Best Spilt Poems

She liked the way 
he spilt his ink.
He had such a great pen
and though it was pink
it was big and round and made her think.
He was always ready to write
again and again.

He wrote the best when she was in his sight.
She was the inspiration for...

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The little boy in blue, with shirt of silk
Caused Mary Tuppet to spill  her  milk
When  the cat came in to take  a drink
There was a rat stuck in the sink

So the cat ate the rat that was stuck in the sink
When...

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“Spilt Milk”



Warm milk 
before bedtime
spilt before sleep

The salty tear
in a body of work 
along the dark line kissed

steamed open
like an envelope
secrets laid bare

reveling in whispers
moist lipped, barely contained 
lovers and their conspiracies

pulses felt 
quills dipped 
in the inky milk-ness of it all

Deprivation
skillfully, silkily depraved
satiate

another de...

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just under his kilt
                 slightly hanging at a tilt
                    ...

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I will let my problems freely expand never complain over things that cannot be answered to an compliant thats so ignorant to its availability when the reason is so irrelevant to my results of human nature but can be explain in admiration and evaporated and...

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From when'st this knife fallen from that yonder shelf...
Impels it's long slicable blade deep inside my self.
That blade which bade it's woeful cry so loud...
Gathered many a spectator's viewing crowd.
Blood which spreadeth it's widening reddened shroud...
Instilled it's red bathing, all to a wondering how'd? 
That...

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when one stands up against injustice
when one spits in the face of those that oppress &
shows not one ounce of fear in their eyes
often, if fortunate, standing amidst others who have come to
the same conclusion,
at first, it is like a joke being told at a...

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It may be a day of red 
Which would make something that should be said 
A Mother's love is un denying 
Putting up with her child's whining 
That turns into innocent sighing 
So on this day of love 
Let's reach a little above 
While acting...

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Silk spills from her suitcase
and love is a careless thrown scarf
around long elegant necks.
She watches through the scented night
of unfamiliar décor,
as packet teas and coffees
lie like soldiers on a tray.
She idly wonders if he likes his coffee black,
or perhaps they will dispense altogether
and lie like...

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Here I stand with a razor in hand
I stare into the mirror and see my reflection
Tears falling and scars that will never heal
You don't care and you never understood
That the pain I feel is real
I slash my wrist and clench my fist
Bittersweet release and bliss
I...

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Amongst the finest silk.
Beginning to spill is the milk.
Caressing the very fabric.
Disgracing the very cosmic.
Enjoying the destruction.
Fraying the very eruption.
Grave driven is the rage.
Harboring the scent of sage.
Indignant excuse.
Jester the abuse.
Killing the very soul.
Losing all of your control.
Milk runs and brands.
Open container saves the other...

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Spilt Scenery

Moon bunts as a saffron sun advances o'er a horizon,
Spring's dabbled hues tender hearts a growthful bounty, 
Love sprung amidst the fluttering of its emerald leaves,
High upon mounds beneath an affectionate bluish peak,
Cascading conduit spews of embracing inclined surrender,
Drench fondly nestling crystal waters of...

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Jams and jams gather all around
As I shatter glass jars on the ground....

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Scene beneath is utterly true
   Veracious (ridiculous) account
   Told by me from baby eye view,  
    - Utterances she was without 


Eighth day in the cold bright realm, hungry again 
      ...

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Oh baby when the milk spills on the floor
Pours out its contents without warning
The carton bounce makes mommy scream
Daddy thinks it’s funny but daddy is wrong

Baby must die in his sleep tonight just because

Isn’t it a lovely day today with the birds chirping
Sun beaming on...

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