Best Drabs Poems

Rushing through each day, as if I had not a care,
head long toward the sun screaming, "catch me if you dare."
Dripping drabs of liquid sunshine burn my deft eye.

While seeking answers to the question, why, why! Why?
Into the sun I run, my skin so hot...

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This you see is a draft
Minds little notes of lines and verse
In dribs and drabs
In prose, I stab and stab

Repeating oft said words
Expressions rehashed to be reheard
Yearning only for that one to see
This my attempt at being me

The ebb and flow of a sadness boat
Feeble...

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ripples of water torture accepted
the wrinkle of time descending
mannahly marantic romance
torticollis dribs and drabs of syringe
honey’d seeds remain; cakes fade away
dawn will erase; placidity will forget
but the depths release their seamonsters
reflected in the honeymoon, between palms
with firework stars overhead; eternal bliss

9/25/2020
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 Translation of Eric Mottram’s Poem 33 in Interrogation Rooms by T. Wignesan

33.  on a vu un homme courir/ de la scène de crime un homme est maintenant en train d’aider/ la police avec leurs instruments/ devrais-je dire l’enquête criminelle/ intérrogations/ ceci fait partie...

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Now ladies and gents, let's bring no offense
to the lads that wear tightly clad drabs
They liked the film Kinky Boots
And have watched The Full Monty
So now they dance naked and/or dress drag!...

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You make the minutes dribble
Down the meanderings of time
First drizzling 
Then dripping
In dribs and drabs
Then dropping 
In driblets
That drain the hours
And drown the days 
And I
With my drowsy eyes
My drifting mind
And shaking hand
Turn a deaf ear
To the hue and cry
To the whys
And the wherefores
of your...

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I flipped through the pages of my brain
Hoping the words would spill out from the notes.
Although I didn’t know the letters to play
But once it pops up, I would surely know.

Ideas started dropping in dribs and drabs
But none could wet the ground of my desire.
Its...

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Aerial dribs and drabs, a sidewalk canvas
As a toddler chases bubbles her mother blows
       from confectionary soap,
Fluttering fluidity in spring air

Child's laugh, a mosaic of innocence, discovery and glee
Her run after each globe, unsteady, twisted gravity
Her footwork shifts in...

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Stands a beautiful tree firmly with its gracious branches and boughs 
On a bank of a running or on an edge of round pond 
May be it is on the skirt of triangular lake 
Natural or artificial 
Or it is in the middle of an...

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The concept of emptiness 
The vanity of vanity 
What is enjoyment in you 
The opaque that walks in the night 
Like a strange soul upon the stygian bank 
Wallowing in the pool of abomination 
Dribs and drabs man is dashing away 
Like smoke in the...

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“TIME”
Time is life and necessary
It inhales in dribs and drabs
It exhales colossally-
It is gradual and progressive
It is time, he hiccups and talks
He sucks and chews
She crawls and walks
It is time she learns and drives
Time is work
And should be hold tenaciously
For it is shimmering but billowing
When...

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I slip into a circle 
Or a circle becomes my surrounding 
With certainty i can’t tell you 
Now I feel the avoidance 
The criminal negligence 
And the cruel apathy 
From the vibrant neighbours 
Eating, sleeping and hoarding 
Laughing at the cost of dignity 
To tell...

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I suppose I did stretch it out fine - gossamer lines 
running from my mouth out of me in dribs n drabs

    in that sort of slow motion 

         you see before you really...

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Icicles arrested in time freeze over tears cried and abandoned
               they shear and fear in torn abandon when solutions have dried 
and our mind’s flow screams in silence as a dark...

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Midnight
   and the darkened silence 
 dreams
   waking in shadows
looking for you.

Morning rises
  slow and steady in the sky
 burning
  inner passions
seeking for you.

Mid afternoon
  falls in dribs and drabs
 tearing
  in hot summer sun
waiting for you.

Mid...

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