Short Erasers Poems

If you've a mistake
   once you've clicked
     you're licked...

   'Smart pencils' 
     have erasers...

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Seasoned
Characters
Helpfully
Orchestrating
Ordinary
Life
Tasks,
Erasers
And
Chalk
Having
Equal
Rating...

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erasers are nice
 but we learn from our mistakes
so why erase them

why not cross it out
jot down another sentence
and make it complete...

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crack of thunder beach
clashing of hot and cold fronts
clapping erasers
splashing of dust molecules
summer school is in session...

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There's a clan from Scotland called the Fraser's
In battle they were the erasers
Their enemies were rubbed out
Kilted and screaming they'd shout
If they did it today, they'd be tasered...

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Back then you wrote with pencils,
At the bottom of these are erasers,
These are for your mistakes,
All the errors in your paper,
Then you so eagerly write with pens,
Words in inks are hard to erase!
You should have taken your time with the pencils…...

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Ye Olde Classoom Days


Let us take a cruise to the great past.
Hold tight, it won't be an easy task.
Look here, pencils and erasers, 
and books to hold, again!
Classrooms, no 'putters,
Loose leaf paper,
New crayons,
Rulers,
Clock


November 27, 2019...

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Empty souls enter the room
Rush to the waiting desks
Answer questions from rote
Spirit filling is left (out in street)
Erasers no longer in the room
Removed just like prayer____




(Most schools no longer have chalk boards and erasers but have electronic equipment)...

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taste
for
words
we are
an
chaser

chalkboard
blackened
by
white
erasers

fingernails scrape
down the backs
of
curtain
drapers

clawed
by
my
love

never had
an
love

my kind
of
love

hold me again
dear use me
with your
curves
naked
me's
admire your
taste for words
?...

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NEW YEAR

a clear slate with chalk
don’t bollix up the board
with mathematical equations

let it snow from erasers
applauding forgiveness 

let your words wander
from coast to coast
covering the pristine green

let arm circles soak up
all       the carbonized words
and begin again

with resolution

12/22/2017...

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As a writer, I embrace,
To help me when I’m way off base,
A pencil with, in proper place,
A pink expunging saving grace.

For up my sleeve, it is the ace
Which helps me more than just a trace.
Yes, I’d be lost if in this space
I was not able to erase.

We pencil users must keep pace
With techno-geeks or face disgrace.
Erasers keep us in the race.
Cut to the chase – I rest my case!...

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Playing mind games
with my mind.
Wet puzzles glued
with Frankenstein's
brain.
Rustled paper.
Kindergarten hands.
Round crisp newspaper
faces that look familiar
to me.
Painted bowls.
Rose's stems.
12th grade rulers.

Now I long for
those school year
days.

Plastic glue carved
around the art teacher's
head a masterpiece.
Erasers for our tongue
and we learned how to
speak ABC language....

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I have a friend so dear
though clever she's not clear
to life and these things
her phone constantly rings

but to answer it is she don't
when to be somewhere she won't
if so she's surely late
even for a date

she has no sense of time
that doesn't seem to chime
I always behold the watch
I'm dependable don't botch

I ask myself this though
is time just a show
so we will be swift chasers
one day we'll be time erasers...

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Based on observable 
And well-documented evidence,
War is nothing but the deliberate
And systematic erasure of human life,
With the purpose of achieving 
Some political goal.
In quantifying the variables 
That factor into the equation,
There is not, so much, 
A calculus of war, 
As there is a basic arithmetic,
And it is computed 
With the rubber end of a pencil.
In a war of attrition, 
God is on the side 
Of the big erasers....

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Written within my history,
By pen, pencil, or quill,
The pages are no mystery
Some yet to be written still

From my many dawn breaks
Blank pages becoming too few
Fond memories and heartaches
Waiting to be written anew

My past, already written
But, then I met you
At first glance, I was smitten
Imagining futures new

Your smile is like an eraser
My sadness and pain removed
Your arms within, I feel safer
Embraced, nothing to be proved...

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This vexing pencil in turgid fingers I gracelessly hold
  Sorcerer's lead conjures up casuistic captions, fools' gold

My peripatetic purple pen winks at my commands
  Dancing to a distant drummer on sun-scorched parchment sands

A cunning keyboard mocks me, in cast-iron briefcase locked
  Contrarian bent, loaded for bear, at my Muse pointed and cocked

What with erasers missing and forever low on toner ink
  It's a wonder the poetic process has not driven me to drink!...

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All my #2 pencils are chewed and the erasers are gone.
Half the pages of my books have been folded. 

Sections are highlighted and notes are scribbled  
in all over the place!  *shaking head*

The page margins are jammed with doodles,  
of flowers, cats, stars, hearts and names.

*flipping pages to early in the year*

September doodles are all John, john, JOHN.

Who’s John? *thinking back*
Oh, yeah. *smiling*  OH YEAH.

It’s good to review the book before midterms....

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With pieces of jig-saw puzzles
Adventure all stored in cupboard
Pencils and fragranced erasers
Make my kingdom coloured wonder
Seeing around the richness I found
Of novels , books , 100’s of lessons
Carefully filing the drawings together
Kingdom of world’s birds and animals
Drawn in walls ; tales of jungle world.
Dolls and toys at all corners
Precious than all jewels and pearls
Glory of my kingdom –
Is the innocence of childhood fun
All precious belongings of golden times!...

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We are nothing but pencils
In the hand of times and seasons,
Our past and present are stencils;
Rough or smooth… for whatever reasons.

For our past errors we seek erasers,
Their horrors may haunt our history,
In black and white… in pure or poor papers,
We often want to write a new and straight story.

Our erasers may be right attitude…repentance
Because our errors may have grieved our God,
Our erasers may be outright acceptance
Of the Holy One who shed his tears and blood....

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