Long Sketchbook Poems

1.

The light of dawn
from the slit of the curtain,
Silence
And the sound of silence.

2.

He opened his eyes. Faint images crossed the sky of his mind, he did not submit to them, took up his body and...

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That night, under the luminance of my city, listening to your music, you asked me what it felt like to fall in love. At first I was at a loss for words, although in my...

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The steam slowly raises from inside my mug, wrapping itself around my pencil, eventually 
evaporating into the musty atmosphere.
As I open my sketchbook I imagine all the possibilities of a world inside my head, but...

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I hear the door open.
It is my chance.
I run up from the basement to 
see my darling offspring who used to
love me, sneak out of her room.

She looks up from her cereal.
Is that a growl?
I...

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Little Coffee House 

It’s the coffee counter line-up
A conveyor belt of people 
Ready for their little treat
A little piece of comfort
From their favorite beanery
I strum as I watch them 
My guitar like an old friend
They...

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The sun has been looking for me all day,
But I've chosen to hide under mismatched pajamas and layers of irritation.
I don't know what I'm angry about, I just am.
I wake up at 7:24, glare at...

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Cats are containers of
colorful personality.
A blue cat sits alone
looking at the floor before him.
His mind blank as,
a new sketchbook;
waiting for the artist within to,
paint him into a clown.

Red cats rage against life’s storms
and invaders in...

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To pick up a line and take it for a stroll.
The essential is within, the mystics say,
but equally important is the outside:
a stunning summer sky, two wind-whipped clouds,
in the intense green background a dazzling yellow...

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How to build my spaceship?
Let me see...
First I would grab
A coffee or tea.

Then I would open
My big sketchbook
An amateur please
Not a vet, but a rook.

Only at night
Would I work on my ship
So I could stare...

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It made me so sad
when you told me
that you cut your 
wrists.

And it was made so much 
worse when
you rolled your sleeves
down and showed me
both of them.

"Sorry to change the
subject, but I have
to ask: what...

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By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/

Users learn English grammar when ICT is used.
Microsoft Word can check the misspelled words,
It even reminds the users' choppy words,
Google Doc can detect the wrong structure of words,
And Grammarly.com can recommend suitable...

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Here with fond wit
Opt cheer to fit
Move joy's fine bits


Etch a true style
Apt that grand smile
Thrill sparks worthwhile


Make time for space
Ink words of grace
Dream syncs this place


Treat works that tell
Old touch greets spell
Wise worth glimpse...

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The strangers came and went into the house.
I barely noticed; my dirt had just been delivered.
A truck load of rich, black, northern Iowa farm soil.
I threw myself down and laid in it for a bit,...

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Just thirteen and already hiding,
capped off like an old oil well,
ears clamped shut 
with a musical flair of pink in a bush
    of unkempt hair.

Thirteen and all balled up
   ...

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Be ye as wise as serpents' (Matthew 10: 16)


you live long enough
everything runs together
like water and sand
the circle where the serpent
coiled at the edge of the sea
seems less than
stepping on moonlight
and holding a child

you live...

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Nature makes me blossom,
from the flower that blooms in my backyard,
to the tall trees that shimmer with green.

When I was five I remember exploring the outdoors, 
taking my red sketchbook everywhere.
Lines flying through the page,
as...

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Talk about your nuclear weapons.
My brain feels like it’s about to explode.
Last summer I started sketching
with a group called Sketchbook Skool.
I drew and colored and Zentangled and arted
every day for months and months.
I felt so...

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Alltsaigh - The Scotch Highlands


I made a pact with you near water's edge: 

 Before the campers came, 

I would remove The drawings on the hostel's kitchen walls

 In which you are a few sad...

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Firecracker red under Equator sun, lion’s mane
bobbing, obscene tongue. Unseen,
the serpent slips inside, small as a whisper.

It curls around my heart, hoarding it like treasure.
Fans warm embers of my pomegranate cells, wakes
something deep inside the...

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PUBLICATION

In this digital age

Our

thoughts

bonded

together,

though ever apart


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Morning glories light the morning
Hummingbirds bloom in every blossom’s breath

Flickering of gold dust shook from tiny heads;
Fairy magicians
Glistening the morning light,

A sleight of hazy wings,
A sudden quickening of the heart's delight.
That summer so much too...

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I can hear the water, 
	a giggle almost, 
	in the small cold spring 
	by which I sat
	that foggy morning, 
	sketchbook, pen, and watercolors in hand. 
	A weed with a single white flower 
	grew from the...

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Prize how you feel with thoughts that sum;
Opt finesse here with words that spring;
Etch what you will as feelings come;
Match pain and cheer with surge and fling.
Seek a sure tell in verses scripts clear;
Keep a...

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Rolling into bed-n-blankets;
I turn to ensure that my pen, journal 
and sketchbook are beside my bed.
My dream-companions need me,
as much as I need them.
they need my imagination and its wanderings,
to spill upon their pages,
like water...

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Rolling into bed-n-blankets;
I turn to ensure that my pen, journal 
and sketchbook are beside my bed.
My dream-companions need me,
as much as I need them.
they need my imagination and its wanderings,
to spill upon their pages,
like water...

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