Long Cuticles Poems

I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose.

My beaming spouse leads me, a dog on a short leash, into the forbidden citadel, the...

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A former friend of mine
tricked me into becoming
something I am not

The volunteer President
of our condo association,
a position I clearly cannot afford
midst trifling disassociations.

We were starting our Autumn tradition
of arguing about next year's budget
which typically continues
until...

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Oxygen is depleting from what remains within the confines of which, a means to an end, lie guarded. Watch as hope disappears within the aftermath of this wreckage, which was constructed-meticulously seeking absolute perfection…; only...

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Run run run frm ya demons run run run its duck season 
Run run run frm da wizard run run run frm da blizzard 
Da lizard king skin ripper
Run frm ya visions 
Run run run...

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Look look it’s crazy I’m the one they want to represent
Young black girl,I can probably be the president
I’m the voice of the youth,you heard my tone I think it’s evident
I know who I am, they...

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When he was young. I thought he was old. It never occurred to me that I might be wrong. That old wouldn’t show up for years and years, decades even. He wasn’t tall like my...

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I have been riding on the same waves for a hundred years
I have been telling the same tales for more than fifty years
One generation has passed another has come and this
old dry biscuit is still...

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How often do shadows cry
And if they do
This means like us
they feel to 
How often do whereabouts 
dispose of their founders
The emptied hands pivoted gruesome
To only expire before you lose them
This is why my eyes...

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love …

a crutch for you
but you wear it like a Prada suit
matching handbag, of course, to keep
your toys in …
(mostly men … alphabetically)
six-inch Blahnik stilettos for crushing
egos with similar style
but not via hearts -
straight through...

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Written: February 07, 2024
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It appears as if 
the world has been 
coated by a wave of 
deceitful dictums,
  where faked...

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Kisses good-bye;  waved out the door.
Sitting at the shore.  The water is still rolling.
You want to know how much longer I'll be here for.

We'll all be here till death is at the door....

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Lights catch random particles, drawing attention to the eye. Heart beats out of rythm. Smoke clouds magically appear as thoughts bluntly dissipate. Into thin air goes the brain, gliding down memory lane. Day brought Déjà...

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I am in many rooms  trapped with death 
Or waiting for death to get there
Like this one time. It was a salon
My nails were done neon blue 
With heena flowers
With a splash running down...

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Lovely as I love you
Shove me, but it’s as lovely as I love you
Lovely, hug me, shove me
But it’s as lovely as I love you
If I hate me, would you still hate me?
What if no...

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Yawn said Saudi Arabian prawn in a bin liner watching a cake. Chopping cutting cuticles cubicles clubbing clang clanging clam. Drama is not an item in a scene. It is merely to disguise battling molluscs...

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Written: February 13, 2023
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An anathema for,
pilose nettle burns,
an art form of unstable feathers,
tropes across the ivory cuticles.
Melted mascarpone in a figurine,
pearlescent obsidian,
hooping sapped spirit,
sight...

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Hummed inside carburetors,
like lungs do to lullabies, 
I grasped my whitened vertebrae, 
and crumpled it up 
as if I were child without a spine. 

 Like papyrus on a good day, 
I scribbled abstract feelings...

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Overcoming Obstacles

His actions all appeared to be wrangling
Horrible voice wish we could be strangling
Message was becoming both loud and clear
To questions asked, he was no way near.

Bernie had been hop, skipping and jumping
Up all of...

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O, Valencia's prized possession,
perfected in your prime,
to pluck you without resistance
from a beaming, bowing branch...
Gravity's gentle transaction
would roll like attraction into my open palm.
To feel your textured tenderness within an easy grip,
senses saturated with sun...

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Where's the fun in forever?
Miguel taught me to wonder,
Cause ever since you've made your entrance,
It's been a never ending thunder,
And like the tears in my pupils,
The rain falls everlasting,
And from your smile to your cuticles,
Everything...

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self-harm was my only real friend since i was born
i didn’t know at first
who she was
but then i realized-when biting my fingernails started to hurt, but i didn’t stop.

then she changed-evolved
i didn’t know how to...

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How delicate and unique hands appear
From intricate anatomy internally
To smooth textures and painted cuticles
From stained and inked pores on the surface
To the precious gift they enable us to craft
Worked and Fatigue
But never retiring
From the faded...
Note...

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Looking at your smile
Turns my frown upside down
And hearing your voice
Speeds up the pace in my pulse
Feeling a rush of energy now changed
The words that once was a curse
Turned out to be a blessing
From the...

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"The Parnassian Hand" - A Poem by David Hart
Five fingers hover over black print
Apposed on a white sheet.

Tan flesh, short cropped nails and
Overlapping cuticles--an old hand--
A buxom hand--a hand delighted to treat.

Words, numerously luxuriate on...

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I breathe fire. 
I'll turn you to stone with my stare,
And I'll collect you like 
I've collected the others.
Line you up among the rest
Like a toy soldier just
To knock you down,
Repeat. 

My thoughts are loud,...

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