Best Guttering Poems

     The old man's trophy,
        antlers impale my      v i s c e r a l     veins. 
  Love, a moth's wings, ash-dusted, flutters...

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Little spider dear
Why did you make home here
It's flyless I'm sure
Not due to you, but my efforts more

Why not get involved in the action
Of cultivating wing mirror traction
They do so very well indeed
If they can endure the speed 

But I'm afraid you'll be placed outside
I...

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The Man In The Moon 

Follow the crooked path 
     through a frosted gate
And hide in the shadows, 
     where the streets are straight,
Look for me in a doorway, 
     it's there that...

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“ You know; you look like someone else ”
Was the first thing she said
I never did ask, just who, I reminded her of

Say romance fornicated in the guttering of a candle
And its flame lay in all the rivulets of melted wax  

We were the...

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wild  violets  bloom
touched  by  cold rain and warm sun
under  nude  oak  trees
migrating northern  flicker  
pecking  at  violet’s roots

   

Inspired by: Andrea Dietrich
Contest:Tanka 2
Written: March 18, 2015

Northern Flickers are in the species of...

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These are the ashes of what's left of our fire...
What to expect when electricity meets water;
Though our love has sundered, bittersweet polaroids and toffee greeting cards endure.
... When a house is lost to flames, one surviving photo is worth a thousand carats
And so I go...

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I feel like the candle flame
As it's about to die...
So... cold...
I shrink in on myself,
A used wick curling up
Blackened and lifeless-
Now suspended in
A haze of my own smoke
Like hallucinations,
I suddenly recall
How it felt to be warm-
Face pressed against
The fire in your chest,
Roar of its beat...

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Always, always that light, that light
I can see it, see it, in the distance
But it's reaching it, reaching it
On getting there, am I existance

These tracks of life, tracks of life
Continuing, continuing, neverending
Uphill downhill, downhill, descending
On getting there, to comprehending

Always, always that light, that light
I can...

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Skimming on a film surface
of a slow-motion river
I'm a clear tear on a
delicate twig balancing like a dancer-
Side to back to side, gliding, riding,
the brief sense of belief 
in what's underneath.
I dive in below the water
My mind floats gracefully above sky
to cold blue, black, then...

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Scented ember a moulted smoulder
Skied as crackling softness 
Spied and felt thru a film of dexterity
Uncalibrated, solvent, translucid
Trance and dance

Street fleet, guttering inhabited by creased indoctrination
Yet to be ironed
Yet to be pressed and left on the stoop
Cornered like bluefin, fed, foddered and canned
'Til the ink...

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Light congealing
Like ice upon water
Razor-honed edge 
of dawn cleaving the dark

In hot pursuit 
Of shadows fleeing
Dreams drift away…
Like a guttering spark

Liquid gold blades 
of sabre-like rays
Cleaving and piercing
Heart of morning mist

Parting a path 
for a new-born day
Hapless…Nay, helpless!
Of night to resist

Dawn’s dam of darkness
So sorely...

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An orange glow flew through the sky 
Image going really high 
Down south 
Nasty weather would not shut its mouth 
Spitting in a poring way 
Angry clouds having lots to say 
Sitting in the atmospheric stands 
Threatening thundershowers being told they were fans 
Meteorological temper...

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Obliteration de Russell...
women are part of the suffering,
the pain of separation,
ripping out the guttering,
department of sanitation?
not quite:)
a delight,
plum duff-ering... de Don...

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Each week leaflets come thick and fast
through my door,
for guttering, glazing and food,
I'm afraid all junk mail will end up without fail
in the bin, and I'm not being rude.
But I do get quite cross with this unwanted dross
that comes flowing through my letterbox
using acres of...

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Thunderous clouds on the horizons,
as the demise of happiness is fading fast.
Sitting here,
I’m cutting your wrist with a butter knife.

Ramblings
of me dreaming of a better existence.
So sure,
you feel my dialog is persistent,
much like this record in my head that’s at a steady skip.
Got me turning...

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