Best Blotches Poems

...Life has gifted me with tragedy,
broken images, forever haunting,
excruciating my suffering; blood
upon the pulse of my serenity.
Crystal lines are etched over this glaciered heart, 
and my tear......

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...autumn fills sparse spaces we occupy,
               seasonal change that closes in like shutters
briskly paced days of chilling charm
leaves dropping like wooing words of fidelity 
leaves that f......

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...Stealing what the day won
grey clouds evoke despair,
choking a waning sun.

A dullness dims the air
and flower petals close,
in order to prepare.

Bruised indigo splotches
dapple dim......

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...I heard echoes of scurrilous snarls, 
from my conscience as it spoke
contemptible remarks aimed at me.
What shame those words delivered.

"Fatuous one, why does your hand quiver,
mimicking the ......

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...(Re Old Poems)



 
A gaggle of girls lounging in the sun,
In the green grass many pairs of legs, stretched out
clad in their blue jeans.
My old pair, many memories...
In them I dug into......

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...I heard taunting echoes and scurrilous snarls.
It was my conscience, and I listened as it spoke
in accusations, contemptible remarks aimed at me.
Shameful words delivered to break my falle......

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...Sky Still Glows With Sunset Hues Of Red


Ancient garden, roses no longer water fed
graves nearby, tombs of the ancient dead
Sky still glows with sunset hues of red
yet barren rests garden's de......

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...Upon a sullied slate sky
of alabaster and aquamarine,
floats a formidable flotilla
of charcoal-colored clouds.
And on this mild, melancholy
mid-March day;
they dawdle, dribbling drops o......

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...As along our long life journey we sail
We all do encounter belied expectations 
Feeling of deep hurt results from betrayal 
Our shrivelled heart writhing in contractions 

The hurt needs......

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...Behind those hidden marked wrists
Are lies, skepticism and fears
Behind those calloused, clenched fists
Is a cauldron of uncontrollable tears.

Behind those evident scars
Is a constant cycle of......

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...I heard echoes of scurrilous snarls, 
from my conscience as it spoke
contemptible remarks aimed at me.
What shame those words delivered.

"Fatuous one, why does your hand quiver,
mimicking ......

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...chaotic uprising of humanity
milling throngs
in their intellectual stupor
search endlessly
for beans ...
and stuff.

murky faces
masking minds
that compete for favors.
races crash in harmon......

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...late afternoon
reading white ink blotches
in the sky



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Submitted on July 3, 2022 for contest THE SKY IN JULY sponsored by ANDREA DIETRICH  -  RANKED 1ST

Origin......

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...There are parts of a whole and time undivided

	A poet is more than an inkwell lost in half essence

Opposites contradictions and strife for harmony
 
	An abundance of minutes and a scribe just......

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...Intro/read aloud:
You deserve a bro hug and a friendly pat...
That's the spirit - keep going forward 
You're getting back of track...I'll try to encourage you without acting awkward...
I leave yo......

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