Short Nibs Poems

Inkwells in desks with lift up lids
Tables written out with old pen nibs...

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I bruise easy my heart a marshmellow
not to be confuse with smooth around a fire pit
as chocolate is cacao nibs in my world...

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Freezing slides on sheets of ice
Balaclavsa snug;
Finger mitts,snow-balling bold,
Playtime in the cold.
Satchels,desks with lift-up lids,
Pen nibs and inkwells;
Five-stones,conkers in the yard,
Before the lesson bell...

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Mahtab the full name
Stanza formed in chain
Syllabic
Rhyming mix

Mahtab Bangalee
It has fourteen keys 
Stanza keeps
Two wise nibs 

Come, come to write this
Sixteen accents please 
Five twice times
Three twice times 


©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
01/01/2023...

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Baby buds sprang up last night
All over my verdant yard
Lilac buds, lambs ear, red bud tree buds too
Little nibs and nubs of green in every hue

The wind chimes are going crazy
And some of my spinners are twinkling clear
Seventy-five degrees today, 
Maybe spring is finally here?...

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FORTIES CHILD

Freezing slides
     on sheets of ice
Balaclavsa snug
Finger mitts
     snow-balling bold,
Playtime in the cold.

Satchels,desks 
       with lift-up lids
Pen nibs 
       & inkwells
Five-stones conkers 
               in the yard
before
      the lesson bell

repost from 2007...

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Learning to write with those quills first
Then, in fountain pens, immersed
Ballpoints are the best; they advertise
Computer writings, now, immortalize
My quill in a nook stands as a humble servant.
My once-favourite pens remain with their nibs bent.
As a friend in one's poverty, forgotten when one grows rich
Has modernity made a void within artistry's niche?
...

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My two miracles, black and white lay dreaming. 
I roll the last of the Cabernet over my tongue
as I
inhale every drop of the prose she has so skillfully penned; 
tannic, yet satisfactory.

The attack.........ripened, smashed cherries
The evolution.......bitter cacoa nibs..........
The finish.......an aftertaste of lonliness and heartbreak....
yet still I want more....

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Inkwells in desks with lift-uplids
Tables written out with old pen nibs

Noses pressed flat on the window glass
our pockets tinkling ,full of brass

Exploring fields across the brook
studying in nature's real time book

Fishing for minnows with jar and net
oftimes slipping and getting wet

Winding brooklets filling narrow streams
into rivers of childhood dreams...

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 Great idea here
Let’s open a Haiku Shoppe
They go great with beer

Easy to find I’m told
They hide under nibs of pens
Don’t let them get old

To make a great stew
Take a limerick or two
 Mix well with Haiku

If all has gone well
And your mix has turned out right
You’re ready to sell

One more thing to do
We must put them on a bun - 
Sit and have a few

Written by John Posey
12/22/12...

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YESTERDAYS

Inkwells in desks with lift-uplids
Tables written out with old pen nibs

Noses pressed flat on the window glass
our pockets tinkling ,full of brass

Exploring fields across the brook
studying in nature's real time book

Fishing for minnows with jar and net
oftimes slipping and getting wet

Winding brooklets filling narrow streams
into rivers of childhood dreams

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008...

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Of course, a clown
is always clowning
as poets paint their write -- 
before with pen and ink

dip we nibs wells of performance

transforming dark ink
to colorful spectacle in showtime
spot of light -- like the pancake 

our many harlequins, 

like Arora, a rainbow
after cloudburst
real tears or daisy squirt?

we apply our big-top makeup

to cover-up and hide

otherwise unmanageable crowds

of deeply incised hurt --...

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