Best Scribe Poems

his tired eyes yet sparkled with the love of his craft
a love steeped in awe and fear of its impact
the hunched shoulders hovered o'er each stroke of his pen
a quill dipped in an inkwell lined with holy men

frayed ritual fringes swaying this way and that
humming...

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Scribe Under Fire

The wall had been there for an eternity
	
	closing gaps of time and sacred places

		field stones memories and gentle caress


Hans could not write any longer any 

	shorter it was too loud and far too quiet

		the truth did not escape the lonely

			fortress of sheltered dreams’...

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J-oyful
O-ccasion's
H-appy
N-ote

L-ets
A-uthor
R-ightfully
S-cribe

Z-estful
W-ords
E-mploying
R-apturous
E-xpression's
N-ame
Z-one

Topic: Birthday of poet John Lars Zwerenz (January 05) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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N-ote
I-n
S-imple
S-cribe's
I-nspiring
M-essage

E-mploys
Z-estful
E-xpression
K-eeping
I-ts
E-xcellent
L-oveliness

Topic: Birthday of Poet Nissim Ezekiel (December 16) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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My old scribe said sit and I will tell you a story,                                 ...

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I set out lookin' fer some way to scribe,
that wer' a different, en catch yarn ear
Well first I'd try, 'ee hollerin' a rhyme,
with all CAPS, this only brought er tear,

This started me a thinkin' too look
elce-where, excep', per'aps this prose
isn't fer me, many have written...

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the following quite quirky epistle may not exhibit the ordinary characteristics of poetry, but i decided to share this self made challenge (where every word begins with the letter "S" - no explanation can be offered why such self cerebral torture imposed, nor what motivated...

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Silent in a sturdy mountain shelter, she scribed
About the castaway who lived in her mind
Worn rebel looks, tall and slender
Flaxen hair, blue jeans and leather
Sunburned by life's storms, weathered

One golden day his soft blue eyes found a life renewed
Instant passion stirred, woes of a battered...

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by Michaelw1two

Mind’s deep permits, darkness’ caverns crave, I beseech of thee
 one light defined in candled flame hides in that blue
 profound indeed these depths despair; oh savage light, make bright
 release these binds, of mind, of heart, of soul cleared true
 substance beret, of...

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THIS IS JUST A PUBLIC THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME FEEL SO GOOD
AND AT LAST, IN LARGER NUMBERS, BEING UNDERSTOOD
I WRITE WHAT I FEEL AS YOU ALL DO
AND THAT'S WHY I THANK YOU
MY NUMBERS HAVE INCREASED EXPONENTIALLY
AND THIS HAPPENED SUDDENLY
THERE ARE SO MANY OTHER PEOPLE...

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Sans Whole Body Out Of Country Transplant

hmm...methinks mebbe aye
can empty the ocean
     one teaspoon at time bine bye
and after about
     a bajillion years cry
tears of joy, when mine
     petrified organs of sight decry
solid...

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Sirens sounded secretly securing source. Strait sacks swooshed scamps scaling sensitive sentries (simply spayed seals) surveying surrounding staked spy sotted sham semicircular slipshod shelter. Snappy, Snippy, Snoopy suited Skyhawks surprisingly swooped somnambulant senseless scriveners. Sargent Salemander slipped shiny shimmering shellacked Sheppards Shutterfly sidearms sized simulated...

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this waning moon upon the midnight sky
offers as much light as this dimmed desk lamp's glow
on these walls surrounding me in the shadows of night

i lie in the darkness of summer's reign as crickets stridulate
unable to catch even a moments sleep through closed eyes
this tattered...

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A river of faith runs deeply through time
flowing dark in ink from carved mountainsides
dipped in fountains held in ancestor’s washed hands.
Each pious sofer kneels, facing the Holy Land.
He leans on the wisdom and shoulders of sages, 
passing down their blessed tales through the ages.
Holy words...

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If he were alive now, he would indeed be old,
my father, the scribe who held the code.
Genetic link passed on to me,
arranging words like these you see.

I would see him, pen in hand, late at night,
writing beneath the desk lamp light.
He showed me once a...

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