Long Graphite Poems

Easy to get stuck 
inside my head 
outside Earth's neglected 
aching hearts

Breathing in and out togather
fumes of historically fueled
graphite sheeted walls
too all-encumbering to smell
as monoculture's indoor trauma

Failure to wonder
nuanced appositional
wandering outdoor non-positions,
dipolar bipartisanships
passing in transitioning...

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G O D

God my professor who does not sit on a stool at the head of the class correcting exam papers with their columns of graphite-filled dots with each question being multiple choice and the...

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Eroticism -
             a supple spine in a wanting curve
       and a foolish fever simmers a scarlet heartbeat...

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Written: February 22, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama

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Dear eloquent weaver 
of woes and throes,
When the last 
 pewter petal of weary winter
falls as piercing prose,
placing star-kissed tulips
  between our 
poignant poems,
rewritten with 
  effervescent emotions,
remember,
   not every periwinkle...

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That night, under the luminance of my city, listening to your music, you asked me what it felt like to fall in love. At first I was at a loss for words, although in my...

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My love, Josefin Slab
My first thought the time I wake up
My inspiration in moments I create art
My joy when we chat and laugh together
My strength when I'm on job
The last person I contact before my...

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Seems my handwriting will never improve,
Yearlong efforts, letters still oblong.
Not quite right, but we pretend it’s not all bad,
I fixate on each line, a prerequisite approach.
So next and then that line and its spacing, proper
striving...

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Why, do we call it
Something it’s not
If we’re going to name things
Let’s give it, some thought

If it’s called a chilli
Then why is it so hot
And I can say this
A guinea pig, is not

A prairie dog
He...

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Wordsmiths, take heed ...

Letters of the alphabet,
By themselves are but harmless shapes
Of ink or graphite or digital information,
(Placed in ordered variations of ones and zeros),
But when combined in specific patterns and placement and propriety,

Become the...

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The Haunted House

An aging Victorian graphite three story house sat on a 
promontory, lonely, deserted, weathered and forlorn.
Broken windows showed signs of cruel abuse from
passersby amused by throwing rocks we surmised. 
This skeletal shell of...

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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...

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I can see the dark hues through my window, 
it’s cloudy outside with no stars or fireflies. 
It’s been three years since the darkness has been protecting me
With its hollow emotions running through me day...

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: November 17, 2024, for Dreams Within Dreams Poetry Contest

Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker 
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One day
A son was born
His mother was a fertile land, who welcomed everyone
His father was a rain, who gave mercy to everyone
They met each other wherever they went
The father was assimilated into the mother's gracious...

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cosmic dust spirals, 
supernatural storms born 
the Goldilocks zone


Free verse ~

A quadrant of marble missiles born

Ever since,
A dream catcher catches dreams
Jupiter catches meteorites and asteroids

Super-sonic projectiles pass Jupiter's gravitational shield
Shoots like V-1 rockets, destination is...

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The school bell's chorus wakes a drowsy room,
Sunlight spills, a golden, dusty plume.
Desks, once dormant, morph to galleons grand,
Ready to set sail to each uncharted land.

Chalk, a spectral hand, whispers wisdom's lore,
Unveiling mysteries on the...

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Somethings are best 
said through blank
scriptures in sheer 
silence, but pulling the 
violin strings of
a poet strumming
to personify pain, 
with tempests of 
torment rushing 
through thin veins,
would only widen
twisted tunnels for
ink to bleed in 
vermilion...

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“Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.” ~Victoria Erickson

Tonight the moon sanctioned 
her golden halo
to unfurl butterfly wings
rinsed with honey 
and champagne...

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Check clock

A white light burst expanding across the sheet
Blue ruled lines blur to nothing
Clear against the paper.

I can’t see them, or the graphite symbols
But I know they are there.
I wrote them
Another failed attempt at grasping...

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We cannot tame a raging storm, so with patience, 
we must wait for the calm.          ~ by poet


The balmy afternoon had been fulgent and warm
Until darkness...

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harder than, a diamond
stronger than, a lion

JESUS IS... MY ROCK
and He's solid
awe and awesome
all this and He saves me

Jesus solid-Jesus  is the rock my rock, my rock, my rock
Jesus is, Jesus is my ROCK
Jesus...

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In the hallowed halls of college,
Where dreams bloomed like wildflowers,
I walked with a pencil in my pocket,
And a book cradled close to my heart.

My friends, oh dear companions,
We laughed under ancient oaks,
Shared secrets in dimly...

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I can feel the moisture progressing on the top of my forehead
Little light creases start to form here on my chin 
I'm looking at you and I can see that you are lovely
Beyond your red...

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Even if I die,
My heaven would still be my earth.
My spirit may leave the body,
But the zest and zeal will remain embossed.
Reasons to see it as heaven are justified and over long.
Yes, the other side...

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