Long Tweezers Poems

“Concrete Hearts, the Deep End Keys and the Miniaturist's Poetry of Sleep”

Following the Babel paths,
where footprints progress
like rough-hewn braille,
temptation shows itself well deep
to be turned and touched,
substantially labyrinth

The Open 
is lead  
further in, and...

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You’re the headless horseman running on half a heart 
You shouldn’t know where to go but you just do 
And you’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached to you 
Lost puzzle pieces, collecting dust,...

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When I was just a  little girl, we lived by railroad tracks;
we loved the steamy, smoky stacks, the wheels clickety clack.
On many days we would find, knocking at our door,
a hobo who had jumped...

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Was it worth
Butchering the butterflies 
We gave each other? 

Were they not 
Pretty enough? 
Or were they just too fragile 
For your unstable world? 

Your world of
Mismatched jigsaw puzzle thoughts 
And drunk high school riddles...

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Aspiration towards elusive apotheosis of enlightenment...

analogous to where
the fountainhead of knowledge
gushes forth unstoppable
as a result after Atlas shrugged
his head and shoulders
loosing bits of esoteric material
(and hairs - i.e. fluff
as the spouse would say
caught up in...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES : LV - Mind unwinding tweezers

If you let « bygones be bygones » , there’ll be no FUTURE left, and since we can’t always live in the EVER PRESENT (yet that’s what we...

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Francis saw the lights and heard the approaching sound of the Harley.She was at the entrance when Suzanne and Arlis pulled up .He slumped behind Suzanne leaning upon her as she maneuvered the bike to...

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The House That Jack Built (Pt. 2)

During Summer’s sweet vacation and sometimes on a school night,
 When most were safe in Dreamland and the Village bathed in moonlight,
 Nancy would toss gravel near my bedroom...

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Gold Dredging

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Four Short Poems for the Apocalypse

Poem #1 – “Reality Bites”

Feeling so hopeless.
Feeling the loss somewhere inside.
I can feel it, but I don’t know quite where.
Reality bites.
Feeling so awkward and sad.
I knew it was bound to...

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Santa’s Little Skelf

Santa Clause is here again It`s almost Christmas day
But Santa has a problem he can’t sit on his sleigh.

Every time he sits down he jumps up from his seat
He`s been standing up so...

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À propos preponderant passion penning poems...
posited puzzling apt aperçu...

While pondering particular
theme to address
amidst tangled wide, whirled 
webbed mental skein
today November third
two thousand twenty two,
unexpected Möbius strip
tease conundrum unforeseen,
yet as avid aspiring wordsmith
only now I became...

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Sylvia writes, “I have the choice,”
And her words gut me like
An overeager pubescent student
With a scalpel and tweezers.
I feel the same as she.  I, too, 
Ricochet; I, too, document it 
In my journal and...

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16.12.2015 

Part 2

Call me a consciousness conspiracy theorist but wise,
I dig out many lies while being surprised, 
So I rewire with the motivation of desire,
Cause I want the rest!!!
As I try my heart felt best,
I'm...

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‘ex post facto’ it is facile to see the human reality of  matter

one does not need artificial intelligence to feel sorrow and joy

	a life not bravely examined is not worth living

	and therefore she dissected...

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A is for an album to hold my stamp hoard,
B is for back of book where my “specials” are stored.

C is for the cancellation that causes such strife,
D is for definitives with their unlimited life.

E...

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À propos preponderent passion penning poems...
posited puzzling apt aperçu...

While pondering particular
theme to address
amidst tangled webbed mental skein
today November third
two thousand nineteen,

unexpected Möbius strip
tease conundrum unforeseen,
yet as avid aspiring scrivener
only now I became keen,
which theoretical, rhetorical,

philosophical......

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Bare feet step onto the cold black and white mosaic tiles.
A few tiles are missing, revealing beige glue embedded with purple lint.
An inconveniently small black knob, striped with old toothpaste
is twisted 
to illuminate the reluctant...

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I ain’t a doctor and never will be,
but one night I got into hot water,
I was trying to help but it didn’t help me,
the night a young wife had a daughter.

And it all began with...

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When dinning out in a restaurant there are things you should not do!
                      ...

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My tech of nology is some what limited
Even when I try to get things printed
But to transfer pictures is testing me
Failed to connect keeps harrassing me

Tech of nology is a crazy puzzle
Has tied my mind...

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See we know about traditional old skool 
gangster new school and mumble 
well I’m the additional 
mister medicinal 
brain cells missing 
brain fail consistent 
I’ll stand here and diss you all 
don’t get me fishing...

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Last night I dreamt of them
Fleeing under the cover of darkness
Liars, adulterers, murderers and thieves
Terrified of the monsters on their heels 
They flew into an abandoned house and began pushing old furniture against the flimsy...

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Morning

Having sighed a great sigh
He perused all his tools
From the mainsprings and tweezers
To the wheels and the jewels.

He removed the large case latch
From the pocket watch cover
To survey all the insides
As he would any other.

He...

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More and more splinters in my palms. 
Sometimes you don’t realize. 
Plucking out the splintered wood with tweezers. 
And hearing a growling sound.
My family-

Called out to me. 
As if they are my family.
I told them...

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