Best Blotch Poems

Farcical, extravagant 
My birthmark is a scar 
A speckled blotch ...
A spot of pox 
An icon from afar 

I'm an upstart, I'm an eyesore 
Ranting with a flair
In a tempest, I'm a rabid bird 
Setting fire to the air 

As dauntless as a hellhag 
Unmoved...

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Suddenly, I constantly cough, cough, cough
I haven't had enough, for this life's so rough 
My friend is right beside me and he truly understands 
Where I stand and I thoughtfully fiddle with my hands 

Oh, my back and knees are hurting once more…
I've been through...

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The people cast their ballots;
And hopes are very high;
But the looks upon the Christian man;
Shows some worry in their eyes.

 The donkey has majority.
 And hopes to bring the fame
But the skeptics look to clouds above;
For fear there could be rain.

At the wheel of colors;
The...

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My dear incredible pen,
you are the pinnacle of writing instruments! Looking refined with your elegant ebony shaft and gold-filagree trim, you are a true technological wonder to behold and a master calligrapher.
I am amazed at your ability to ink my thoughts onto paper without a...

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To make a phrase numismatic, it was
A day of days.  My darling ran
Under the boughs of covert loss
Until God made his presence scan,

Like a metre of bright wave, the sin
Of our hearts, and I could count each blotch
Of love as I gazed upward through...

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The ink blot can BLINK 
Hurrah! TODAY I think

Now a SPLOTCH is in the sink
With water I did not drink

If I spot this BLOTCH I'll scream
Bringing a crowd to this scene

Calming them all with CREAM
BUT this shock may never be 
If I can wash it...

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There is a monster in Loch Ness
Which has been seen, more or less
And tourists flock with cameras zoomed
To be quite expensively roomed
And even if the photo shows a grey, grained blotch
At least the bar sells a lot of Scotch....

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My condolences can’t ease the pain,
That you have come to feel.
Nor fill the void in your heart,
That often seems unreal.

But it lets your heart know,
That you are in my prayers.
And when sorrow digs its heels,
There is someone here who cares.

I offer healing words of comfort,
And...

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"Paint" -Part the First-

Paint paint paint away...
Paint away this day...
Paint to paint our taint is paint...
Paint away this day...

Keep that paint away from me!
Says that Skipper to his krewe...

Why oh Captain... Why our Captain...
Should we keep this paint from you?

Paint the curse doth foul me...

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Slaughter in here, ethnics
Butchery in there ,politics
Souls from various creeks
For Charon to cross the styx

As cold as ice

Deadly storms won’t cease
Sweeping Tsunamis increase
Forest fires destroy Greece
Why not ask Nature for peace?

As cold as ice

Manmade four-wheeled slayers
On roads merciless killers
Toys for hit and run drivers
Highways innocents’...

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Near small Rapid City,
a man came up to me,
said,”Hey, I’ll show you a good time.”
I thought that meant girls,
turns out, as things unfurled,
the man had something else in mind.

We went to a garage,
a rusty, grease-stained blotch,
type of place you’d see a drug deal,
not sure I...

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I was haulin' a heavy load
Up the frog an' toad,
When down poured the pleasure an' pain
To my dismay.

Once home I received an' invitation
To a good ol' gay an' hearty!
I was promised plenty o' laughs,
Box o' toys an' lots of give an' take.
An' this was to...

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Behold the bounty
Of berserking bugs,
Whilst Barely not blinded
By the their bustled busts.
I, Bringer of Beatles,
Biting abroad,
Burrowing deep,
Biting a broad,
Bolder than brave,
But braver than most,
Have been this way long,
But no need to boast,
I am the scurrying, 
blurring blank line
That will band the bugs 
With all of...

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You where the breath of my joy and heaven,
now you are my curse, blotch, and you delete the rainbow of my smile
Why so, woman of mud?

You where the fountain and rose of my heart,
now you’re the thrones that grow on the hills of my rose
and...

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I hate salt for the sake of my cake
That is sodium-rich by the baker's mistake
And the syrup I poured
That I never ignored
Is more salty still
Then a fish with a sword

I like sugar and spice and everything sweet
For the sake of a snack or the lack...

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