Best Nibs Poems

Day in, and day out, from the ripe old age of five
I’ve take to sharp objects and whittled at their sides.

Plotting the precise angle with...

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"Notes on a Wrist" 

the pulse felt
under nibs
of fingertips
translates a life

the semicolan
stretches like 
the devil
hungers 

it can 
wait a long time
eternally feeding you
drip by drip

ever...

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Broken World



When the lies were injected 
into the veins of innocence
blue feathered quills 
dipped their nibs 
into the ink of golden stories
stalked by trolls 
dragging...

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I love to sketch with a pen and ink;
to feel the flow of the lines that I think;
 as they pour their way down my...

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I heard taunting echoes and scurrilous snarls.
It was my conscience, and I listened as it spoke
in accusations, contemptible remarks aimed at me.
Shameful words delivered to...

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Inkwells in desks with lift-uplids
Tables written out with old pen nibs

Noses pressed flat on the window glass
our pockets tinkling ,full of brass

Exploring fields across the...

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As I listen to the lark’s surreal melody to her mate.
I wonder does she ever feel there’s too much on her plate?

Ever beside him juggling,...

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YESTERDAYS

Inkwells in desks with lift-uplids
Tables written out with old pen nibs

Noses pressed flat on the window glass
our pockets tinkling ,full of brass

Exploring fields across the...

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"BLACK CAT"



SILENCE
prowls on soft paws 
with sharp claws
Cutting up the 
Middle Road
Dark shadow moves 
SILIENCE
In absentia 
Empty Absynthe
Puncture wounds
Cold wind blows
Over tracks
Skids softly
like warm 
gants...

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 Great idea here
Let’s open a Haiku Shoppe
They go great with beer

Easy to find I’m told
They hide under nibs of pens
Don’t let them get old

To...

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About a month or two ago I had this great idea.
To open up a Haiku Shoppe – kinda like a cafeteria.
 I knew they were...

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"The Forgotten and Fluctuations of Awareness" 

When the crime 
was committed,
the writing 
was already on the wall,

no one listened. 
It climbed insidiously
out through the cracks
like...

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I am a cheap pen, living
In your pencil box, which you keep unlocked
So that someone steals, cause a new one rocks
I have been, used to...

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Embrace the new technologies, 
acquiring knowledge as your goal, 
in the realm of search and seizure 
feed your mind, refresh your soul. 

Social Media and...

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well, woman has been around for a while
  hypno-teasing men with her wicked smile
  been known by many names starting with Eve
 ...

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