Short Spool Poems

From the Wooden Spool,
Two pierced hands beautifully
Stitch their patchwork quilts....

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Denton's Harry Rutherford
sketched so never got bored
Star of BBC's Caberet cartoon spool
a master with Lowry in the Northern school...

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Forbidden colors
Shimmering light
A cup of morning
A spool of night
Whispering through
This Mohawk wind and 
Sharing this cup of light, again...

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Life is like a short 
or long line of thread 
coiled around a spool,
Once you have started 
to use it,
you never know when, where,
how it will be broken,
but absolutely,
with an unpredictable reason,
which will happen in any season...

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BrookBrooke
[The Sybil]

i don't drink
she said
looking at
the red and
blue flashing
beer sign
mesmerised
still and small
on an ordinary
stool
spool
spool of thread
about
to fall
from
her
half hip
open
pocket
everything
that could
be said
she
already
knew...

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Finding a way out of the maze
Depends on how one is raised
Opportunity casually dressed
Laid in books fine print
Leaving choice up to you
Filling the slate with new
The better the information 
Word relations
Applications 
mesmerized
Shallowness defused
Heart staking spool...

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I didn't see the blue kite fall,
And kiss the tepid sand, as ran
With spool of yarn in hand,
As wind from sea to land

And now long years have passed 
Me by and blue kite lies in shed,
I kiss the thought of blue kite
Fall…and how my heart has bled 


Peter Lewis Holmes  30/11/15...

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As days get shorter 
in the spool of a life 
we need to accept 
all...that life brings 
So live your worth 
laugh much, smile 
share your feelings 
but most of all love
As the hours slip by 
each second counts 
when days get short 
in the spool of a life, 
Say thankyou to God 
for giving you, L I F E...

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Life is a mere strand of thread,
Woven tightly it can forever last
Emotions travel ,
Maybe unravel
Stitched loosely futures fray,sour pasts
Your spool of thread is a unique pattern
Choose colors and fabric wisely
Lest your path unwinds tattered
Strand of thread dangling,so minute
Find the eye of the needle,design astute....

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I saw a black cat 
Sitting on a window sill
Playing with a yellow moon
The moonlight yarn
She pulled and pawed
It seemed as if the moon
Came undone from her spool
Shining sparkling yellow thread 
The witch working on her loom
The black cats, eyes yellow
The moon nestling, I presume!

27.3.22
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Contest Name: Black Cat...

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Dream date dear
Freeze flat fear


Day dream drools
Sweet signs spool


Plot prime play
Sweet sound say


Work wise will
Touch taut thrills


Bear bright blaze
Craft cute craze


Lift lot loud
Pick play proud


Niche nice notes
Voice vets vote


Time treats truth
Pet pact proofs




Leon Enriquez
27 September 2016
Singapore...

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On the morning after 
a bath of light is vortexed in the embers of last night 
A spool unravels beneath 
his fervent gaze, she has been happily loved 

 "LOVE WEAVES A MYSTERIOUS MAGIC SPELL"

that no earthly thought can ever undo 
A thread of hope, diamond wishes, he's out of her league  
still she dreams of wedding dresses and just one word,  

" I Do"...

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The bed covers grew longer and longer.
As the continuous thread was fed, 
from the spindle to the spools unwinding and rewinding, 
from spool to spool twisting and weaving its threads, 
through the eyes of the needles, 
and into stitches of rows that zigged zagged,
In alternating colors of yellows, blues, and reds, 
with prints of daffodils across the covered beds....

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The floating moon hints magnetic,
Watch the dark noon rouse thoughts mystic.


Magic slant glows as silence speaks,
Watch this strange show mount distant peaks.


Stillness can spool a thousand hints,
Calm wonder pools what silence mints.


So far away from city sights,
Seize thus this way of healing light.





Leon Enriquez
01 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT...

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Tickled toes consume her tulle

                   Shell gems of replenishment 

                 Roll readily, her threaded spool

              Thighs swarmed by her punishment



    
       21st September 2020 
      For:      Rithimus Divisa
      Sponsor:    Gregory R Barden


     Extracted from 'Tulle Strewn Universe' 
               original, September 2020...

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The spool of twine grows thicker
with the winding up of days,
the garden vines, yellowed, hug the ground;
the air, intoxicated with over ripened fruit,
grows loud with strident voices, the insects' final song.
The cooled night breeze shoves us gently toward the fire
and the love-large harvest moon bends low to kiss her dying child.

Copyright, September 6, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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kites my fascination
most of my holiday time honed flying talents
sensation!

the thread spool
and kites lay hidden from parents
so cool!

free mind
perseverance
shined!

kites my fascination
and kites lay hidden from parents
shined!

10.8.2020
Another example of MINICHU form
to encourage Soupers to attempt and participate in the contest as it is not that difficult a form....

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Oh cluttered memories in my head,
thrust into the spin of thread
disperse from the rigid spool
to give me the writing tool.

Altered words on the page,
far be it joy, or all from rage
I jot it down, oh so fast
that of  my pen, a shadow cast.

Elegant, not in all regards
but shattered fractals and pencil shards
Nevermind, to it I return
a blissful moment, I so earned.



Jessica Thompson-5/19/14...

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There is magic in poetry
The way a poet’s wrist twists with a flair
There is magic also in the air
Writing tool used like a threaded spool
Amidst the midnight blue
That’s what we do in school
There is magic in poetry
Spinning thoughts like cobweb
Expressed in words of rhyme 
Provocation of rhythm
All on a piece of birch wood paper
Writing while twirling one’s hair
There is magic in poetry...

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Listen to poem:

*Image of Mask Sewing by San Diego County.

Junior Seamster

A thread shared from a spool
In red pigment meant cool

He pokes thread through the eye
Evokes mom smooth as pie

Thumb bled, pain caused a drool
Bunkbed, unmade, "old school"

Unsaid, thought it cruel
Ahead, the moms face rule

2020 July 10
*3rd Place*
Verses In Essence - 8 Lines
~~Joseph May: Judged 2020 July 11...

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There grounds here
Beyond good cheer


Here is where
Nowhere meets there


On these grounds
Nowhere is found


Make good sense
Beyond this tense


Seize warm style
In grace worthwhile


Now here see
Touch fund crazy


Seize this day
Spool your own way


Know what's free
That  looms happy


Here meets there
Beyond mere fare




Leon Enriquez
28 September 2019
Singapore...

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Shook Up When His Hands Had Shock

At Trump's two small hands, we did look;
Were shook up when his hands we shook;
Breath did take;
Mistake make;
Down drain had found us flushing his book.

Only someone with long loose tool,
Would go to a  trumped up school;
Head banged,
Then hanged;
Used thin thread dangling from spool.

His head was so light that he could be
hung with thin thread.

Jim Horn...

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Your stinging invasion of audacity through my eyes.
A curse of honing tranquility.

Nest of station of a world that never dies.
Nor hampers loves possibility.

Drowning pool, maelstrom of emotional drool.

Teach me you and keep me after school.

Reach me with your umbilical cables.
Drain me of the essence and wrap me 
in your silkened spool.

Hymn, Vowel, Fable?
Please be true.
Why can't you, be ?...

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Footprints
Written: by Tom Wright
3/8/2016

Like a colossal spool of twine unreeling,
So are the tracks put down from birth.
They show our bearing, not what we’re feeling,
And are oft used in determining our worth;

But only God knows what our heart’s hold,
And if our trail was by Him so directed;
Whether our tracks are fresh laid or cold,
Our love for others from these is reflected
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I miss the way his fingers spin
Like the daisy colored spool 
Off the kitchen table

He sings in a gruffed tone
Below my ears 
Injecting that beauty
Into my neck

He's not some brooded lost soul
If anything he's the sun
Shining through the bleached curtains
Of a film noir hotel
Shedding some secret
No one told me

I love you
And not the mirror you dress in
Its those moments without
That I remember....

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