. In my black yin a spark from him i hang and I'm proud of the infections we posses. As he narrates this landscape, he narrates himself. a new side to a shape I felt I knew. As far into feelings as his masculine paradigm delved like a square’s seventh face, always hidden from view.

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Sep 2, 2013

Sep 2, 2013 at 6:37 PM UTC

harry-randle-marsh

Our Night Planes

A harsh wind kisses my fingers into sleeping. Blurring the movement on the toggles of an anorak, But my eyes dart quick, oiled and fleeting, searching for my beloved old salt, looking back. Funny, how in those footprints, the piercing night that bites the ears and cries can feel as soft as sheets washed in the light of the moon, pulled by the tide. this darkness which surrounds us. it makes the world one of thrashing silhouettes And as the earth breathes in gusts It gives calmness to a mind, to comfortably forget this, lulled swoon of nature pulsating hits the windows, we can't help to be animated. we cannot be closed to it, cannot obscure it the call of the waves that past fishermen created. pausing, that sun-baked, sinuous arm rose and peering through his cigarette smoke specters. the steam of my own breathing, softly froze As the sky illuminated my weary lenses. the theatre of sky before us fight light polluted filling My mind left wandering like waking sleep. These gladiators of light bleed ochre from shining artillery, Their particles drifting into the night's sea, so deep. Sparks spat by suns lie suspended above me held like dew in nets of celestial string. as the sunlight comes peering through these the intensity in a pinprick, unearthly passion within. lancing the sky too are spears of my dreaming as neon cobras strike and churn to flee. these heaven-borne beings carving visual song Cutting luminescent pathways into my memory. The soundless iron giant is now still as a caryatid. Holding me before that blacksmith showered light. an artist plucks flaming dewdrops from the wind illuminating my foray into this night. I sensed a small piece of gene pierce his yang a black taint to his overall brightness. In my black yin a spark from him i hang and I'm proud of the infections we posses. As he narrates this landscape, he narrates himself. a new side to a shape I felt I knew. As far into feelings as his masculine paradigm delved like a square’s seventh face, always hidden from view.

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A thin film of air quarantines the words, And toggles them into reverse, Settling them back under the tongues. The eardrums condensed by a deep warble, Nothing heard, nothing said, The pupils swelling like planets through a telescope lens, Tired eyes gazing, as time flings itself in sepia and grain, Planting memories of twilights on a park bench after a rusty Monday, As you looked over a five year old dressed as a ballerina, Of subtle brushes of the fingertips, While you walk into the grocery shop in your robe, The throat starts to build a lump, And translating it into a warm feeling, You stay rooted, As, The eyes, Watch, Un-love, Wait, Listen, Surrender, And love again, In Radio silence.

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Aug 29, 2018

Aug 29, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC

Theotherstory

Radiosilence.

A thin film of air quarantines the words, And toggles them into reverse, Settling them back under the tongues. The eardrums condensed by a deep warble, Nothing heard, nothing said, The pupils swelling like planets through a telescope lens, Tired eyes gazing, as time flings itself in sepia and grain, Planting memories of twilights on a park bench after a rusty Monday, As you looked over a five year old dressed as a ballerina, Of subtle brushes of the fingertips, While you walk into the grocery shop in your robe, The throat starts to build a lump, And translating it into a warm feeling, You stay rooted, As, The eyes, Watch, Un-love, Wait, Listen, Surrender, And love again, In Radio silence.

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My sweater is torn. And its January. She can sew. She taught herself on a Sunday afternoon last July. My sleeve caught on the door handle as I left. It was trying to stop me, Hold me back, teach me a lesson. The handle took my button. I didn’t care. I could go back and get it. But not today. I’ll fix it. Stars, toggles, squares, Pink, blue, white, navy. I find a grey circle. The thread finds its way Through the four chambers Of the button. Atrium to ventricle. Ventricle to atrium. I double knot it. She can sew. I didn’t care. And now I wear my button on my sleeve.

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Sep 21, 2011

Sep 21, 2011 at 3:57 AM UTC

solange

Chambers

My sweater is torn. And its January. She can sew. She taught herself on a Sunday afternoon last July. My sleeve caught on the door handle as I left. It was trying to stop me, Hold me back, teach me a lesson. The handle took my button. I didn’t care. I could go back and get it. But not today. I’ll fix it. Stars, toggles, squares, Pink, blue, white, navy. I find a grey circle. The thread finds its way Through the four chambers Of the button. Atrium to ventricle. Ventricle to atrium. I double knot it. She can sew. I didn’t care. And now I wear my button on my sleeve.

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It was only yesterday I can remember my loneliness Until I saw my sunshine Going down across the way The moon shines bright Against those evening clouds When they clear and steer away That’s where majestic go and fly My shadows circle and die Even they utter and cry No matter how hard you try You can’t have all your dreams An occasional reckless scream In the distance I try to listen Mixed morals sound and glisten Shut my eyes while I try The suns usual rotation A God or natural creation Understanding Life and above Is like capturing your love Even those that taught you so Tell you not to lie but theirs glow Whether it’s a songbird or a crow Sometimes you got to let it flow The sky always waits No matter how bad the wake Never ever trying to take You, me, and nothing more My mind toggles and boggles Good and bad being smuggled Trying to erase and start anew What’s left that I can see? You said there's nothing to fear Even though I was never held close, It doesn't matter my heart was splattered and nailed up on plaster Shooting star across the way Reminds me you didn't stay So I’ll never forget That my sunshine’s gone away

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Aug 8, 2010

Aug 8, 2010 at 10:05 PM UTC

hank-roberts

Doggy Style

It was only yesterday I can remember my loneliness Until I saw my sunshine Going down across the way The moon shines bright Against those evening clouds When they clear and steer away That’s where majestic go and fly My shadows circle and die Even they utter and cry No matter how hard you try You can’t have all your dreams An occasional reckless scream In the distance I try to listen Mixed morals sound and glisten Shut my eyes while I try The suns usual rotation A God or natural creation Understanding Life and above Is like capturing your love Even those that taught you so Tell you not to lie but theirs glow Whether it’s a songbird or a crow Sometimes you got to let it flow The sky always waits No matter how bad the wake Never ever trying to take You, me, and nothing more My mind toggles and boggles Good and bad being smuggled Trying to erase and start anew What’s left that I can see? You said there's nothing to fear Even though I was never held close, It doesn't matter my heart was splattered and nailed up on plaster Shooting star across the way Reminds me you didn't stay So I’ll never forget That my sunshine’s gone away

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It was only yesterday I can remember my loneliness Until I saw my sunshine Going down across the way The moon shines bright Against those evening clouds When they clear and steer away That’s where majestic go and fly My shadows circle and die Even they utter and cry No matter how hard you try You can’t have all your dreams An occasional reckless scream In the distance I try to listen Mixed morals sound and glisten Shut my eyes while I try The suns usual rotation A God or natural creation Understanding Life and above Is like capturing your love Even those that taught you so Tell you not to lie but theirs glow Whether it’s a songbird or a crow Sometimes you got to let it flow The sky always waits No matter how bad the wake Never ever trying to take You, me, and nothing more My mind toggles and boggles Good and bad being smuggled Trying to erase and start anew What’s left that I can see? Shooting star across the way Wishing that you’d stay So I’ll never forget That my sunshine’s gone away

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Aug 18, 2010

Aug 18, 2010 at 7:16 PM UTC

hank-roberts

Sunshine

It was only yesterday I can remember my loneliness Until I saw my sunshine Going down across the way The moon shines bright Against those evening clouds When they clear and steer away That’s where majestic go and fly My shadows circle and die Even they utter and cry No matter how hard you try You can’t have all your dreams An occasional reckless scream In the distance I try to listen Mixed morals sound and glisten Shut my eyes while I try The suns usual rotation A God or natural creation Understanding Life and above Is like capturing your love Even those that taught you so Tell you not to lie but theirs glow Whether it’s a songbird or a crow Sometimes you got to let it flow The sky always waits No matter how bad the wake Never ever trying to take You, me, and nothing more My mind toggles and boggles Good and bad being smuggled Trying to erase and start anew What’s left that I can see? Shooting star across the way Wishing that you’d stay So I’ll never forget That my sunshine’s gone away

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Maria Messier, a registered nurse turned entrepreneur based in Clifton Park, said she has “created a solution to a “growing” problem.” Though she has been a nurse for 15 years, Messier said she has always had “an entrepreneurial mind.” After having four children and experiencing the discomforts of pregnancy during harsh northeastern winters, Messier decided to come up with her own solution to a problem pregnant women have been dealing with for ages — how to make your winter coat fit as you grow through your pregnancy, without buying a huge coat you won’t ever wear again. She realizes maternity coats are nice, but noted not everyone can afford to buy a new coat for their pregnancy. “They are expensive and are used for such a short time,” she said. She calls it the Extendher and it can be used during pregnancies and after for holding your baby hands-free. It is an extending panel which clips onto outerwear with a zipper. According to their website, the product has adjustable pull toggles to ensure a great fit throughout each stage of pregnancy. Having experienced the frustrations of coats that refused to zip first-hand, Messier began to wonder why something like the Extendher did not already exist. She shared the idea with her aunt, Joanne Frank of Schenectady, at a family gathering. Frank, who worked as a fashion designer for 40 years, told her niece, “You are on to something,” and agreed to create the first prototype. “After many tweaks and changes, our final extendher was born,” said Messier. She said the best part is that you can still use the product after having a baby by using it as a baby carrier. The Extendher is not only for expectant mothers, but can also be worn by fathers, grandparents and babysitters. Messier said “Babywearing is huge right now, so customers really love this option.” The Extendher comes in a variety of colors. Heavyweight and lightweight options are available for different seasons. The business, Extendher LLC, became official in 2015. Messier said their product has been featured on Elaine Houston’s “Today’s Women” on News Channel 13, WNYT. “Most importantly,” said Messier, “we are 100 percent made in the USA, manufactured in upstate NY.” The Extendhers are being manufactured in Little Falls, New York.Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-sydney

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Mar 4, 2016

Mar 4, 2016 at 2:16 AM UTC

judy-smith

Local women create Extendher

Maria Messier, a registered nurse turned entrepreneur based in Clifton Park, said she has “created a solution to a “growing” problem.” Though she has been a nurse for 15 years, Messier said she has always had “an entrepreneurial mind.” After having four children and experiencing the discomforts of pregnancy during harsh northeastern winters, Messier decided to come up with her own solution to a problem pregnant women have been dealing with for ages — how to make your winter coat fit as you grow through your pregnancy, without buying a huge coat you won’t ever wear again. She realizes maternity coats are nice, but noted not everyone can afford to buy a new coat for their pregnancy. “They are expensive and are used for such a short time,” she said. She calls it the Extendher and it can be used during pregnancies and after for holding your baby hands-free. It is an extending panel which clips onto outerwear with a zipper. According to their website, the product has adjustable pull toggles to ensure a great fit throughout each stage of pregnancy. Having experienced the frustrations of coats that refused to zip first-hand, Messier began to wonder why something like the Extendher did not already exist. She shared the idea with her aunt, Joanne Frank of Schenectady, at a family gathering. Frank, who worked as a fashion designer for 40 years, told her niece, “You are on to something,” and agreed to create the first prototype. “After many tweaks and changes, our final extendher was born,” said Messier. She said the best part is that you can still use the product after having a baby by using it as a baby carrier. The Extendher is not only for expectant mothers, but can also be worn by fathers, grandparents and babysitters. Messier said “Babywearing is huge right now, so customers really love this option.” The Extendher comes in a variety of colors. Heavyweight and lightweight options are available for different seasons. The business, Extendher LLC, became official in 2015. Messier said their product has been featured on Elaine Houston’s “Today’s Women” on News Channel 13, WNYT. “Most importantly,” said Messier, “we are 100 percent made in the USA, manufactured in upstate NY.” The Extendhers are being manufactured in Little Falls, New York.Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-sydney

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The light becomes stronger the shorter the day the longer I stay and the longer the day that I long to long away and in the longing belonging a song starts recording affording no respite the strength of the daylight defeats me night completes in me the circle.

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Jul 22, 2016

Jul 22, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Toggles

The light becomes stronger the shorter the day the longer I stay and the longer the day that I long to long away and in the longing belonging a song starts recording affording no respite the strength of the daylight defeats me night completes in me the circle.

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