Long Dextrous Poems

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The « early bird catches the worm » only because the worm has not woken up yet.

« I don’t love you ! I hated your father ! » - must...

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Part 2 of 2

.........eclectic mangling with each dextrous touch, fine lines begin to smudge, 


reality blends with fiction, body becomes an instrument, instantly switched on, fingers-the intimate, 


high octave tinkering, pursed lips to the sky-the...

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Tis quite a beast of burden to bear atlas (shrug off not allowed)
Atlas shrugged an impossibility
tantamount to skinny dipping in the lock nest lagoon

Tantamount to shrugging Atlas off mine bony, 
   ill suited,...

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for F. A.

You, in going a little way from yourself
Have gone a long way from my gullible ilk.
« I’m trying hard not to like you, » you said
The breaths of several men surging in your...

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Taxes are not talking nor are they taxis. But airports are often very congested. Packed tightly forming queues. Vastly unreported by news. News are neatly arranged newts in a bath licking ice cream. And a...

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BLOTTED OUT
He loved,but could not say
such words,he could not find;
He loved,but could not touch
such warmth,was just too much;
He was proud,but could not praise
such sounds he could not raise;
He supported,but not with words
such feelings,witheld unheard;
Sentiment,tight reined...

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Sparks of inspiration fueled frisson building, crafting, 
designing, a gamut of glorious finished products, that 
offset bereft reaction dad experienced at workplace. 
Seventh heaven for him found in the cellar at "Glen 
Elm", where freelance...

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Cold hungry hands 

How they wrench and heave
Hack and cleave
Stretch twist and compress
Hands of Procrustean carnage 

 And how will they attain their prized guest? 
She is too luxuriant and grand to deign rest in...

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Amateur poetry season is over, move closer, its wisdoms time for disclosure,
The takeover, sober, waging raging kosher words….….. Transferred,  
ABC’s with wise syntax, heard and dispersed to the brains synapse, 
Jumping the gaps, from...

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At the dextrous flick of a pliant switch,
or some hue laden buoyant platform,
building sturdy grey grain bridges, 
thin veil barren vacuum putative, 
in a distant introverted wingspan,
yearning heart at the kernel of a handset,
shrink-wrap diaspora...

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Poetry in motion
is prose 
encapsulated in 
warring thoughts,
notions conceived 
in time oscillated 
flows,
harmonically 
shifting mental 
tides to whence 
the Tasmanian 
wind never blows,
where meditating 
and trancing 
souls,fairly prowls,
like watching the 
future in an 
ancient show,
I...

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Lovely butterflies! For contest


To while time in leisure
Painted portrait, Nature
Her strokes so dextrous
Chose colours so lustrous
Hills, rivers, mountains
Trees, flowers, fountains
All in place, yet she felt
Liveliness was absent
Added She the butterflies!
Gifted, Regalia resplendent,
texture velvet, iridescent
Diverse patterns,...

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With a weary, saddened smile and a twinkle in the eye, all dressed inside a tattered
   ill-fitting worldly suit,
   Crumpled baggy trousers hanging loosely, draped down on his worn out boots,...

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Like the North Wind,
Sent by Boreas
to lay driven snow, pure
and white, an ivory
whirlwind blows
through my living room.
The rodent, pink as 
embarrassment, flies 
with the speed of a
crossbow bolt loosed at
full tension. It’s woolen
body, firm but...

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Sussanah
           great grandma  times three  
a pillow puffed up on her knee
with 
daughter Ann in cobbled Cowfair
      ...

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Sussanah,my great grandma,times three,a pillow puffed up on her knee;with 
daughter Ann in cobbled Cowfair,daily shaped their homespun ware.In such 
humble women,cottage-tied,a rare and dextrous art did reside.Fashioned 
out,stitch by stitch,pillowed lace in patterns rich.Tinkling...

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Sussanah,my great grandma,times three,a pillow puffed up on her knee;with 
daughter Ann in cobbled Cowfair,daily shaped their homespun ware.In such 
humble women,cottage-tied,a rare and dextrous art did reside.Fashioned 
out,stitch by stitch,pillowed lace in patterns rich.Tinkling...

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The hands that wove this hammock
In a tropical land of colors
Where bright reds, greens, purples, and
Aquamarines, splashed everywhere on its
Birds, flowers and waters there;
Dextrous and practical, the hands
That wove this hammock, never manicured
Perhaps lovingly they...

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