Best Dabbed Poems

Open eyed, long tearless, foul silvered orbs
have you no pity? The aqua tide rides dry.
Blind staring scorches, accusing twin barbs
who burrow inward, a destiny to decry.

Scattered rendering, puzzled pieces aligning;
"Please mercy has a place, why can't I cry?"
Remove the cataract veneer, stop my pining
"Have you...

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I set up an easel in the shade of my beach umbrella. Wanting to paint by the morning light, I dabbed colors onto the palette...sea foam green, azure, titanium white, and ochre.

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A Debutante’s Ball to Remember

In the autumn of my life, oft have I recalled that superb summer night,
when I finally experienced my long-awaited heart’s delight.
Family and close friends were all ready for my entry into society,
to celebrate it with a grand debutante’s ball filled with...

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A final ugly bellow followed by the front door's slam and then. . .
the natural and sweet respite of silence. 
She remained where he'd left her 
and faced a pair of stony eyes staring back at her from the bathroom mirror. 
Stoically she stood, anger-fingers...

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cotton candy swirls
dabbed onto an azure sky. . . 
sweet brushstrokes of dawn

through green velvet fields
a country lane meanders. . .
dew paints the lilacs

where the dirt lane ends
leafy trees shade a cottage. . . 
fawns serenely pose


For Gail Doyle's A Scenery Of Your Choice As...

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The Sun was acting rather strange
With the Moon and Stars concerned.
As it was not content to share the sky...
And not prepared to wait its turn.
So the sea was simmering and boiling hot
Without the night's return.

But the Moon and Stars were patient
And before long they had...

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I looked in the mirror and all I could see was the pain of loss,
draped in jet-black dress with a veil of gloom on my face.
I tried to smile hard but all I could see was a forced on gloss
dabbed on my lips to hide...

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A warm sultry summers night, a silver crystal formed in
the corner of an eye. Trickled and rolled a gentle cheek,
fell to earth where all was dry. Whence it touched the 
ground did speak, an Orchid bloomed of vibrant hues,
reds and whites, the palest blues. The...

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A shade of clear caresses red
dabbed upon each aching edge
a sweetened birch lies ever near
await mere embers to appear

In holy rest her amber hue
a roseate glow paints such a view
gentle strokes do pass and glide
pure color beats and breathes inside

With light and shade a vision...

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Droplets of sea awaken from inside a dream
pouring painted thoughts onto this crumbled canvass  
yellows wrap the base pulling me into you
whites and the blues float off into the distance
with the red sinking ever deeper and true

Brush away the indiscretion dripping from the west
round...

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I have little to say
as an avalanche of maple
spills over the back fence
and water weighted branches, 
heavy with the perfume of rain,
bow and bend 
in a slight breeze
and the dry throats of hollyhocks
are quenched and dribble 
an excess down 
stems that yesterday
stooped and wilted 
under...

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His limbs misplaced.
His presence weak.
His actions laced.
His sweat reeks.

Inevitably trapped.
Careless existence.
Leaking, dabbed.
Inherent resistance.

Awaiting….
Cessation…
Inviting….
Expiration….

Delayed Exit.
Troubling loves.
Features placid.
Destination above.

His inside crumble.
Just within reach.
His outside humbled.
Welcoming immortal sleep.

Dear Grandpa,
I bid you farewell.
You’ve been strong, I saw!
Its been intolerable, I can tell.
You have been missed in our hearts.
Still learning...

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GRANDMA'S APRON 
 
Grandma's apron dabbed my tears and wiped the baby dry.
Carried wood and eggs and fruit when she would work outside.
 
We'd run and hide behind  it when scared or needed warmed.
It smelled just like the bread and pies she baked in...

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He was angry when they came
   And said he wouldn’t go.
“You can’t make me leave this house!”
   “I’ll fight you all, you know!”

He spread his arms like giant wings
   As if they were set to soar,
And grabbed the facing...

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DIRE STRAITS was playing on the KITCHEN radio while ROSIE tried in vain to play along 
with “Money for Nothing” on her HAMMOND organ. Her house always looked like a NUCLEAR 
WASTE(land) with huge TID-BITS of food all over the counters and floor. Her husband...

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