Long Knurled Poems

Lumi's hand pressed upon his shoulder in a surprisingly firm grip guiding him into the dining area and to the second of two long slender tables where sat five older elves including DynDoeth.
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* CONTENT WARNING: This poem is about physical abuse. *

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eyes, down ...

at my yellow polo,
red spatters
so evenly placed that
they look unnatural -
as if printed,
but unfinished ... incomplete …
yeah ...
blood, but...

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As I walked through the park in the late sun's light,
Watching the people jog by and a bird's lazy flight.
An old man sat on a bench up ahead
With the sun's rosy glow glistening on his...

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So there she is, a park bench crone, mother of the listless,
the passing-by;
head bowed, caught between dark and light I sense her 
yet.

There she is, she’s grown beyond root and branch,
at peace despite the incontinence...

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From seed to sapling it grew non-stop
On the tall majestic Mountain’s top
It spread its boughs and sank its roots
Deep into it’s fertile boots
But fear it did, though strong and stout
“What if the rains cease an’...

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The storm has come and gone                             ...

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Looming ...

The possibility of crisis
          Life-as-you-now-know-it-ending crisis
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There she is, she’s grown beyond root and branch,
at peace despite the incontinence of an unlooked for
wisdom.
And there I am,
of a sudden snagged by her knurled spell
as if she were the Virgin Mary, and I
a...

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I took a stroll through the woods like I do every Fall;
it's a sensual treat at this time of the year.
And I came across a grove of ancient oak trees,
shedding amber, yellow, and golden leaves;
gilding...

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Black Powder
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He waits offstage, his posture tense,
his gaze locked on the audience -
his first in years.

He blots the sweat that wets his face,
then walks onstage and gets in place,
amidst their cheers.

In bowtie, vest and dinner...

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Only A Tree
Written: By Tom Wright
1/29/99

Of what significance
could be one knurled old tree?
Bent and misshapened,
from it's search for light,
nothing more perhaps, than a reminder to me.

Lost among those with beauty
standing tall and upright.
It's subtle way...

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intimidating serrated crest
emulates Ansel's view
challenges down-clad one
to climb her stretch-marked belly

a gaze upward
at silver glazed wall
the glacial rock face
mirrors reflection

filigree flakes
dissolve on the tongue
boot prints sink
crackle the earth

snow-white evergreens
sovereigns at treeline
bark shushing commands
silencing animals

knurled branches
dangle...

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From beneath a long frozen earth
ancient human bones surface,
they rise far enough for an eye-socket
to be seeded.

A sapling grew from out of that skull.
In time the skull became a tree.

Like many tree’s its skeleton was...

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As both the dreamer and the dreamed in this world,
if we would wake up here, etch these words in stone;
save by honing rough edges, by ego knurled,
being the optimal method to atone,
the flag of love...

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Images from a cogged box.
A camera reveals
hips and ankles, ribbons
decorously draped
over a contrived modesty.

An artist has added a color tint,
their cheeks are rosy,
their lips red,
a patchwork of painted glow.
Half revealed bosoms flush and bloom.

Pauses in...

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Passion burns through his veins,
Mind filled with ideas insane!
Always in need of a musing's high,
His heart stirs and sighs!

Matched traits and kind,
Morphing form, she hides!
So alike, yet across the wheel knurled,
They reside in different worlds!

He...

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