Best Inch Poems

"Nine Inch Nails, Ten Pins and the Purl Stitch"



She takes the cake 
they offer, chewing too rapidly, 
she Shrews when she speaks 
I’ll beat warpath drums, she says, 
no mistake

I’m a groper ... goody two shoes
she says

mouth wide open
songs problematic 
she's done and she's gone
a stitch loose in the weave
drop one pearl one 

dropped 
gone

for...

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A story in The Times about
Admittance into clubs
Discussed the people who’d get in –
No luck for average schlubs.

You have to dress in certain clothes
And have the right cachet;
If not, you’ll not get past the rope,
No matter what you say.

What really got to me the most,
Describing women’s dress,
Was mentioning the shoes they’d need
To guarantee success.

Of course,...

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Heaven has not left
the long dead bone,
alert mouse whiskers,
still move the seven seas.

At the beginning and the end
there is nothing to come,
that has not come and is.

Mammoths stride
a thousand leagues,
over a single blade of grass.
One small sparrow -
an Ark for infinity.

All that is,
is but one single event.

The speckled hen
lays worlds within worlds.

The unbridled beaks of...

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When a challenge feels like a hex
won’t even try, it’s too complex
take this approach, it is a chinch
Little by little – inch by inch

First impressions are often wrong
solution found, before too long
the proven way, when in a pinch 
Little by little – inch by inch

Complex issue, when broken down
a set of basics is what’s found
take...

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Earthworm creeps along,
recent rains invite it to explore
the wonders of the outdoors,
a robin eyes the early morning
morsel with its slithering and segmented 
movement while circling above its prey,
every inch is a mile for the worm
as it reaches an oaken bucket on the
saturated ground while its feathery hunter 
swoops down for its early morning carnivorous feed,
the...

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            As the leaves from the trees
                        in Autumn
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blue jay’s desire
her predicament is dire …
inch worm on a wire...

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The wind
Sudden bluster
Lever, balance, employ
Changing direction without thought
Pull-down...

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Turning to face reality
a mirror tells no lie,
with no way to hide it
how can one even try

The image of myself 
not one of perfection, 
and still I can see you
in that gray reflection 

Every inch of yourself 
was not meant to be seen,
the wise woman knows
what is hidden in between

Every inch it overlaps 
what matters...

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LIFE CYCLES BY INCH CRAWINGG CATERPILLAR TO A RADIANT BEAUTIFUL COLORFUL BUTTERFLY

 life cycles by inch
crawling caterpillar grows
by inch life cycles 

crawling inch by inch
 caterpillar spawn scoots on
inching, inching on


 nibbling off leaves
 flowers, grasses, flowers, trees
 now beautiful Butterfly now flies

soaring bright adorn
life cycle butterflies flies
colorful insect

5/08/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr....

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Nine Inch Nails, Brain Pain

Nine Inch Nails Driven In My Brain 

 I stopped waiting on earthen fruit,
 guns to fire but I can not shoot.
 Nine inch nails driven into my brain,
 snails crawling in thick bloody rain.

 I stopped asking for sweetened lies,
 sickness baked within hollow pies.
 Cuts embraced to feel the...

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falling back
water envelopes me 
i am surrounded by nothing 
nothing but the quiet of the 
soundlessness  of the confined water space
it surrounds me like a coffin
burying me in a stinging grave
blackness enters my mind
cold enters me, and starts to grind;
 at my bones, inch by inch
away from the pain
i cannot flinch
it takes me over
inch...

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A little forthright butternut fruit cake was sat on embroidered picnic rug. Basking in the sun whilst chatting to a jam pot. Beyond the knitted trees of custard lays the artichoke of buttered llamas. To decipher a stone is to roll over sixty three times down a mountain but mountains mumble making musical mantras and...

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A QUARTER OF AN INCH AT A TIME
                             (A Song for Susan)
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The 42 Inch Hallway

We’re stepping along the musty hallway now.
I am taking us on a fast-moving memory ride;
A mind-bending groovy slide to 1965,
When Dylan music was seeping loudly like a germ,
Down the green-carpeted hallway of my youth, from
Within the record-filled yellow room of my older brother,
Keeper of a hundred LP records with covers picturing gods.

“Turn...

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