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...

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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...

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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...

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Empathy Ink Not Blood / Trolls on the Run

           An Army of pens descended, the...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Sochi Scraps
            by Odin Roark

Among my pen’s rifling
Hunting its own needs
His imagined snout moves...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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YOU ARE MY STYLUS
              MY BLUEPRINT EMBEDDED
    WRITTEN IN...

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