Best Spillway Poems

I STAND I STEPPED IN AN AQUATIC SPILLWAY OF A DREAM LAKE

Dream lake head waters
Thing of lacquer
Engaging lacquering
Full of shallows
Silent lac

I stand I stepped in...

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Faith is a powerful thing




Faith in Him was about to fade,
Absolute darkness and weary jade,
In my head and heart though lived a spark,
The dying hope...

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'Camp Chippewa, ' its tennis and rifle range, X-Class sailing, 
And classic 'Old Town' canvas covered wooden canoes, 
Not the low-class aluminum canoes of a...

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Love was available yesterday
Oh how I long for archway
Leading to doorway
Sweet heyday
Love

Seemingly a little more risque'
Was love, long for past spillway
Leading to doorway
Sweet heyday
Dove

When young...

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Under the Willow tree 
Is where I can be found.
Under the Willow tree
Is where I drowned,
In rubber stems that touch the ground.
With leaves so green...

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A needle in a haystack I am
Lost, beyond the boundary of my being.
It is a tiny universe you say
Finite from infinite end to infinite end
And...

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Securely bound within these the shackles of darkness!?

Submerged aneath their versions mirky waters 

Swirling inside merely moments, left afore drowning....

Consciousness slipping away as thoughts of...

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 L  ovely metallic lady lost in Aisle Eight,
 O  n a rubbled spillway frightened and alone.
 V  ehicular damage on fore...

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4/28/16


Above the basement
And pavement
Yet adjacent
To anything covalent

Right or wrong
Close or beyond
Weak or strong
And either short or long
As well as upset or calm
Broken or a structured...

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my cup of honesty tipped over into the spillway
I watched her get sucked under the rocks
there was nowhere to turn
no savior was coming
I had to...

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his last gasp was quite lengthy
trying to go out with a bang as usual
a rationalist manifesto covering his face
accompanied by a cotton field work song
his...

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From a gem-encrusted window’s moonlit sash,
I peer vacantly on monetesque impressions as they wander every ink shade hue  pathway.
Bag lady street hail loner, water...

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Every form of life has it's walls, nothing, no one stands alone
 some are trees, brush, branch, twig and wood and bark
 some are mortar...

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in this dark nocturnal quadrant there would be sleep.
but you insist insomnia, thinking random things.
what other fun would you find in yourself?
I mean, something that...

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