Long Nibs Poems

"Seeds"



Blue reaches reflections
touching ripples 
tears in time ephemeral
caresses fragrant Green my canopy

opens the light
inside me 

cracked eggshell 
golden-yoked sunshine
pale turquoise kintsugi
splintered paths inside my mind

in the smallness
of me 
something 
quietly blooms 

ragged yet refined
a gecko...

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her life had been a rollercoaster of moody upheaval

          manic fervor from sheer in-exhaustible passion

           ...

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I heard taunting echoes and scurrilous snarls.
It was my conscience, and I listened as it spoke
in accusations, contemptible remarks aimed at me.
Shameful words delivered to break my fallen spirit.
In mocking voice of Shakespeare's Hamlet, I...

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"The Forgotten and Fluctuations of Awareness" 

When the crime 
was committed,
the writing 
was already on the wall,

no one listened. 
It climbed insidiously
out through the cracks
like a friendly tarantula.

that sad poet 
I read today,
she writes 
of...

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Broken World



When the lies were injected 
into the veins of innocence
blue feathered quills 
dipped their nibs 
into the ink of golden stories
stalked by trolls 
dragging their fountain tips of liquorice

like shining razor blades
blunt remarks stinging...

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"BLACK CAT"



SILENCE
prowls on soft paws 
with sharp claws
Cutting up the 
Middle Road
Dark shadow moves 
SILIENCE
In absentia 
Empty Absynthe
Puncture wounds
Cold wind blows
Over tracks
Skids softly
like warm 
gants de Suède
on 
Poets’ Row
Rat goes 
Rat goes
Red scream 
scarlet ribbons...

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well, woman has been around for a while
  hypno-teasing men with her wicked smile
  been known by many names starting with Eve
  Boadicea, Cleopatra and Genevieve

  she can fly-by-night, be out...

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The Poet’s fire

My well had dried up empty with all that remained in silence
                     ...

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It's remarkable how strong denial can be,
it appears that the wise have it right.
Most who vote, in their nibs, trust a flatterer’s fibs,
(hide their heads in the sand, hate a 'fight.')

So, we vote for our...

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In the black and white days of the 1950’s schools made youngsters learn and learn well or else,
Uniforms were as important with short trousers and knee length grey socks with elastic garters,
Garters would get so...

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A penalty pinned down my conscious,
When a high volt power injected me unsuspended shock,
Unawakened and unconscious,
I cried as a fish, out of water.
Imagination of discrimination terrified me,
My soul was jerking with dizziness,
The democratic system was...

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I’m a southpaw,
one of those left-handed,
upside down,
have to curl my arm to write,
backwards individuals,
liv’in-the-left-life
in a right-handed world.

Think It’s easy, e.g., 
being a leftie?
Think again...
we’re out of place at dinners,
have to master backwards scissors,
built specifically for...

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"Notes on a Wrist" 

the pulse felt
under nibs
of fingertips
translates a life

the semicolan
stretches like 
the devil
hungers 

it can 
wait a long time
eternally feeding you
drip by drip

ever present
the missing 
hovers, like a  
hummingbird

never sits

beak and feet...

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I once saw a man take a younger lad away
Who knows what plans he had that day

Later that evening the traps brought back a husk
A soulless silhouette of boy betrayed at dusk

The man that took...

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I am a cheap pen, living
In your pencil box, which you keep unlocked
So that someone steals, cause a new one rocks
I have been, used to write letters that you didn’t mean
Your ignorance is not a...

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Few days more my dreams need to come true, 
In that heart me to kindle a candle
The conurbation of lovers’ to locate 
And to renovate the ruins of past
And to patch up with a friend...

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About a month or two ago I had this great idea.
To open up a Haiku Shoppe – kinda like a cafeteria.
 I knew they were tasty bits and went real well with beer –
But just...

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As I listen to the lark’s surreal melody to her mate.
I wonder does she ever feel there’s too much on her plate?

Ever beside him juggling, tediously feathering the nest,
in her discomfort struggling, incubating without rest....

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Flying across the white expanse
a dull day becomes coloured 
with the distant foggy 
black marks of flight
opening wings wide 
like a murder of beaks
thirsty for the blood 
of the ink of others 
on their blunt...

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Sense spacious silence speak
Prize primal pattern peak


Void vets vibrant vile voice
Cream clumsy changing choice


Toilsome thoughts tunnel time
Meet moist motionless mime


Feel fond fancy flavour
Opt old odd off-odours 


Form fleeting formal face
Glimpse gaudy grinding grace


Face funny faulty...

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*This poem was entered on 2/1/17 but mysteriously disappeared.

The swords that speak in these bitter times
are the ones that draw blood with their nibs.
Commands written and signatures scrawled
take hefty tolls at the edge of sodden...

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I wish I could have cried
The day my Mother died
But the relief that she was now at rest
Was such a release to my tight chest
Scorned I was by family members
Who were able to cry while...

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on fibers coarse
	with little clay
nibs are stained
	with indigo ink

lines of cursive
	carefully formed
seeking meaning
	to come forth

chrome plated steel
	and laminate wood
plastics cast
	a cage formed

aligned in rows
	of boys and girls
trying to find
	what to know

classroom did form
	a prison dark
locked...

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The mothers of blessings
now, are dead

No honey in the buds
No money in the pockets
No gracefulness in the flying-
glow-worms of full moon night
butterflies of May-days 

The goddesses of blessings
now, are dead

The cacophony of city vehicles are...

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Within a spider's web, I was encased by fine silk thread
     My hands held prisoner by his,  desire waited to be fed

A veil of pearls he'd strung,  like dew...

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