Best Spackled Poems

i have kissed beneath summer’s sweltering
fragrance your array of spackled decay

in lovely gardens; sweet roses weltering
plundered and plucked; an incidental lay

beneath your satin I have run my fingers, 
trembled as famished breasts groped my 
own; your mellow poetry still lingers
imperviously enriching - and when i...

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Peas in the laundry
Skates on the stairs
Car keys in the trash
(put there on a dare)
Raisins in the carpet
Cheerios in the john
Nail polish on the dog
Laundry dots the lawn


A child lives here it's clear to see
Or maybe two or four or three
And here's a jar with...

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So you think you know just how us cowboys should behave
But listening to your jawing, I hear Chisholm spinning in his grave
A Cowboy who don’t drink or cuss, I’ll tell you that’s not right
Ain’t you heard of Old Whiskey Row, Where two cowboys got tight?
To...

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(Machine gun bullets, or is that rain?
    Mud spackled riv'lets down the drain.)

        Did you ever think that the truth was funny?
        Same old joke for any Money.
...

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Head over heels, I fell in love
With a pothole.
Twirling through the air in total weightlessness,
Spinning out of control, skateboard watching from the sidelines
Until Crack! Head first onto the pavement.
And my whole world 
Shatters. Mind to tattered
Remnants of Question 
Marks along my back and neck.
Spackled lights...

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Swaying and shuffling to the bathroom,
		once again,
			I hoped this time that I’d summon the wherewithal 
		to finally start my Saturday.
  	But my visit was bookended by
		my usual return to bed.
The previous night’s tequila and IPA’s 
   had been reincarnated as leftover remnants...

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The picture is perfect
All spackled and new
Under dim-lit forsythia.
The reflection is shone
In the new fallen snow.
And base to the corner
Its' curiously known.
Each texture, each timber
So hallowed receive.
All the grandeur and loyal
So effortlessly groan.
Always windswept and drifting
Carefully blown.
Spring....

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cockamamie and cockleburs —
spineless and spackled
hall of mirrors

2/12/2021...

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When we walk the campus
			to what used to be the center,
			we might miss the venerable place.
			Taller piles of brick and towers
			obscure the central space
			of Western Pennsylvania brownstone.
			Who hasn’t heard the poet moan:
			“Present concerns shroud the past;
			Granddad’s principles will not last.”

			But as we turn the corner...

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Smeared summer blue skylight
                                         ...

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Star spackled night sky.
In darkness I sit,
beneath the lights of The Milky Way.
They shine with a humble beauty
and remind me to look within.
Gazing out in introspection,
I'm struck by a realisation.. 
I am all that I see.
And all that I see is me....

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Greening trees thatch a spackled sky.
Cardinals kick up patches of sound,
red periods and full-stops
amid an increasing catawampus.

I am far from song yet.
my ears are bats hung from chill temples,
but I do feel
a coyote-itch in my dreams,

do imagine a splatter of green
on the hairy chops of...

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Written: November 19, 2023
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Beyond the ethereal hues, reigns peace,
Incongruous with intrinsic ease.
Noshing desire tugs at the core fibers of my soul,
Wear tiredness bruise, frailty, and out-of-control.

The twinges of awe distort and narrow,
Dazzling...

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Last night a high wind
undressed the maple grove
it broke both twig and bough.

A flying carpet fell,
blood-tinted gold
spackled the woodland floor,
all in a heap and litter.

If you walk ankle-deep there
your shoes learn to speak
with the dying and the dead....

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Branches thatch a spackled sky.
Snow lays itself down
to sleep lightly.

An airborne coyote-itch addles
drops of sunlight
until they drizzle.

Splatters of graying-green
on the hairy chops of groundhogs
as they scrape up a scant buffet.

One Scarlet Cardinal bobs,
its ruby flounced headdress
scattering scads of frost.

Winter shucks its hoary hide,
stepping through a...

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