Best Dribs Poems

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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Silly Sally sells books, this week there's a sale -
               New titles each Friday; I go without fail.
          This book took the...

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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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There is no ‘you’ or ‘I’
Except that you choose
to call the fat clouds a name
and make them feel like overlords upon the others.

And, there is neither ‘you’ nor ‘I’
when we collect in droplets into rain
and percolate the crevices between rocks and questions.

The free flowing water...

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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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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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Vast skies, the tiny drop’s soul now ascending
Dying, to heaven helplessly heading
On the ground,a corps, dried, into vapor turning.
Hard-hearted heat, its flesh mercilessly still biting.

A condoling cloud the driblet’s life saving
Caring,on its back with compassion carrying
Fleshier, stouter ,stronger everyday growing
Looking down revenge on earthlings swearing.

The...

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Hardly venture into such verse.
In her bedroom, she wrote her curse.
She despised bright pupils at Yale.
If water drops could tell their tale.

She went on long walks in the drought.
They urged her to blend in and flout.
In gray rain, she went past wan shale.
If water drops...

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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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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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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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In dribs and drabs, in fits and starts,
the elders slowly congregate;
in the common room of the seniors' home,
they patiently sit and wait.
Some are wheeled in, some simply shuffle
in orderly fashion, without kerfuffle.

They've all been told
there's "gonna be a show"
put off by some "young people"
who (chances...

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I’m not on social media
And yet I have a group
Of buddies I have never met;
I know them from the Soup.

We comment on each other’s poems
And through each varied post,
We learn, in dribs and drabs, about
What matters to us most.

My fellow poets span the globe
And one...

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