Long Pinchers Poems

A is for Ant, tiny but stout, they can lift fifty times their own weight,
B is for Bee, reaps nectar for honey; may opt to attack if made irate. 

C is for Cricket, chirps his...

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holy wars
not right… way back when
not right now
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why fear religion
why believe in fear of god
abused nature… fear
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sieve good from bad
survival of the fittest
evolutions real
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would humans survive…
no technology… why not…
of course, we could...
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push… pull… no wheel
it...

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There was no TV, cell phones or I-Pods
When I was a very young lad
You found ways to entertain yourself
No longer the case and it’s sad

Aside from spiders, butterflies and bees
Four others were favorite bugs
They provided...

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And I witness
Your deplorable “glory”
Hunching over my tattered spine,
So we can have something in common

You walk with glorified shell-shock,
Another sentient tongue, 
Straddling on the Eros of vindication

Your sandpaper hands
Reach for an assaulted tenderness
Embracing lambasted lyric

Another...

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Living walls composed of tiny living building blocks
Pinchers, claws, legs, holding on, gripping, intertwined
Compelled to embrace each other in this crawly house
Scratching on hardened shells, always adjusting, tightening
Ever responding to the constant hum deep within
Awaiting...

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I SEE TRUE YOUR EYES 


You look, you look, you 
look me, in the eye,
But your gaze carries 
on, into infinity,
No other reason, 
except it’s all lies,
Unable to make contact, 
you stare through me.

You see,...

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My name in Dutch might just have a person thinking that
I reside by water, for my name means “Lake cat.”

However, I’m a bigger fan of sun and sand.
Each morning in the rays of sun I...

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One night, in the famous Amazon Rainforest
held its first “Mr. or Miss Venomous Quest,”
Goals of the search were for entertainment and fun
catered to all diurnal brutes who’re sad without the sun.

Nocturnal animals hosted an amusement...

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here I am escorted by doom and courted by gloom
it's a sad predicament
like being a crab without pinchers
so to speak
but I keep moving at the bottom of this sea 
... of...

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The sun is setting
on the brick roads
around St. Bernadette's.
Her statue is next to my car.
She kneels before Mary
hands clasped, faith apparent.
Tonight they prayed --
           the...

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