Best Stylus Poems

A silence all pervading, nothing moves,
the gentle hiss I hear is in my head
like record stylus placed into the groove.
Clouds form the upper circle overhead.
Orchestra tunes up in the nearby trees,
Blackbird and brace of Magpies, two for joy,
blue safety curtain draws back by degrees
a scarlet...

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As midnight bursts  like stardust on a cobblestone
My raw  vision carries me beyond earth’s  floor,
Where marbles  with painted dots turn into  hallways
And  shamans  in long robes  on axis  roam:

Here I write of gothic myths  and...

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Above my head, a ray
where I sit on a mossy ledge, 
stylus in my hand drips words 
like acid upon thin papyrus sheets--
of myths and cultures perishing,
never to be repeated in splendour 
and tragedy-- their brilliance borne 
through swollen rivers' lore.


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Long has it been maintained,
writing sprang from economic drive and need,
seeing as the cuneiform tablets
were soon interpreted with worldly eyes.

But economics is a stylus scratching lies on clay,
a social science to varnish human selfishness away....

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I caught you creeping around
with your spying eyes
Quick, furtive glances
betray your silent, stealthy movements
Human satellite camouflaging black cloud,
always in passing tear bursts,
secretly scans through a purse in my closet
Your dubious, devious actions
speak loud
Such churning, internal accusations
would make any insecure man proud
Furthermore, you compounded your fidelity...

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Back in roman times I was called a stylus
I wrote messages and stories on papyrus Writing since Before Christ, 
Don't matter what the time is 
Even wrote for the great poets known as the vikings 
I translated Roman-to-English with just hyphens
I can go back and...

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Sochi Scraps
            by Odin Roark

Among my pen’s rifling
Hunting its own needs
His imagined snout moves across the page
Seeking out beggary nourishment

A shantytown of doghouses
Provided by an animal-sensitive philanthropist
Fills rapidly with the rush to save
Before pest...

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the yuletide came
in the voice of crooners
Please Come Home-
I’ll Be Home-
Santa Claus, Santa Claus-
which placed me directly
in front of a speaker
the RCA Victor phonograph
with the stylus needle
that every year kept joyously
repeating itself
 
and like herald angels
from the kitchen
butter infused cakes and pies
carol our nanna's psalm
taste...

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I've fallen flat on my face 
And I can't get up
I wanna leave this place 
But I gotta pick my face up 1st
Looking in the mirror has become the worst
Cause I gotta look at this face
This face that has flat fallen
Tired of looking like this...

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Raise the white flag of defiance,
surrender to the hate

Offer no concession or compliance,
a vote count short 
is the winning debate

Cry ballot thievery trace:
Urban poll pickpockets, of color suspect voices,
stole the presidential race

Let that dark anger drive you loss loco,
allow this crazy Philly notion
spur lawyer-up snort...

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While downloading some music
a thought crossed my mind,
of things that I learned in the past
when playing old music in various formats
which, sadly, were not meant to last.
I learned concentration when using a biro
to untangle a music cassette,
and patience when searching my reel-to-reel
for a song whose...

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Loose in the hopes of dread...
Oh, my own lover!
He was such a bold flirt;
with his love unclaimed,
he could recite George Boole
he was one of the old Cool.
He never reached his goal.
so with my bling and some flair
I hoped he'd open the enchanted bud
To the music...

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That soft graphite core
Clasped in fragrant cedar wood :
Pencil – nothing more,

Notions now bestirred,
Flow softly on the paper,
Gently ease the words.

My poetic muse,
Soft and black from Borrowdale,
Dark as Sunday shoes,

Guide my hand to write -
Black hieroglyphs, clear, concise 
Creep across the white.

My favoured stylus
Breach the...

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From eve's mural, she glints lusciously
waking duskfall  with bolder hues
and toasted flames kindling warm passion… 
that in stylus of breezes which etches
tinted oak, petals, and grass  --- her tiara
bursts into sweet madness on earth's landscape:

How she flickers more daring
than a blend of innocence...

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YOU ARE MY STYLUS
              MY BLUEPRINT EMBEDDED
    WRITTEN IN THE SMALLEST PARTS OF ME
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