A WHISPER IN DEVILS EAR
You have missed one, he’s over there
Now’s just the right time to approach
And a need for flattery, not reproach
You surely can clearly see his despair
Come on, it’s just another candidate
Sign him up, you have that contract
And even an old nibbed pen, in fact
So, before he leaves, do not hesitate
It must be at least the millionth time
Surely such prompting’s not required
Of course I realise even you get tired
But striking the deal feels so sublime
Your role is to make tempting offers
They will succumb, you know it well
Remember there is still room in Hell
And plenty of gold still in the coffers
Your numbers were down this year
You should know your job by now
We will reach your target somehow
By just a whisper in the Devil’s ear
Categories:
nibbed, business, fate,
Form: Rhyme
“Friendly Fire”
I was writing
when death came
like the sound of
clouds cracking open
the sound like all 4
horses, hooves kicking
in windows, stenographically
speaking like a scream,
my world shattered, the sound
like wanton sirens piercing
the unassuming quiet,
my hands were on fire then,
the keys melting into
the nerve ending of it all
as I punched holes
in the air like some
ticketmaster casually
strolling aisles married to
time racing petulantly
on some
runnaway train
I passed windows
that were not open
with my belly
in my throat
I heard the whisper
of it all
the soft banter
as I fell through
the floors
"you know",
they say,
"friendly fire,
this has happened before"
last thoughts
as I tap it all out
dancing through it all
like a fountain nibbed
sword
I am my worst
enemy
but then,
aren’t we all?
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
nibbed, dark, death, destiny, fate,
Form: Narrative
"Sharp Nibbed, Diminished"
Ignominy, cries softly ...
When the ground swallowed him
When life imploded inside
When the little girl cried
At that moment life died
When his heart broke
When all words dried
When his tears cried
the second time spent
absent love wept
willows drowning dreams
turning pages slowly
a life boat floating aimlessly
sharp-nibbed oars
beak-like bleeding
dipping feathers
into a black sea
heart shark-bit
calligraphy
diminished
forgiveness
writ.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
https://youtu.be/tKVvMiPDG20
Speed of Sound (Slowed & Reverb) / Coldplay
https://youtu.be/WIF4_Sm-rgQ
"Hallelujah" / Buckley
“All that noise, and all that sound
All those places I got found
And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand..."
LYRICS/ "Speed of Sound", Coldplay
https://genius.com/Coldplay-speed-of-sound-lyrics
Categories:
nibbed, fate, journey, life,
Form: Free verse
I found the letter in my father’s desk,
While sorting through his things after he died.
The writing was a style called “Romanesque”—
With letters shaped unusually wide.
My grieving heart was heavy, wrapped in gloom,
Alone, within his home in Baltimore.
A single desk lamp lit the shadowed room
As I removed the letter from the drawer.
I’ve heard it said, “You can’t go home, again.”
So true—and yet the job had to be done.
With words inscribed as with a broad-nibbed pen,
The envelope was addressed “To My Son.”
Inside I found a letter, frayed and worn,
My grandfather had written years ago.
“My dearest Son,” it said, “When you were born
“I held you in my arms, then watched you grow
“Into the man you are today. Well done!
“You made me proud!” Then, underneath, a few
Words written by my Dad to me, “My Son,
“I readdress this note: From me to you.”
Categories:
nibbed, father, grandfather, grief, love,
Form: Rhyme
Giving birth to new feelings,
life to the unborn
Eternity swaddled,
cradled and warm
A labored delivery,
nibbed forceps demand
Prying out a new meaning
—each stroke of the hand
(Plane To Las Vegas: July, 2016)
Categories:
nibbed, birth, writing,
Form: Rhyme
The silken snowflakes swinging by the sweet champagne
Your impish image sits inside the icy wine glass unique
The cinnamon passion switching the saffron surges insane
The night at the sharp bends swinging at the funky music
Should we go to the collaborating single malt and start
Or you would like to sit with the jasmine until ten
And write the poetry of the sweat and beat of the heart
Under the wonder of the stars with the red nibbed pen
Blows the blue breeze beside the bubbling brook
The bouquet of the black basket a blooming sword
The lion licks its lusty lips as the lovely eyes look
The pink passion pricking the pen to pour the words
Between the stanzas we shall make a pause to start again
Silken snowflakes swinging by the sweet champagne
___________________________________________________________
March 28, 2018
Alliteration poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
nibbed, life, love,
Form: Alliteration
Jules
Nibbed pen in hand, he labored on an open page.
In truth, his eyes were focused down upon the moon,
Volcanoes spewing as his capsule glided by.
An interruption shocked him back into his room.
He spied the page before him taking careful note
Before addressing matters that were near at hand.
The noontime meal was ready, calling him away
Still wondering if he and his passengers could land.
No sedentary figure, he had traveled well
And far beyond the borders of his writing desk
To scour oceans deep for all that man could need,
Or delve into strange doings in cavernous depths.
He lived upon an island quite mysterious,
For eighty days he roamed our orb by land and sea
The very center of the Earth he once explored
And on a comet he lived, accidentally.
He even sailed to Africa in his balloon.
An Arctic summer ocean he made manifest.
So many wondrous tales of traveling had he,
And all seen through the pages on his writing desk.
Categories:
nibbed, character,
Form: Rhyme
Giving birth to new feelings,
life to the unborn
Eternity now swaddled,
cradled and warm
A labored delivery,
nibbed forceps demand
Prying out a new meaning,
each stroke of the hand
(Plane To Las Vegas: July, 2016)
Categories:
nibbed, writing,
Form: Rhyme