Best Stationery Poems

Soliloquio del Individuo by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan


(Homage to Nicanor PARRA, 1914-2018, the Chilean ANTI-POET, winner of the "Cervantes Prize" (the highest literary...

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Love notes 
Wordings from the heart
That I’m trying to use 
To cover this scented stationery
With my ball point scribbler, I’m proud 
To match the sensual...

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I was a happy, fluent linguist, fruitfully helping revive endangered languages,
As colorful rainbows walk across the sky, in buttery hours, turned languorous.

I enjoyed doing practical...

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Here is Newton’s law one
Object with no force upon
If stationery will
Remain perfectly still
If moving will continue on

It’s easy to learn Newton’s Laws
All 3 are famous...

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By Elton Camp

It would just be the end
If by words we do offend.

There’s the devil to be paid
If we call a spade a spade.

“Vertically challenged”...

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OCTOBER TOWN

Trees
The tall, old trees
All must start with the senior thrust of old trees
      that glorify October Town
Well, they are...

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En-trumped

There are many en-tities. Narrative psychologist speak of living and telling 
a story. Our lives should be as we en-live them and en-story them. We...

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I put money in the stock market, knives were cut sharply
diapers remained unchanged and paper was stationery
toilet paper touched a new bottom, switches were off
feathers...

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ROAD CARNAGE

It was on early Monday, when a car ran into a truck,
It ran into a stationery truck, and they had no luck,
It was a...

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HELL



Well this is hell isn't it?
Tolerating a throbbing screen and pounding a stationery keyboard
blazes at the screen and says,
"Jesus Wept there's got to be more...

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I’ve lost it. I’m exhausted.
 I can’t handle another day of these
 Auditory hallucinations. Doors creaking
Open Voices carrying around basins. 
 These days with no...

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A long tale, so grab a drink.

Dateline, Tuesday, August 30th 2016.

They had a clear-out where I used to work 
with heaps of office junk for...

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With pen in hand I sat, clearly I could visualize
the graphic scene I intended my readers to see.
Each detail was so vivid when I closed...

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My soul is dark
Blackened by my misery-self pity
I feel depressed
What does that mean?

At 30 years of age, I have learnt so much
Yet,accomplished nothing
My life is...

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(On the morning of February 25, 1983, the great dramatist 
Tennessee Williams was found dead in a New York hotel suite. 
He had choked on...

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