Long Pinpricks Poems

Lisa’s dad has a visitor from out of town - a “very important man.” He came early. He was dressed casually, in slacks, and a jacket over a mock-turtleneck. He was genial, behind tortoiseshell glasses,...

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Thou Art a Witch!

By Elton Camp

 In the 1690s, a horrible, warning example we find,
Of the danger when church and state are intertwined.
Number convicted as witches was twenty-nine
Though many more the Puritans came to malign.

Cotton...

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It’s no wonder you like secrets. 
It’s not that your thoughts are secretive in nature. 
It’s more that they are themselves a secret, penned on pages locked from view. 

Hidden thoughts intrigue me because my...

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Must be a false awakening this cannot be.                           ...

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There is no thing so peaceful
As a winters night in the woods--
A canopy as black as pitch, 
Spangled with the pinpricks of a billion stars--
Shimmering.
The banks of snow and downy flake,
Turned to diamonds by the...

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A sun, a heart of incandescent fire,
Awakens silence, sets the void afire.
A silent hum, a gravitational sway,
Where cosmic dust begins its ancient play.

First Mercury, a whisper near the blaze,
A scorched terrain through sun-drenched hazy days.
No...

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The storm has blown itself away; there is a lighting of the sky.
The monstrous waves start to recede, and the ripples just pass on by.
The rocks find a new home from the pounding they have...

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1..A rusty door-nail leaks a drying crust.
2..The taint of copper pennies.
3.Salt licking the scars of the unhealed.
4..A sunset burning dry corn.
5.Eyes bruised by anger.
6.Lips cut by stinging words.
7.Money burning holes in red letter days.
8.A fledglings...

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In the mystical realms where shadows waltz with whispers of yesteryear,
Where the moon's silver tendrils weave through the fabric of the night,
The man, the mad ape, traverses, a spectral echo of humanity lost,
Chasing the phantoms...

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The clamor of an ordered life;
The ticking of a clock—
The babble of ambition;
The clatter of the day.
So for the sake of quietude
Traveled I alone, and far...

Spent I a winter’s night in the woods
To hear the...

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Down past the meadow is the grand old hotel.
Where statues of marble encircle the ponds
Tall cypress line up like soldiers at arms,
saluting each limo that comes down the hill

Limousines arrive daily, like vultures of prey,...

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the skelton of the watch
a vigil for the passing dead
things left unfed 
wraiths wander on 
watching wanting waiting 
guiding the blind in to the light
the instruments of time to mark mortality
counting the seconds, minutes, hours...

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I sit in the dark on so many nights,
your words flooding over me.
You vocalize emotions that soothe my tortured soul.
We are sharing a balance of being, 
knowing all is well in the world.
 
Humor being...

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in the chilling crisp night
	with out a stirring trace of breeze
tingling fear of unseen eyes
	as my hackles begin to rise

Ebony skies with bright jewels scattered
	pinpricks of rain bowls that quickly glitter
pale moon like watching eye
	baleful...

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You come to me through breathing nuances of your soul
Pinpricks of laughter, tears, and excitement
Memories buried deep within
Trickles of blood
Moments of loss

My body warms
My heart expands
I am a conduit
To receive the gifts you bring

Dancing cells...

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Soliloquy to Love

To be loved or not to be loved; restatement of existential indecision.
No less a question to the universe, no less unanswered, no less
Turned aside by fear of the unknown.
Not to be loved; a...

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In the heart of the swamp where the shadows creep,  
Lives a witch in the mist, secrets buried deep.  
With eyes like embers and hair like night,  
She conjures her magic by...

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Splinters and Beams

                    Stream of consciousness gleams under stark cover
      ...

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iv.


within genesis, 
a silent monk chanted
at a perpetual window,
thin cracks of canticle’s
completed my insanity,
at astonishing heights
invisible feet walked on air,
free of psychosis 
the water rippled as I slipped, 
silently screaming 
into this dazzling stream 
called...

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Perhaps the "We" in a poem about young "America" can thread the plural pronoun 
into a universal tapestry:

"We" seek the Sunrise- fiery golden streams, threads of expectancy, not simply of hope.  Rarely realized.

Almost always...

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Death to the mockingbird with one shot to the heart,
Crushing wings with desperation sings sorrow worlds apart.
Concrete tears from wasted eyes fall on a mossy burial ground,
Taste the regret as it is yet to expel...

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How lonely distant stars must be
Unnoticed by people looking down
Waiting for blue skies to turn dark
Waiting for stars gazers to show
I wait for Venus to comfort me
I wait for Orion's glow to gird me
For constellations...

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walking the plank on a pirate ship
one slip,point blank,i'm in deep dark sh..
shadows they curse me with torments and taunts
am i better off dead just swimming with sharks?

fins start to rise from black waters of...

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How to Find Your Way Home
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You put a jar over the flame, 
Snuff me out before I have the chance
To burn.  How could you-- 
Leave me alone in here? 
My strength, like the wax, 
Can dripdripdrip for so long...

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