Best Flaking Poems

Pull out the easel
   set the canvas 
    positioned long and slender clean slate.
Sketch the figures huddled and dark-bound hostage
   to charcoal-cooled coals 
    etching in shadow images;
Faceless entities 
   slipping in and...

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Night's descent with heaven's catharsis
Of white cold's drug for the dark;
Even whirls of flaking bits loveliness—
Winter's fresh, ice only shower.

Of white cold's drug for the dark—
Just right for the meek moon's glow,
Winter's fresh, ice only shower
On sleeping hyacinths underground.

Just right for the meek moon's glow,
Even...

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I found the bottle lying on a dune of wind-swept sand,
And I brushed the grains upon it with a weak and trembling hand,

I was crazy-mad for water, I was more than three days dry,
So I pulled the cork with sand fouled teeth and spat it...

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Oh, this impish ill!
this mystic flock of ever-roaming pain;
You now possess fully
my body and my life.
I am at your full attention and mercy;
Do you not rejoice?
Are you not overwhelmingly triumphant?
This very body that shamed kings into beggars,
that made cowards into martyrs,
songs to motivation,
and indisputable chaos...

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Faint barks, evening, wind, and rain
I'm standing outside these gates again
staring at her long twisted cobbled grey 
She'll be pleading and crying for me to stay
Teary-eyed,.. as I start to shake

You see, it's my witching mother
Changing eyes, I remember
Each day a day in mid-November
The whiskey...

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You may wonder why I went after Eve.
Let’s face it: That was a big mistake.
At nun-time, attuned to the earth,
paradise on earth was mine…still I wanted more. 
So, I pulled myself up, joined with Re, and got heaven, too.

That should have done it: got creative,...

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A blank canvas
That is me
The unmade bed
The formaldehyde 
I can have it all
A pure white frame
That is me
The dissected shark
How I suffer for my art

Only just begun
The paint pallet
Untouched, until
I paint my eyes 
Below the brow
A shade for an occasion
I could follow any path
Too young...

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(It was 1860 when the English poet Robert Browning
stumbled upon an interesting artefact as he walked
through the city of Florence.  It was a file of documents
from an old Italian criminal trial, and he would turn
this material into his masterpiece, "The Ring and the
Book".)


The Old...

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Layers upon layers,
flaking residue...
scraping at the inner walls of my heart,
priming the ruins of my disassembled dreams while
masking off all hope of bleeding out or bleeding on 

“Dare I bleed in the color of missing you?”

Scratches filled in with crayon,
vacant hues...
only on or outside of...

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Weak audible creaks from a faded pub sign
Preludes a visual crash, combed by critical eyes
Though the structure was sound
The worn brackets were faint
Flaking words curled and dropped
With the tired peeling paint....

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Sexy Love

Some say that love is when our rivers join on cotton sheets in mounting passion
                       when you and I share days and...

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Blood is thicker than water (farewell)

Burdened and scarred by DNA
Passed on to us without our say yet
Blood is thicker than water you say?
Characteristically speaking at least 
Yes this much is true

Blood coagulates, dries up at such a rate
Impermanent - given certain conditions -  
As...

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I hope that God won’t turn His back
I hope the Lord leaves just a crack
Where I may slip within His heart
To beg him for a silver cart.

Please…no gilded chariot of old
With creaky wheels of flaking gold
That split and peel along the way
Then hurriedly fly, to...

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I am not all happiness.
I am not as bitter as your smile
and I have no lips to make me sense -
to curve around my name and give
me more depth than the air,
than the dust I rise from
like the moon, night after night
chasing sunlight across the...

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There was something odd about this stranger
She called herself a holistic healer
But truly there was nothing “holy” about her

“Bring me an eye of a young newt,” she said
“Two toads that haven’t recently been fed
Be sure to include a Vampire Bat’s head”

“But I just have a...

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