Best Caulked Poems

I am building a boat.
Full of dreams.
Glossy wood and caulked seams.
Figure head, sharp bow.
Cutting the waves, like a plough.
Generous beam, shaped like a dream.
Sheer, such beauty never seen.
The hull, like the female form.
Handles any storm.
Billowing white sails overhead.
Across the sky, around my head.
The wind, a...

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THE OLD COVERED BRIDGE

Late fall
Country scene
One birch, close by, already bare
With a taste of frost in the air
And this sturdy, old, covered bridge – this haven -
Strong tiled, tightly sided. A few slats still thrive -
Strips of weathered-green survive.

Late fall,
Looking far, from Terry’s Mount,
At distance...

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Today,
there are no rubber ducks
or mother's marigold skirts
to hide behind
as we once did.

In their place,
lurking dark and hoary,
a bathtub mist
updrafts thick with loose spores,
and mildew veins
sprawling
behind caulked-over creases.

The day,
shrinking away heavy with time,
as a body
sagging
into
water.

Even the washing suds have gone sour,
worn out honeysuckle soap.
Vibrant bubbles...

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Adrift
upon the vagaries of life.

I have sailed this sea
prayed for a hint of breeze
a whisper of hope
a passing cloud’s shadow

run through the troughs
of crested confusion
withstood the fury
of its nameless demons.

Sailed –
toward an unreachable sunset
growing ever nearer
run full sail at sunrise
fleeing the darkness

sat - becalmed
deafened by...

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Walk a mile in my two shoes.
Stalk days, while men spy through views
Talked. Stay! Aisles thin by new pews.
Balk! Weigh miles, when eyes, who choose
Caulked ways, file sin. Cry blue blues!
Chalk gray smiles, then try to schmooze
Gawks. Pray vile kin die. True dues!...

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Hallow walls mutter the sounds apart,
The whitewash mask of a time once lost,
One side the current rushing in quite sure,
Other alone the tide that broke away,
Look through peepholes and slivers of light,
Cold air in but warm heavy breaths out,
Condensation on the latex paint washing,
Sins and...

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tar caulked wooden floors
rowing with thirty two oars
within sight of shores...

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Such a beautiful mind, lone blossom in a sty
one to many times taunting the tempest's ledge
now the muse wears a crown of his ashes
caulked memories to fill the holes of our lives

Your fireflies have brightened the crags of time
while all the pretenders pretended to listen
but...

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My sudden kiss caulked the cracks between the breasts
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white capped peaks appear then go
cresting mountains blue and green
with prayers that triton’s spear won’t show
we cross what lays between

old skalds tell of the tempest’s wrath
this realm no man’s to own
if careless of the swell and trough
you’ll reap the seeds you’ve sewn

with wary looks cast...

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Bitty birds scuffle and flounce
under the roofed-in.
Barn dusted, rafters crust and whiffle.
Snuffle go the whiskered,
the mousy muzzle's
all along the bent beam wood.
A pepper powdering
in the chink-lit sunbeams.
In this his tumbled castle-keep
youth sky-larked a being
a ghostling ally sight unseen
there in the day-baked barn.
Long days he communed...

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I do not like to see my face floating
At the foot of a ewer,
nor in drops of water, nor in the glassy eye
of a slaughtered goat.

I am beautiful, but water and cloudless gems
distort, they are torturers of disfigurement.

Since I saw my reflected beauty
I have been...

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Where Were You
   Where Were You as I sat Alone on the end of the dock, looking longingly into the night sky. As the so many stars that filled my eyes, and the dreams of you and what we once had filled my...

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Written: June 16, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker

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When swinging, grapes fall off the vine,
It lends the Kismet gown a sugar-plum shine.
Gold flames sing when...

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