Long Lead pencil Poems

I am sitting at my desk attempting at some prose
But nothing seems to come to me nothing to compose
My minds a canvas blank not two words can I rhyme
So I try counting backwards just to...

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Tumbleweeds that weigh one thousand pounds
Roll easier off the tongue than off the cliff
Reach high to find what's up with iron
Then leave the plains behind
Venture over marshmallow mountain roads

One thousand miles from here where clouds...

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Numb to sun's torture, scathed terrain
      Syphons cynic's air, ribs poised 
      Statuesque breath stoic barren refrain
      Skeletal inertia, rhythm...

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Sexual Employee

It clocked in at 7:02 am
No orifice in sight
Placed the time card in a slot
Made its way to a metallic table
Blank white paper on the top
#2 lead pencil, covered yellow, appeared 
One hour later...

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Just cause,
Just because it only seems that way
Doesn’t make it so?

It only seems yet that way it seems;
That a firefly is not a fly-it’s a beetle;
As it seems similar looks 
A prairie dog is not...

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remember the simple poem
you wrote as a young kid
in the second grade for 
assignment one cold February week
for the upcoming Valentine's Day
on wide-ruled yellow paper
with a fat dark-green #1 lead pencil
then transferred to pink construction...

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for the heard for the hurdle of a mile turn ace of hold match for the dagger
wind wet back this topic is a hot one to discus dear god shoe laces tighten


if time had a...

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From stone to

bone- hieroglyphs

to alphabets

Images and letters

from tablets to the

printing press

From skin to leaves

Stamps- Seals and indigo

Lead pencil ink or charcoal

I am a scribe -I gotta write.

I was assigned to this job-

So, it must be...

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My First Computer
By: Tom Wright
11-7-2019

My first home computer,
Was a number two lead pencil.
It’s only function,
Was as a writing utensil.

It could refresh, or delete,
and would even print.
But when applying too little pressure,
It prompted my eyes to...

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When I jot down the words that I
Have forming in my head,
The only tool required is
A pencil filled with lead.

A pen won’t do the trick for me;
A keyboard holds no lure.
It’s only with a number...

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Naked, no clothes, no nothing at all, 
Nothing to cover her thoughts,
Nothing to hide her inner ideals, 
When her mind strolls those innermost walks,

And her lead pencil scribes her tale of life, 
Permanently puts onto...

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Photostory 2

Inquisitive in nature born
But lacking tools to fuel his thoughts
His family did not share his gifts
Just toiling hard and to exist

Hs ebon hair and tiny hand
picked up a pencil in the sand
Then slowly walked...

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