Best Dribbled Poems

Eternal Breath


Hardly could I see you through my watery eyes
Holding you in my arms never to let you go
As your existence dribbled to the ground
There was no light, no air and no sound
What all could I see, was just you.
A death rattle took your last...

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Written for Jan Allison, who then decided I should share it for poop verse afficionados.
True story, by the way.....

There are some jobs where heeding worker's safety is required
and during operations must be suitably attired
environmental hazards mean that everyone conforms
and wearing full length protection has now...

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Initially, it appears
Jackson Pollock's interspatial painting
"Ocean - Tribute,"
overtly oversteps the boundaries of abstract art.
And the eye struggles
to validate its bewildering beauty,
hidden amongst the dribbled droplets of chaos!
But then, seemingly spontaneously,
the blobs and dapples of color
intermingle; you see
a kaleidoscope of shapes
and forms merge and disperse
into limitless...

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A pancake dribbled in syrup
With cream and cherries 
Chocolate lightly sprinkled over
With exotic fruits
Ooh and a tight thong
Now girls eat
Me!...

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I’ve not written to you for many years
Santa, I’m quite different from my peers
Not fancy or frilly like girly girls
And I don’t hanker for diamonds and pearls
Today I got the most terrible news
My muse abandoned me. She's on a cruise!!!
She’ll be sailing around the world...

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Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed

With fists raised and teeth clenched
I resisted the harder they wrenched
voice rang out in acrimonious scream 
my face contorted, wild eyes agleam
spittle dribbled...

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Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed

With fists raised and teeth clenched
I resisted the harder they wrenched
voice rang out in acrimonious scream 
my face contorted, wild eyes agleam
spittle dribbled...

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When fearful voices in the night began to cry,
Roaring from countless dreams behind the scream,
Dribbled eyes gazing into darkness at the vast sky,
This darksome turn, down into a wet pool of frown.
 
Perhaps the living of everyday hurts so much
Being stuck in this world always...

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(Preterition = the act of passing by or over; omission; disregard, in this case, charity)

Who can accuse him of lacking charity?
He felt the rain, cold and dank, too many people
without shelter, poorly dressed, wet and shivering.
I’d rather not talk about it. I’m like everyone else.
No...

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"I am feeling it." He said.
He meant his age. As I watched
I saw a vision…

Out from the cuttlefish bones of his breast
grime coughed up and dribbled.
I saw his heart stutter, the vapid flutter,
watched his lungs belch and utter
like a broken bladder.

A horseman on a creaking...

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The sky, heavy-laden with curdled black clouds,
Burst wide open, and all night long it rained.
It pitter-pattered on the panes,
And rattling on the slanting roofs.
It churned the dry soil to a pulp,
Overflowed the dusty gutters.
It drove the people from the streets,
And moaned amongst the houses.
 
'Twas...

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the dogs were happy
did not have to dig deep
in bomb craters and
makeshift graves 
they licked at pulverized bones
and liquefied brains
slurped up the proceeds of war
and roamed the street
sluggish and flatulent

saliva dribbled as well
from the industrial military complex
fused joy with sore fingers
from counting the money

Dmitri wondered
what...

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[To the tune of Ghost Riders In The Sky (loosely)]
                                *

Heaven’s almost everywhere but...

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Ringleted and pink cheeked, the girl child sat,
Upon the bench next to her Da and his cronies.
The Goliaths munched greasy burgers and string fries.
Dirt smudged her upturned face.
Like the remnants of the grime covering Da's overalls.
Baseball caps and factory-embroidered jackets;
Spoke of tractor pulls and manure...

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Sleepless, the body becomes 
a mind map strung out on a bed,
color coded in degrees of pain.
Each movement sends an update,
a glowing patch of deepening red
or a lava line of heat solidifying 
into a poker branding plunge
with a white hot X.

Staying still is only a...

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