Long Squiggles Poems

Teddiboo was trifling and trifling so
He just kept wandering to and fro
His barber Mr. Smith had grown old and gray
Mr. Smith had just moved far far away

Teddiboo was a Spaazzoozle and don't you know
His hair...

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I feel privileged.

I have been chosen by the Government 
as part of a group testing something called 
Edible Clinical Marijuana.

Honestly I half expected it to look like a Burrito 
because the name sounds sort of...

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An apparitions favourite word from punctuation-less sentences that continue on, on, on.
Cope without it you useless fools a flick suffices.
Semi-colon, colon, joining words thrust through the large intestines that have never shone.
After the stop get...

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Wordsmiths, take heed ...

Letters of the alphabet,
By themselves are but harmless shapes
Of ink or graphite or digital information,
(Placed in ordered variations of ones and zeros),
But when combined in specific patterns and placement and propriety,

Become the...

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Dots and line and blips on a page. 
Squiggles. Dashes. Swirls. Short and long ones.
Some with loops. Others just plain plain. 
None meant anything to Charles. They never had.


He had gotten along fine in forty-six...

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 Unmeant meanings

	Words keep watch
				
      their eyes in the empty spaces
                   ...

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Christmas spirit was all over the house.
A day for a party, but with plenty of louse.
Ding-a-ling-bring-some-sling unseeing Dan
Came alone, which is always the best that he can.
He contributed chocolate fudge that was tasty and sweet.
For...

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Words mean so much to those of us who are word dreamers, word-lovers, 
word jugglers, word players, word-doers,  But what about those of us who cannot read? Is it no wonder that our world...

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Oh, to fly underwater - to ply the deepest oceans!
          To navigate sunbeams like temple pillars,
          ...

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A lost monopoly game
Williams fright, bridge, faith
and urban blight, Williamsburg.

Soot gray and brick red
the buildings stand
slumped, shrouded
death in the abundance
of vacant buildings.

Waste strewn sea
of asphalt, concrete, and urban dreams.
Cracks housing cigarette butts
form paper chains at...

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Anacreontic Verse, for Edward Ebbs's Contest 
Written January 16, 2016

   I red of your blue
             in strange yellow ink
  ...

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In the Kitchen

This is about a particular drawing though I wish not to disclose which one exactly I 
mean for it matters so much that it matters no longer because my friends Arthur and
Bim watch...

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without moving anything but my eyes I see
a mouse pad, computer, power cord, phone
fork, knife, spoon, half eaten chunk of meatloaf
stapler, scissors, Clorox wipes
Jason Reynolds and Ibram X Kendi’s books Stamped
 
without leaving my seat...

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My professor rattles on
but I’m not listening.
Instead, I’m staring at
the inside of the novel
I’ve only read half of.

There were just too many things
in the way last week
papers to grade
prayers to say
my daughter’s dance class on...

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time cloaked         fierce wrath
I gave up the past or the wind
            wipe the chill off my...

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My canvas calls for blue today.
A light delicate pretty blue, not the ugly mean ones.
I mix the one I want, a sky blue on an October day.
When it dries I stare at where grass might...

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Poetry

A baby’s babble blowing bubbles for no reason but the pleasure of being in tune

The child squirting face paint composing handprints on the cushions of comfort

A football drawing a line from her foot straight into...

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My mother mentioned casually that I was dyslexic.
This was something I had forgotten.
I knew I had to wear a glove for a year of first grade
To force me to not use my left dominant hand.
But...

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We have sunflowers and sunspots.
Both brilliant, yellow, and dazzling.
You can sniff one, but not the other.
Both delicate, and powerful.

Moonstones with rainbow power
can be iridescent and comforting.
Moon landings, not so easy.
Mooning – not as appealing.

Word play...

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This simple tree...
Her branches a
Tree Clef staff for song
birds.
Her canopy a trapeze for these
squiggles, these squirrels.

This simple tree...
Her trunk a temple;
a spire to Heaven.
Her bark a canvas
for Northern moss.

This simple tree...
Her roots a roof
to burrowing...

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You were once a small child 
With paper and crayon
Cacophony’s of colours 
Scribbles so crazily drawn.

Then Mummies and Daddies
Crafted with circles and lines.
Soon squiggles of sunbursts
Your world produced in design.

Princes and princesses
Flashy flowers on the...

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Characters on a page
squiggles, but meaningful ones
on the page.
Shuffle those around and put them on the page.
Shuffle them around and try again.
Think about them. 
Shuffle them around and try again.
The characters on the page
meaningful squiggles,...

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Jack the Jester some people call me
Quite hard living up to at times
But if you keep reading, I'll write some sillies
To help you forget winter's signs

Join the army... visit exotic places
Meet strange people, then kill...

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She was up early that morning on a mission to feed her new fish 
nose plastered to the glass she eyes the goldfish with enthusiasm 
two little chubby arms wrap around a bowl of heavy...

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Jack the Jester some people call me
Quite hard living up to at times
But if you keep reading, I'll write some sillies
To help you forget winter's signs

Join the army... visit exotic places
Meet strange people, then kill...

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