Long Pincers Poems

“The Scorpion’s Touch”

Under glass
the sound cuts out sharp
just like under water
and we run out of breath 
like insects running around 
frantically out of time
we are magnified 
in our tight enclosures

internally observed
the external turns away
two heart...

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Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving, gouging, and liquidating topography 
qua zee mow toe natural formed...

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CREATURES   IN   NATURE

        Creatures              Fishes      ...

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Weird "fake" news

This pencil necked geek
did hair thru the long grapevine
actually following false tidbit
originated within imagination i.e. mine,
while stationed at Macbook Pro
laptop - time already inching close

to hour of rise and shine
yikes still no bloody...

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Lorca Translations I

Gacela of the Dark Death
by Federico Garcia Lorca
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I want to sleep the dreamless sleep of apples
far from the bustle of cemeteries.
I want to sleep the dream-filled sleep of...

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I am in love.
I do not “do” love. I feel it. It pulses through me, hard, and blurs my vision. 

It gifts me with the graceless two left feet, and then, 

I find myself staring,...

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When sleep deserted me
I crawled out of my bed unseen
To delve into the crevices of the dark
With the curiosity of an explorer
And the near comatose of a somnambulist
I walked up and down the steep slopes...

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It was my first journey by train all alone. When dropped at the station by my cousin, I saw a huge crowd waiting at the station. Like a drop in the ocean, I quickly merged...

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I WISH I WEREN’T A CENTIPEDE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS




I wish I weren’t a centipede, a lowly arthropod
I need a transformation into something much more mod
To obtain status, with a much higher species standing
Not be straddled with...

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You wish me to say those words,
To love you

Surely you mean to win me
As I exhale my expostulations 
Some hidden truth
That you think you understand
You mean to squeeze out of me
Some sacred confession
As I engorge...

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A Sting From Hell

Making its round in social media group thro Whatsapp...
A picture of a tiny black creature hellish enough alright...
Typically out of sight, hiding between the many fruits on a bunch of langsat...... 
A...

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I simply cannot get the world off my mind, 
Its angels and demons should be left behind. 
At a slugs pace, my insanity races, 
My mind wanders off to all these dark places. 
Just when I start thinking all...

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The bricks were sweating, nervous.  Icy slime
   had soaked his coat-sleeve, much to his disgust.
Tall baulks of formless timber seemed to climb
   towards the bulbous shadows.  Guido, trussed
and pinioned,...

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A centipede found its way into our home
My hairs stood on end for hours on end! 

And while we tried learning about it on Google search, 
in a dark and damp crevice it made its...

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Writhing wickedly inside my cryptic cell.
This impeccable insanity that creeps
Like the phantom spider on my cobweb arm,
Tangling screaming insects in my sticky veins.
The blood red heat that steams my reason
To a bland white stone confusion,
So...

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cuz poisonous toxins sting like scorpions
severely crimping ability to sit down absorption
radiating throughout every
cell guaranteeing abstention
against hidebound contract, no

ifs, ands, nor but tucks
whereby mood linkedin
to nihilistic abstraction
particularly as quasi pincers jabbed
like sharp serrated knives acceleration

guaranteed,...

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     Unswallowed lumps of lobster immodest
     Crustacean returns to pincers persimmon 
     Waitress whisk indiscernible clears linen 
     Custom...

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In many colours I come and many places inhabit
when in South America crabs are my favourite
I chase them with great glee and delicately 
Their flesh pick out of their shells and pincers

Come to Africa, when...

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Those who stretched out their chests like lions
in front of the pipes of guns are now the kings of highways.
Those who died helplessly jumping into the gape of the invading shark
are now alive in the...

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 I am a cute little pussy cat
I love to lie on my mama’s cot
I always chase the ugly rat
That comes to gnaw at my master’s hat

I wear a striped coat of fur
When I relax,...

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The Perfect Metamorphosis

Tucked away gently inside a cocoon
Lies the ugliest of creatures
A creepy caterpillar
His antennae erect
And his pincers gesticulating
Pondering what a gruesome existence he shall have
What of this caterpillar you must ask
What’s the big deal...

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Some way from the Firth of Forth
A shoal of glittering mackerel
Swirls and sways 
Swells with the sea from silver to black 
Flashes white and back to silver and grey

A humpback whale
Juddering its leathery jaws together
With...

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I was sitting on the beach enjoying the dawn
When along comes a crab with two fierce pincers drawn
When I shifted off slightly to give him some space
He sat down beside me with pincers retraced.

This fellow...

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I.

Receptive pools absorb emotions;
the merry and the miserable
the wicked and the pure.

In brooding contemplation
perceptive sensibilities sort 
malignant from benign.

Receding into a hospital shell
drawn in by mood-tides to self-analyze, 
without pinching injury to others.


II.

Old-fashioned flirtations
foster romantic...

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I've been caught in a web of lies
As filthy as that beast crawling;
Along each thread, I wonder how
It flexes; does a lie retain it's shape
After stretching to the limit?
Or does it snap and free the...

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