Best Nodules Poems

The knots have knots…God?
Threads of needing, want, desire;
passion spent on barren sod
left to burn on flaming pyre.

God, the knots have knots?
Nodes and nodules, full of...

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POTATO PEELER

I want to peel potatoes all day long. 
I love peeling potatoes because of their lovely round shape 
and their lovely little nodules. I...

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Her feet haven't danced across the meadow
Nodules prevent dancing and walking is strenuous
Mental fuzziness skews the facts
His smile is a fresh memory etched like a...

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Once manifested on the 
heel of Adagio in G major,
balancés and assemblés from 
the back hand. Baryshnikov told
me to flatten my stomach, so I 
repressed...

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AGE comes upon. us gradually,realisation
hits us all of a sudden.Hearing no longer
acute,coments and questions will need a
repeat for our world is no longer distinct.
One day...

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A little coughing fit I told myself
And wiped that worry off the shelf
Then shortness of breath begin
In the hospital is where I am
Arms all full...

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Children like to craft things,
but then they start to grow.
Pretty soon they’re old
and strange things start to show.

Hair in wrong places
Wrinkles on faces
Bulbous modules
Bilious nodules

When...

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Noetic nodules
negate numerative noir
negotiable needs...

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She is pompous, arrogant,
One sided. Espousing prophetic nonsense 
Self-assured for no reason whatsoever
I listen to her internal volcano
Trying to conquer me in one of her...

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My essence dangled in
Time's barren boughs
And winds of emotions
Passed hurling silence 
Rising from crypt
My eyes fixed on hourglass
Watching trapped moments
In nodules of despair
And the strange...

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THE RUDIMENTS OF WINGS

Barely stubs,
these soul nodules, 
not yet protruding the surface,
still part of the wormlike me.
The force of metamorphosis 
thrusts hard against filmy chrysalis;
meconium...

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The knots have knots…”God!?”
Threads of needing, want, desire;
shoots and branches, root and rote,
fragile tendrils, planted in deficient soil.

“God, the knots have knots?”
Nodes and nodules, full...

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AGE 
    comes upon us all
gradually realisation
      hits      all of a sudden
Hearing...

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the hidden ones delight my senses
increase my smell nodules
exude expectations
of what faeries, pixies and muses can do

The hidden ones help me prance in my head
keeping...

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