Long Thimbles Poems

Hello, there. Rise and shine. I think I’ll call you Adam/
Who are you? Your creator. The maker of all you fathom/
You can call me God. This place is the Garden of Eden/
Why’d you make me?...

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"Paper Tigers"



eyes mark slow time
spotting leopard rhyme
never changing its spots
black balled
white pops
the want-to-be bees
sting the dripping honey spot

slapping cards down
kitty pots are shuffled
bluffing intelligentsia
between the gaps
flatulent poets floss their teeth
waxing lyrical strings
tied to the weary...

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I am a singular event 
Occupying a particular span of time. 
I am a concrete mystic 
And an incurable skeptic 
Seeking an approximation 
Of peace and domestic tranquility. 
I am a Slavic soul brother 
Living...

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Fragmented fairytales, Fermented freedom
There's no remorse for the dead, this I know
For, I've been dead for far too long
While there's not one ounce of sympathy to show
Red Redemption, Rhapsody Right 
I'm bromidic, lost, shallow, cold...

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Salty glass eyes,
Thimbles brimming
with summer-leaf green poison
stare back at me.

A stare chilled subzero.
I, of course, imagine this stare
is a defense mechanism to hide her troubles.
I imagine a glimmer of light
that luminates from her bust.
This is...

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The Construct of an Essence Forming

Collaborative custodians of remuneration for the poor
Commemorative symposiums on humans need for wanting more
Symbols of ancient mystery drawn upon cave walls
Thimbles of fragrant misery born from what a man recalls

A...

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The time was 1969, the place- Home-Economics class in junior high. While guys got sent 
to “shop,” those of us of the softer sex learned culinary skills. I loved those days when the 
room was...

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Poem submitted to "Those We Love Poetry Contest," Mystic Rose, sponsor

ECHOES
I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pinking shears, the...

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I rhyme for delight not bragging rights
don't be mad you don't match my light
claim the best I suggest practice
light yourself on fire like a book of matches
not many can match this, words so attractive
mind so...

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'Umbrella Jim' was the sneakiest scoundrel west of the Missisip'!
Usin' the shell game and sleight of hand, of yer purse he'd gyp.
He'd set up shop 'neath an umbrella whether inside or under an oak.
Usin' three...

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Jesus Torment - The Villanelle Of The Bible--

Jesus couldn't stop thinking about the bible
It was just so dear and energetic
Never had he known anything so royal

That morning, Jesus was shocked by the thimbles
He found himself...

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Solely self inflicted
Jury Judged Convicted
On them I've fed
Salty years I've bled
A society in form, though not in norm
Their eyes rake as headless mouths intake
A  knotted pine snake heedless to participate,
I am in the middle...

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The leather tethers kept loosening.
I had to pull at them until
they dug into your body
binding you to a rocking cross.

It was all for nothing
you died snapping at unseen knives,
arching up, bending time into
frozen waves.

You once...

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The leather tethers kept loosening.
I had to pull at them until
they dug into your body
binding you to a rocking cross.

It was all for nothing
you died snapping at unseen knives,
arching up, bending time into
frozen waves.

You once...

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The Ballerina



Exterior, jagged and mystic

Short body, muscular physique

Reddish brown nappy hair

Shading deep brown eyes

from the sun’s glare

Earrings in her nose

Rings on her toes

Pricks on her fingers

From the sewing thimbles

Walking through the crisp leaves

Small body hidden...

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Red shingled roofs rise and sink,
slickly buoyant with new showers.
Cars drive behind cloud-skyscrapers.

The park is soggy with small dogs,
colorful umbrellas are set aside
beside paddling pigeons.

Dewdrops slide over hanging buds,
while lush leaves
breathe their own green aroma.

By...

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Could that ruby throated hummingbird be God?
Fanning smiles-igniting sighs in brief thimbles of time...
To help temper the graying emptiness of our swirling lives.
Then just as quickly as they arrive, they flit away with our sighs.
There's...

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Grandma’s craft cottage was a magical place.
A room with thimbles, embroidery, beads, bits of lace.
Multifarious fat quarters were folded into neat little squares
There was always a hot iron close at hand.

We cousins loved stopping in...

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Artfully arranged articles:
Books beside bedding,
Clocks, camera, china cups clinking,
Dishes, decanters, dining damask,
Electronics
Facing ferns,
Gardening gear.   Gaudy
Handwoven hats hide
Inkstained
Jute.   Junk jewelry,
Kitchenware, kite kits,
Linens laying lopsided.
Marbles, magazines, menswear,
Nice needlework, necklaces,
Ornaments,
Pots, pans, pretty plants put...

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My heart is a drum, 
My hands are symbols,
I have a voice like a cat 
And people use thimbles.

They plug up their ears
And over the years,
All of my peers have… 
Purchased from Sears.

I think I...

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God bless the searchers
wandering through this maze
that we call yesterday and today
the pollen of living on their bee faces
they flicker into our lives
then back to shadow for awhile
their sky mirages always brightening our eyes.

Along the...

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Unfolding through the woodlands,
A carpet of bedazzled blue,
Bells summoning the fairies,
To the Springtime review.

They've come to make their magic,
To cast their seasonal spells,
The bluebell's nodding head's,
Beckons that all is well.

The fairies fill bluebell thimbles
And drink...

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