Best Spatters Poems

"Ink-Spatters"

By Rachel Heffington

I'm a poetess, an authoress, a gal of story-tell

And I haven't all the fashion of a perfect Southern Belle

And I mayn't be the...

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Ladder's up to climb the moon

     Dusk is drawing bits too soon

         ...

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( while taking a tour through those poems readers are requested to keep in their hands,  a
feather from the pea-cock’s tail )

Volga - 1...

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(Year 1)
You try to hide
somewhere deep inside
As the blood spatters on the window
You try to compromise with the needle
Like a hero without a soul
As it...

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rising blood red sun -
   spatters mount Fuji as
   whalers fly flag









I wrote this poem to try to write what a...

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Sweet September, see how splendidly she shines!
Subtlety submitting seasonal splendour, she
swamps summer’s splendiferous sights,
by stealthily shrouding splendid scenery, 
with suffused sensuous, sybaritic, scenarios!
Sublimely serene, she...

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My mind is yours

I think of you
As I stab away at your heart

I think of you
As blood spatters all over my face

I think of you
As...

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THE EYE of I

What is life? What is love?
The eye of I took it in…
The material rolling sweeps highs and lows--valleys cuts, grooves, gullies and...

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Messy twins Brett and Rhett
Having fun playing with mud
Squatting and crawling
Diving and falling
In ooey gooey mud

Brett is sitting facing Rhett
Rhett spatters some muck
On Brett's left...

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Grey cotton wool clouds enfold the mountain tops,
Creeping forward like an army on the move.
Now and then, dropping their wet cargo
On vegetation, withered from long...

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A chorus of the hungry
Father, we are here, singing choruses
To a crowd of witnesses 
A scattering of utterances among crows 
Muttering things 
About this and...

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It’s oh so hot in this writer’s loft
My words are dripping, sliding
The heat depletes every ounce of thought
and dehydrates my writing

This pen, it sweats every...

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(Prelude)

A practicing hermit comes ‘board the train— 
"Faux Pas Degenerate’s the name."
The sundial dust of a spider 
on silken words retires; 
Easy now with walking...

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Nice and Naughty


Oh, there is an old cat that I call Smudge,
her fur is spatters of caramel fudge;
at night she hops on my bed,
demands my...

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I want to tell you a story-
of a special place that
              ...

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