Long Snipping Poems

Written: March 28, 2024 For Constance La France Contest

Quote: (The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.) Marcel Proust
 
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WRITING WITH WEEPING WORDS

Lucinda runs through the forest,
runs past the barren fields, runs
past the lucid waterfall, runs
with her tears, leaving seeds of despair.

Roses with thorns grow most beautiful -
red, pink, yellow, white, as she grieves,
running,...

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Was it his head tilt that stumped me—
Was it his keen variations of hilarity,
Was it his words—wild, strange, free,
Like a bird straight out of captivity? 

He had a frisky, playful tongue
That sounded like a friend
With...

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I have a special interest in telling about my colonoscopy.
The doc cheerful, secure in his specialty, colon cancer being
the second leading cause of cancer death after lung tumors.
They can snip the precancerous polyps right out...

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In the yard next to my house, 
I often spy a small strange pretty woman
watering her bougainvilleas.
Trails of rosy pink and white intermingle 
along one side of her ancient house,
where they drift down to the...

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My rose bushes are lusher than ever this year.
For soaking rain and warm days abound,
Though with too little sun I fear.
Still, they give me many blooms that astound.

Their gentle glow lightens any despair, 
On return...

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Do you ever take the time
To just stop
And listen?
If you listen closely enough
You can hear your eye lids
Click.
You can hear your ears
Pop
And your brain
Shift.
You can hear the liquids
Sway in your head.
If you listen closely enough.

A...

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It’s time to write of unnecessary things,
to imagine alternative endings to journeys not taken.

This stained coffee mug
that nudges my elbow like a muddy bible;
it has not been washed for 2 days
but I still read it...

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Sun-faded cardboard photographs
of 1970’s hairstyles
were tacked to 
the brown paneled walls.
His counter was cluttered with 
the shiny tools of his trade,
a chipped glass bowl
laden with lollypops,
and a jar of combs 
in blue liquid.
National Geographic,
Sports Illustrated,...

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She gathered roses,
one at a time,
choosing carefully,
for you see, they were her healing

A light breeze tickled her hair
as a brief smile curved upon her soft lips
The sun, bright on this day was a welcome diversion
from...

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Patronize me not because your feet ride in new heels
In a flurry of moves to prop the ego
That in a hurry kills
Dreams and creams in streams of unwise steps you and I can forgo ...

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I was never afraid to 
Tell the story of the panic doors.
It once began while I shimmied my
Way up a lattice and
Into the guest room.
I felt like a child on the
Verge of an egocentric breakdown.
Full...

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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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said
to have
a face of true
beauty so beautiful
too beautiful deserving
an Athenian beauty salon

curse
hours under
the sculpting 
stylist's stolen eye
honey when i'm done 
with you you'll rock their

socks off
so sitting back
closing her beautiful
eye lids of her beautiful
face she...

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Pour down

 

Utter a word that speaks to the soul

Savor a moment that drips from these lips 

From this tongue, take a sip

Of these moments 

This trip upon journey, 

And reveries galore

A moment to store...

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Broken hearted, I hand in my resignation
From seas of disappointments I’ve suffered
At your hands in stagnation
You nurtured, progress snuffed, your ego puffed

In your Ivory Tower where power
Looms strong on the agenda
You pursue every second, every...

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Children of possibilities navigate the classable realms,
settling upon the measurable.
Amorous piglets, their peachy snouts delve,
rooting through the trash heap of desire.

"In a time beyond now," wheatenly speaks the tale-spinner,
plucking a clover, pale and crowned with...

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when did the 
douchebag get his own
beard?
when did the pencil-thin
maintenance of the facial
hair of a male
become something 
with which 
we walked with our heads
held high?---
first time i saw this
idiot stripe 
wrapping round the
larded jowls of...

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Here she comes again,
That clip-happy, snippy crone who fancies herself a gardener.
What?
She is doing such a horrible job of it.
She clipped two of us unmercifully yesterday,
And we both had potential, talent, and gloriousness
These other buds...

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Mrs. Hechtman lived next door
And when her roses bloomed,
She always brought us a bouquet
To keep our house perfumed.

The blossoms, of the palest pink,
Were dangerously thorned
Yet in my mother’s crystal vase,
They kept our house adorned.

I sometimes...

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It’s time to write of unnecessary things,
to imagine alternative endings to journeys not taken.

It’s time to write of bits of string,
one small fake discolored Swiss Army knife,
a lucky pebble that has brought me nothing but...

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Come take a tour,
of my grooming shop,
at poems end, I'm sure you'll agree,
were the best,
so forget the rest,
C'mon, read on, and see,
dogs all check in, in the morn,
looking all tattered and worn,
now let's trot down...

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The zoo’s a peep show for kids —
excoriation from the
Society for Indecency to Naked Animals.

Bare chested is fine
but clothe their behinds.

The tailors stay busy
snipping and sewing
animal clothing.

A Buck Henry Hoax,
not too kind to Mr. Ed,
for...

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I'm no good at trimming trees,
Cut right through them like a breeze.

Snipping here and snipping there,
Like someone without a care.
 
Make no-sense to hire someone,
For I've already begun.

I always start way-down low,
Fast and fiery as...

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wolf at my feet snipping the string
pirranahs in the sink such a funky stink
im soo confused to useless rules
what do you see we see things my way
my way, what way to get there
how do i...

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