Best Sparky Poems

Happy 5th birthday have you accepted rape into your life,
It's a patriarchal practice built from sadism and male strife,
A hedonistic ritual to keep us all...

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To Sparky, With Love

Sparky, you died of a heart attack today,
You died in my arms, on the way to the vet.
I tried to save you,...

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SEBASTIAN BECK 

The trapeze artist Sebastian Beck
His safety harness he forgot to check 
Didn't notice it had snapped 
Below all the crowd clapped 
But in...

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Skating in the Clouds


She ice skates, now in the clouds.
Her figure eights wow, all the heavenly crowds.

She is amazed as the crowd continues to grow.
New,...

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Hell breaks loose through the trusting door
Whining its splintering, wooden hinges
Claws wrapping onto the arches beyond
Gnarled feet pressed on the threshold
Lower limbs jingling with sparky...

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The excitement mounted as we rummaged around in the attic looking through old steamer trunks for discarded clothes and props to make Halloween costumes. With...

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Swings and hides in the kangaroo court.
The bulldog drops him with one report.
He struggles and fights to stay on his feet.
His fancy footwork skips every...

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Now the public library in our town contains the knowledge for mankind, 
and there’s not much happening ‘round the world, that I cannot find.
I can...

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I sit at the end of your final stroll
Setting you free is my only goal

At the end of your life so tired and beat
I quietly...

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You know, I thought changing one’s job would be easy,
To start a new vocation would be breezy.
I got me local newspaper, looking for a job...

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I’m following the country road I learned to drive on 
the old green ford truck, black rusty stick shift, 
hand carved wooden blocks on my...

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Nobody believes me!

We are killing ourselves and each
other everyday.
And no, we don't need a gun.
But, come on, they tell me,
Stop being a party pooper!

No, I...

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Our local Church is falling down; it’s in total disrepair,
Father Murphy is beside himself for no one seems to care.
The coffers are near empty so...

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(for Jim Ducker)


The growth plundered your voice,
robbing it of tone; you spoke
in well-articulated whispers, inhaling
through that tube thing in your throat.

You shone, in spite of...

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I don't know whether to consider it considerate or prideful
But I'd rather roll in coals and coil my soul with a barbed wire one-eyed cobra
Just...

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