Best Pencil It In Poems

My pencil plays in my hand....

                                       Outside...

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Dear New Poet Friend,

Modern poetry challenges traditional, tired monologues.
My advice; make your writing energetic, eccentric, and eclectic!
Explore exciting words that reinvent the world in new colors.

Your reader wants an unforgettable experience in their otherwise ordinary existence.  “Shake the norm and create a storm.” ...

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Guided by the writer's hand
it skates across page after page,
in complete abandon, 
relishing the journey.

A short visit now and then 
to the cut of the blade,
its red-lacquered coat 
shredded to shavings.

Down to the nub, its eraser gone,
a last soft gasp,
a Frisbee fling into the trash.

Its...

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I borrowed your favorite pencil
and broke it right in half
I'm sure you really needed it 
yet now its in the trash
I know I should have asked you
it just didn't cross my mind
forgive me please for I was angry
and the snap of the wood sounded pleasant
and...

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MEMORY TRIGGERED BY A PURPLE PENCIL
A reponse to Caren Krutsinger’s Pay the Purple Pencil Penalty Please

sick
in bed
not now
then

daddy
worked for
i.b.m.

simpler times
not now
but
then

to soothe
my pain
dad
brought home
a
glitzy pen

decorations
that lit
up
my eyes

danced me
back
to health

poet
in me
perked up,
colors

could have been
kaleidoscopically
whirling ~
a
mirror ball
treasure,

rainbow crystals
glittering
on the ceiling,
tactile

a friend
reminded me
today
of
this simple
gesture

love
accepts
a pen
or purple
pencil

and doesn’t play...

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a pencil, slender and sleek,
whispers secrets on the page,
its graphite tip, a dancer's toe,
tracing lines of thought, unencumbered.

it dances across the paper's stage,
twirling and swirling in graceful arcs,
a silent symphony of words and shapes,
unfolding the mysteries of the mind.

its lead, a conductor's baton,
conducting the orchestra...

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I am just 
A little pencil
Made from 
Wood and lead
My head is 
Long and pointed
My body 
Smooth and red
I write happily 
Only when I’m led
I was once 
Tall and handsome
But now 
The days I dread!
You see 
My little master
He treats me 
Very badly
And often 
Shaves...

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Just put a pencil in my hand and suddenly...
..Smilling, talking, dancing across the page, climbing in a story,
Drawing a leaf, a picture,
Writing an adventure waiting to be read,
Drawing, writing all the whille,
Smilling at every word to be born,
Expressing every feeling ever known to man: happiness,...

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What's this?
Pure bliss



NOTE: Hey everyone ... so I've been pretty busy these last few days, with packing, cleaning up, setting up yard-sales etc., so I'm gonna take a short break from posting and commenting ... but in the meantime feel free to enter my very...

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I, the sleeper and dreamer
Wish for your end
Is it wrong, blasphemer?
Should I break, should you bend?

I sharpen your demise on a pencil sharpener
Peeling you away….reaching your core of lead
Should I break or should you bend?
Or can’t I just wish for my end?

There’s knives protruding from...

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An ode to my pencil
To the strokes of the tip
Expressing my thoughts
The firm feeling of a grip

An ode to my pencil
To the mistakes that are written
The imagery that is caught
The ideas that are given

An ode to my pencil
Sharp lines of emotion
 Direction being sought
My mind...

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A pencil world, there are marks everywhere
I’m formed by some pencil streaks on paper
She lives on this paper, a grand image
Standing on some raggedly made passage

Lines to form the walls and shadows abound
I see myself in strange footage around
Seeing everything in only line form
Crafts mastery...

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The earth knows your business child;
there's nothing anonymous ...
about alcohol.
Them drunks like to show off ...
yes, they like to show their strength.
They beat women like bongo drums.

Them gal down at the factories,
they love a man on cannabis;
a mellow man - 
in a constant mellow mood,...

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surrounded by ones like me,
I've been with them from creation,
So I guess they are family.

Sometimes we are jostled around, 
our bodies knocking into eachother. 
We all share the same slender frame,
covering our lead core.

One change of lighting cycle,
there was extra jostling,
more muttered apologetic clicks,
then a...

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I sit here with chin in hand
My pencil poised on paper
My mind is buzzing

Words tumble and fall
In all areas of my brain
They fight for a place up front

A bouillabaisse of letters and words
Searching for significance
Demanding to convey a sentiment, a thought

With eyes closed
Ideas form more...

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