Long Stapler Poems

"A White Sheet of Paper."  Part1

Once upon a time I was a white sheet of paper
Pilled between hundreds on a shelf my neighbor 
For years was an old stapler.

I was full of life yet...

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After a confrontation with ben an old friend
I managed to  push the violent fight for later in the day 
Two thirty pm, to be exact I say 
Couldn’t even go to lunch with the...

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As soon as I stepped through the doors of the mall
I ran into two old friends John and Paul
They were with two girls the first named Karen
And I think the other girl was named Sharon

I...

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When you kiss me I get those feeling
You know the feelings,
First the one that most will describe as "butterflies" 
But with you they are not"butterlies"they are fluttering and tickleing,
But, after awhile, they are sliceing and...

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After college, I worked for Boeing
An engineer in Aero Space
They gave me a desk in a large room 
Mostly Engineers in that place

I’d only worked there a shot time
When I had an incident
I bent over...

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I have this book on my desk where I
do all of my writing. It’s on this little
red bookshelf that I found on the side
of the road outside an antique store.
The book is called “Mid-Century French...

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On my work desk there is a junk pile of career dolls,
A pile of papers, and one that oftentimes falls.
Along with an enormous empty blue water cup,
Stapler, scotch tape, stuffed animals, a little pink pup.

Six...

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When the chequered pattern of plain wallpaper catches your eye a budgie can perform a backflip whilst eating a cucumber. It is wise to use a stapler to fasten a knot in a ceiling beam....

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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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I am self proclaimed real swinger
My name however, for a Nerd is a dead ringer
I have perfected the War Craft game
On Micro Soft computer applications, I can put anyone to shame
I am not into testosterone...

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Where do you get these ideas? She asks; poetry is a daunting task.
See the apple, Playdough, pen, stapler, and bleach cleanser I ask?
I use them with “what if” and create a missive in seconds sometimes.
I...

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He is an odd little guy; looks distorted.
Having no fear, I approach him.
We speak through telepathy, not words.
He tells me time travelled from B.C.

How does he know that? I wonder.
He laughs, and I smile. He...

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Inspired by a paperclip, the pen began to write
The clip danced a mean tango with a errant fork.
They were showing the room the time of their lives
When stapler began to click-clack, vying for attention

How do...

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I have a small secret love in my life, 
A marriage I love to do,
It’s when I use the stapler, 
Making one grouped sheet from two.

The heavy duty mechanical,
The straight, to big, to small,
I love...

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Your metal head has a mind of its own
When laptop chase rushes to meet deadline,
Pointed teeth decide to clump together
Jamming the bar with those sharp incisors;
My bones whacking the ledge, in high-scale of rage. 

Braces...

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Were to go without paper
I'd never need
A pen or a ruler
of useful mead

That pencil, eraser
and stapler alike
Are ransom to all
a paper knows rike

And likened to glue
and compass that might
Encircle for hours
a drawings delight

To top with...

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Were to go without paper
I'd never need
A pen or a ruler
of useful mead

That pencil, eraser
or stapler alike
Are ransom to all
a paper knows rike

And likened to glue
and compass that might
Encircle for hours
a drawings delight

To top with...

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