Long Stencil Poems

I Was off work not feeling too well
When covid 19 came along there was no time to dwell
I came back to work and sat in the huddle feeling nervous but I knew  no hugs...

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Master piece

A masterpiece 
A work of Art 
Created from our fathers heart 
Unique and wonderfully made 
He mastered and completed 
Yet some defeated 
They left you out 
Mastering a piece 
Don't come easy 
It comes...

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10/17/16


Back to the fundamentals
It's been happening worldwide, continental

Wilted leaves and healthy flower petals
Amid Large boulders or tiny pebbles
Among soft to hard metals

The rain at times may be gentle or torrential

Call it quintessential
Way before fishing vessels
Or...

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‘When only the satellites are spared in the distance
And the mother ship has lost her spin around the axis
When our last personal effects are launched in a capsule, 
And we’re all gone, is there proof...

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Usually I make love to my pad with words and my pen craves me
Well this is Jason Voorhees combined with slim shady
I'm carving my words on the page with a Machete that Jason used for...

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The waves slide over the shore
Leaving tiny, squiggly trails
The moon and sun battle for the sky
And the big, bright moon prevails.
The beach is shrouded in darkness
Dimmly lit by only one light
That dances through the undertow
Marching...

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Should I start at the middle
and spiral outward?
I mean I don’t know what I’m doing,
just winging it.
I’m going to need some colorless beads
for the scarecrow eyes
of raw memories.

This is more a mandala thing,
a montage of...

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Rearing on stardust, hungry for adventure
Grazing the evergreen imaginings
Beauty poised for new beginnings
Infer my taming abilities as head you lower

Enthral my youth with a thousand horsepower
Grasping your mane, you smell my fears
In my whimper, taste...

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A Poetry Read Along

Would there ever be anything wrong
If we were to have a Poetry Read Along
After writing with either pen or pencil
Poems could become part of a stencil.

My poem is profound and well-laid
On screen...

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To be. To feel.
To feel, to love,
To love. To rage,
To rage, to die
Like a good Romantic, or to sleep like this,
Ghosting about
Like a loose plastic bag
That flaps on a windy night
Under a sodium street lamp’s
Eerie...

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Where I'm from we don't do debts, fronts, or take tabs
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
Put that money on the head, you don't need a mask
They don't understand nothing but stashing cash
How is a...

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" YOUR  Signature  ... "

( Genesis 1: 1  /  Rev. 4: 11 )


(Part 2 of 2)

YOUR  Signature ...
Signs On All Existence's Account Ledgers
... Is A Literary, Moniker-Masterpiece
A Singularly, Most Stentorious-Stenography
As...

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Why is it that beauty dies young?
The forest fire claims the young oak.

If only she could see herself as he,
If only she could feel her beauty.
Her one true love, the arts,
Stories told with the dip...

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Thoughts can be blurry and empty.
paper on an easel, a whirlpool on a sheet
letting emotions explode into poetry,
explores the realm of cryptical and mystery
Crafting verbal art saps one's inventiveness.

I wrapped my body with a tattered...

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Helios, open darkened shutters Night did seal;
Nyx's opaque, drawn shades one by one peel.
With prehensile fingers grip your enlightened quill,
Selene's pale orb with luminescent lines reel.
With gilded parasol twirl your flaming wheel,
Until enjoined sparks into...

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If I were to collage next year
I’d place bronze across gold
and third over first,
stick paper upon electric,
paste glutton below thirst.

If I were to sculpt next year
I’d chisel women into boardrooms,
chip away white to reveal colour,
smooth...

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We all tend to hold faith and hope to bolster 
our daily stay inside a positive base where our
desired dreams and wants are void of negative
claims as painfully aimed straight towards afraid.

Each morn we dress...

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I once knew a boy 
who'd roam street to street 
with a brush in his hand
and a bucket at his feet

He'd put little shadows in corners 
where sunshine couldn't reach,
And string alphabets into quotes
from books...

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Though her life span was less than a week,
The Pink Lady of Malibu was a glorious sight, 
Never to be forgotten by anyone who was lucky enough to see her
The daring escapade spanned six months
Timing...

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People say, when there's a will, there's a way
But this way will only lead me astray
Without you everything annoys me again
The faint sound of people I hear when my music stops
I don't want them to...

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It sits on the pantry shelf where it's always been
The old blue bread box made of tin
with faded white letters B R E A D stencil on
for some reason of it I am fond

It no...

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Violins serenade as tourist's watch
Parades of landscapes and grandfather clocks
Pianos join and share in the melody
Stained picture glasses, a view that's heavenly
A scenery that's vast in a foregin land
Cathedrial's tower, ballerinas they dance
The woman of...

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Along the edge of a forgotten woodland                     
There slithers a wave of  auroral tint,
As...

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Lest I be guilty of grossest negligence
I feel like I must put in my own two cents
As I watch and evaluate strong evidence
We owe a debt of gratitude to Mike Pence.

I know, I know, he’s...

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Hi, I’m young, I want to belong,
I come from the school of hard knocks.
So I stamp my tag, wherever I want,
On the side of the shipping train box.

Hi, well, I’m the unemployed artist,
With a political...

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