Best Spackle Poems

Fragile long I’ve been 
Broken like a split wind
Leaves blow through the doorway into the hall 
Another scandalous fall
Desperately trying to fight the call to split 
Some wit I’ve nurtured 
An insecurity blanket I’ve carefully knit 
Two wrist I’ve quickly slit 
A demon liquid settles...

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A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
  
I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame

Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
As I question the sky “Can love...

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A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
  
I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame

Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
As I question the sky “Can love...

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A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
  
I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame

Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
As I question the sky “Can love...

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The Most Precious Of all.
.
With every single gifted heartbeat
And every single taken breath
I worship your very being and presence
With joyous smiling heart
Until I succumb to death
.
Thy colours be more beautiful
Than the most spectacular bejewelled garden
In the smile of a longed for 
Enchanted summers day
Thy art...

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Messianic Zeal Of This Good Humored Punster...

Without making a
twit tarring buffoon, sans unshackle
irrepressible bone a fide
funny reaction, or appearing
the foolish spectacle

of myself, trying to tackle
a mal hip apropos 
prism mirth wells up
inducing me to cackle,
neither explaining any rhyme,
nor giving reason, then busting

out in laughter obliquely
analogous...

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My heart torn apart by a love gone south, poorly taped together with blow and green,
Methaqualone was the only spackle of my survival

Lori was smart to leave, for her own safety, health and welfare, the blue eyed boy’s
corneas now gray, his soul was no more

When...

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Bag of tricks contest sponsored by Linda-Marie
2 tankas 5/7/5/7/7
 
Concealer 
by Doris Culverhouse

Concealer covers
Restless nights, wrinkles and age
Spackle for the face
My bag of tricks will contain
Light and dark sticks for all flaws

Keep those telling flaws
closely covered never let
others see the real
superficial me later
Imperfections are pure...

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My dad built a house on a hill. How exciting to climb to the tippy-top then look down upon the roof, and dog home, the bean garden, and to sled the slope in Winter white.

eyes delirious
dazzled, dizzy, delighted
dopamine kicked in

A truck gets stuck at the...

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A KIND OF KINDLING

I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame

Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
Poses that posed the question can love get any better...

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He built motels
across America
loving the land so much
he could sleep anywhere
on her
in her
cheaply,
predictably.

Anywhere was home to him.
Home was not special
but same.
Same bars of soap,
same color wrappers.
Same towels.
Same smells almost.
Same views.

Home across
the human spirit
of imaginary states.

Just outside streets
with tree names.

And out of this
I arrived
from love created...

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Third Floor

Reality distraction
staples in the wall of my loneliness
plastered over
to gain permanency
but as a lightweight spackle,
haphazardly poised on the rusty putty knife,
is used to smooth out 
the wall
with childlike enjoyment
staples find freedom 
flying...

down below someone utters
uninterruptible profanity


Celery

hard times
and they told me those are 
the celery...

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COMPARTMENTALIZATION 

Friends, absolutely believe why
not in the “Loony Bin?
Compartmentalized my stresses, 
so messes … not get in!

Compartments help me remember,
one illness at a time.
Must do cause, "nine" problems have, not
about to loose ... my mind!

Compartments, real life savers, now
one job at time, tackle.
Improved old age...

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He often thought to himself
that he has been too quickly assembled
that he should have taken more time
for the busy hands of his constructing mind
to fill-in the flaws, smooth-out the cracks,
properly tightened the loosely screwed together
parts of his nature.

He knew he was mind-made; everything is.
Mind is...

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AN UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING
  
I am taking pictures off the wall
Then taking them to the flame
I am burning each, every and all
Food for a fire fueled by blame

Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume
As I question the sky “Can love...

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