Long Jottings Poems

Inside an old library of things uncountable
clippings, extracts, jottings, and snippets.

‘things’ 
nothing can be
excluded

yes the air is musty, thickly clothed,
muffled and club fingered, 
incidentals are listed 
on the cuff of the half-remembered. 

Mind dust wafts...

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there was a tree rose
piercing me and killing me, I thought 
it was cheating on me after the sunset
when moon was walking alone

you know what is love
we think different things at the same time
but we...

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Inside a library of things uncountable,
clippings, extracts, jottings, and snippets
gather words out of nothing.
Mind dust wafts.

A woman approaches with an armful
of my early, roughly cobbled poems.
behind her, unwritten books
begin to fall off bookless shelve.
“Don’t worry”...

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A cool crisp spring evening,
as I follow  the dog out 
for her final ambulation.
Shades of the setting sun linger 
on the western horizon,
with red Mars perched just above  
and Ursus major arching overhead
but...

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It was judgment hour at the village show:
I was volunteered as they thought I'd know
how to discern between eight small bottles
of rhubarb and ginger vodka tipples.
Tasting just a sip from each of the eight,
I puzzled...

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BLANK CANVAS

Many days,
In many ways,
I just sit there,
Mind all blank
Nothing of note or new appears,
Of wanderings thoughts to be,
My page is all bare,
Jottings down don’t share,
For there are days,
In many ways
I just sit pondering,
And wondering,
Will...

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WHIMSICALITY
nonsense
 verse
& limerick
in
  extraordinary
visual
sketchesin

a
diary
 of
requited
 jottings
down
&
visiting
 images

 the
pictorial
aide-memoire
of
observations
&
evocative
sequenced
slices
  of time
changing
 drifting down
notations

 revealing
 singled out
spectacular
images
of
the silly the
surreptitious
private
joke
in
  cartoon-like
scribblings


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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Inside an old library of things uncountable;
clippings, extracts, jottings, and snippets.
The air is musty, thickly clothed,
muffled and club fingered.
Incidentals are listed 
on the cuff of the half-remembered. 
Mind dust wafts from one place to another;
a...

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I said, do you fancy a drink, Tom?
He said where the hell is that stink from?
My dog cocked his leg
We smelt rotten egg
Because he had eaten my stink bomb

      ...

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I have a blank white sheet
On which to write my thoughts.
But it glares right back at me,
And ideas I have naught!

I sit at my computer
And look around the room.
My brain is just as empty
As if...

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JOTTINGS

Folded paper and scribbled notes
Mutterings of my cluttered mind
Things to do I hope to remember
The memory club, I’m a member
If not, then that’s why I will find
Ideas are sheep, words are goats

Jottings serve as an...

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1.  I am a poetry book. My title is "Jottings"

2.  This book contains many chapters dealing with those things  
in which I bask, meaning, the things that brighten my life.
This book includes...

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