Abacus Poems - Poems about Abacus

...The muse has no fingers Possesses no internal abacus Cannot fathom fractious patterns …take one word from line A And two from line B Skip line C Use it as line D Drop C into C With six yo......

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...blinkered by formal training counting bright abacus beads of syllables mindful not to step on cracks— rhythm is everything the audience c h e e r s !!! the runner-up jeers— ......

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...To, William Arthur Philip Louis If there was just one thing I could change I would request an odd divinity to ferment in an Elixir Which never intoxicate, nor take the state beyond rationality ......

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...In vast realm between both false realities efforts of a strained bowel movement collapse like the arithmetic dreams of abacus beads. Arthritic persistence contemplates procrastination while stil......

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...Abacus My abacus frame will only hold tiny monk heads on her metal rods. ......

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... I, eye, with my little spy, the colors of the abacus. The woolen pattern and bobbling often for a poncho, a season They were giggling throughout my first semester Got a little bit dim in the n......

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...If there was just one thing I could change I would request an odd divinity to ferment in an Elixir Which never intoxicate, nor take the state beyond rationality No one is an aftermath of coping, c......

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... To wallow in the fires is a tempting surrender. A swan dive into the maelstromic implode of mushroom clouds, return to sender. If I let it take me into its vespered aqua......

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... The junk drawer of my mind processes MOMENTO, like golden Ark Dulcimer, Cimbalom that shatters the font of unfinished sound, into pixels of mime, song bound, PUZZLE PIECE orchestrated by the ......

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...What is the age of reality itself Older than a metaphor Unreferenced on a shelf What is the distance unmeasured from within Spoken of but never seen A poets dying whim What is time u......

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... Words are emotion's instrument, language elementals playing verse's lament, consciousness', lined segment. Like a Toon, in idea delineation, incharacterizing, crystalizes styl......

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... Bustling Tavern, din of thieves, prattles sounds, like mini battles of Sorcery, at mosaic of vomit tapestry. Endowing all sorts in your bosom ......

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...Lion Not only king of jungle But lone like a back bencher Must find subsitence Or die like a crow Lone in wild abacus Must not show his sorrows Or other animals will call him weak......

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...Lion Not only king of jungle But lone like a back bencher Must find subsitence Or die like a crow Lone in wild abacus Must not show his sorrows Or other animals will call him weak......

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...Lust's Sickness throws off the yoke, of cure? Defiant in-body, pleasures obscure. A mask, of pride, a lost soul-in vogue capture, a hell-ride in the belly of a beastly whore. The salt crystal......

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