Best Splatters Poems
Enroling you a worm (cumbersome and)
hairy, you- scimitar of leaves
Knows the pain ,writhing pupae
Abandoned and convicted
Constricted hanging straightjacket
Squirming like a jackrabbit
Gagged nocturnally - blindfold humility
Rejected by those mocking moths
and jealously believing left the key
Both found our grace on bended knees
..left there dangling from a tree..
Unhinge now those spinakers of glory
Pretty - flaky- flinder
Streaked in splatters paint
Dust of the fairies
Gaze at me with criss-cross eyes
Innocent beauty oh ye butterfly
Spiny antennae, stretching out transmitters
Taking flight so easily
Flitting off with no goodbyes
To a newer afternoon over there
Dashing in the sun
Kneeding and gouging all those zinnias
Joy! Slurping up the nectar
Whisky! Tequila! Brandy and Champagne!
Swops them for a chorus of pansies
Dancing blooming flowers
Crazy blessed colours
Bouncing delight.- erratic in flight
Dodging in between the bees
O enchanted mystic butterfly
Only pausing for a while
Hold me in your spell
For you walked that crooked mile
Linger in this dream
So seldom comes to see
Just as you, my timepiece too
Is coiled in spring
A dustpuff within the wind
Specked all over pollen confetti
Envied now by every moth
Suicidal circle - one kamikaze candle
Seared and singed and slowly fried
Getting what theyre vetted for
But the sun his laughing in his sky
Beseeching all the yet to open flowers
Awake !Awake!
An angel is coming by
Pigtails loosen yet messed,
twisted by pliant fingertips
of evening’s devilry…
tracing her budding breasts,
embers gleam from a lamplight, dim…
his jerked breathing quickens to rake
this young, tender flesh---
from pink , blood red, to pale yellow... despicable!
Invading her territory,
the blister of muffled silence
grates adolescent wails,yet…
crazed feasting of desire remains.
She quivers under a toppled quilt
brushed in wounded cotton...despicable!
And while darkness slides on metal frame,
he riles, riles with abandon,
grinning under a sinister moon
arsenic as the sweat of male hunger
to ravage a girlish body... trembling, trembling
while her cupped mouth stutters,
‘Please step-dad, no!’
‘Hush…dear baby, I am your angel,
guarding you from evil wolves..despicable!
Quietly, he pins the knob of conquest
until the frail child's porcelain doll
splatters on the floor, and then…
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Re-Posted /1/2017
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Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
In The Kitchen:
Hang a pound of hickory smoked thick sliced bacon
Cover the bacon with white paper towel to prevent splatters
Pre-heat oven to 350 degree
Cover baking sheet with silver aluminum foil
Place whole-wheat yeast rolls on the baking sheet
Dot each roll with luscious creamery fresh butter
Place rolls into the pre-heated oven
Place thick bacon into microwave oven to cook for ten minutes
Beat-up four eggs incorporating air add two tablespoons milk beat some more
Take out that aggression on those eggs
Cook omelet in preheated oil covered pan
Top that omelet with some shredded cheese just a little
Call everyone to come:
Breakfast awaits
I sometimes feel a unique vibration within
my own ears. My baby’s crying, calling from beneath his quilted,
baby-blues. His sobs rustle the warm sheath of home.
Before my mind reacts, my body is up, hastily tip-toeing
into the nightlight’s calming glow of a cow jumping over the moon.
Outside a soggy, spring night splatters under streetlights
like urban art. A steady rhythm of flowing rain
beats down on puddled pavements. My baby’s cries
reverberate as they reach that instinctual part of me,
somewhere deep within my diaphragm and through my heart.
A mother’s astute ears know the subtle variations of her own
children’s breath in sleep…I hurry to the shadows of my baby’s crib
to find him curled up, eyes still closed; little whimpers
and groans escape from his open lips…a bad dream, I realize.
I gently rub his back, shushing away all that disturbs his peace,
and I wonder about a child’s impressionable mind…
what intrusions of an innocent day could bring a bellowed anguish
to the sweet dreams of a carefree boy not yet two?
I listen to him tumble in and out of his fear until his breath is a tranquil hum…
only then, do I hear the music of an early morning’s falling rain.
Splotches of black ink stain my diary and hands
most of them much larger than tiny grains of sand
splatters caused when he slammed down my well
hoping to end the love of poetry I never shall quell.
Fool is he for believing his childish tantrum and rant
would keep me from retrieving my pen, for it shan't.
He delivered his message with vicious brutal force
now I shall have a turn to take a retaliating course.
He underestimated my courage and now I seek
to pen my poems choosing adjectives less weak.
My writings shall not be contained in diary alone
Publicly I intend my poems to be read and shown.
He wasted my ink and inflamed my strong-willed desire
To rebel against the monster with thorns sharp as briar.
Well! I have a hundred pens and more ink to fill the well.
If I believed in Hades, I'd write him into the fires of hell.
Evil unmasks within Night's embrace;
assured that no one can see its face.
And patrons of darkness clap with joy,
applauding the tricks, tricksters employ.
In the darkest shadows of the Night:
a vampire's kiss morphs into a bite.
And as blood splatters the edge of time,
desire and eternity combine.
Two immortal hearts now beat as one:
merging, in the shadow of the sun.
And consummate their union with blood:
consumed in an emotional flood.
Sweet ecstasy, distilled from the dark:
quenches raw desires; primal and stark.
And befitting creatures of the Night:
silhouettes morph into bats in flight.
Wally Weasel Loves to Paint
Wally Weasel loves to paint, and paints himself a lot.
Some paint goes on the canvas, but most of it does not.
Poor Wally, when he’s finished, is a sight that you must see.
He’s a living breathing rainbow from his head down to his knee.
Wally gets excited when he takes his brush in hand.
If you’re smart, you’ll go across the room and there is where you’ll stand.
His brush goes this way, then goes that way, nothing can escape
The splatters. If you stand nearby, you’ll need a plastic cape.
There are eighty-seven pictures, every one is of himself,
There’s a special place he puts them all upon a special shelf.
He likes the color orange, and must buy it by the ton.
His house looks like a tangerine in every room but one.
And in that room you’ll never guess what color’s to be seen.
His tiny little studio is painted bright lime green!
His painting smock’s magenta and has polka dots of red.
Also, there’s a blue beret upon his little head.
Now let us go, let Wally paint. His work has just begun.
Maybe he will show it to us when the picture’s done.
if you can,
subside your fear.
help someone in need.
There are screams, the voices of millions;
I want to close my ears, instead I listen.
A drop of dew rolls off and splatters
like an ocean on the earth at my feet.
Who cries, a planet lost?
build a bridge or fill a gap.
give a bead of sweat,
hold a broken bone,
give a drop of blood.
smell...the rotting flesh?
hear...the cry of the land?
There are screams, the voices of millions;
I want to close my ears, instead I listen.
A drop of dew rolls off and splatters
like an ocean on the earth at my feet.
Who cries, a planet lost?
touch the face of the ravaged.
see the signs engraved ahead,
taste the salt in the atmosphere.
come weep with me.
how do you measure the loss
when even Angels cry?
How do you weigh a tear?
14~10~2014
I do not want to simply fall -
to limply slip down from a tree.
I need a purpose to live for.
No Humpty Dumpty on a wall
that splatters down to earth for ME.
Oh, life, there still must be some more!
Some more to do – yes, do it all!
And in the doing – feeling free.
Death, wait a while. I first must soar!
Jan. 2, 2023
(a verse of rhyme scheme with stanzas of abc/abc/abc)
Swaths of purple ripple, breeze blown,
down the hillside to the water's edge
as the early morning sunlight splatters
her span with scattered diamonds.
Majestic, as old as the granite outcrops
surrounding her, she shimmers,
'til the weather takes a downturn.
Afternoon thunder and heavy gusts
whip her to a frenzy, as the mountain
goats and hikers hurry to take shelter,
her complexion now grim and forbidding.
The storms disintegrate, the evening sky
turns red and gold, and peace resumes its reign.
This princess, both petulant and calm,
assumes a sheen like polished glass,
a stillness, a silence, in absolute darkness,
just waiting for sunrise to sparkle again.
So direct was Jackson Pollock
giving the art world quite a shock
Art with no beginning & no end
he established an artistic trend
Pollock impulsively hurled his paint
making spots&splatters quite quaint
Action painting novel& new
arrested moments out of the blue
painterly picturesque it ain't
Jackson opened the 'abstract ' door
laying the canvas on the floor
The creator of 'drip' 'flick' and 'stick'
spontaneity was his artistic trick
Liar, run, run
Falling, burn, burn
Discomfort, i did't told you to live
Spit on my face, i want you dead
Reduce to ashes, you better blow it all away
Chained down to hell, set me free
Gone to sleep, just shoot in my head
Pull the trigger, pull the trigger
You coward
You've gone too far
Bless me god, i can take you down now
Hate me forever, eternity will not save you
Liar, i want you dead
Hater, your gonna hate me more
Lying to me, better spit on my face
Candles, are place in line for your welcome
So long i waited
So far has gone
I know i made the mistake to let you live one more night
Still i breath
Not long before dead
Wait one more
One more night of survival
Long distant screams
Can you hear it?
Is you child's mercy
I don't care how much i do
Is my last line
I will slice my blade on him
Blood splatters the wall
The wall my name is placed on
Mercy for dead i may not ever have
Eyes of god have seen worst these days
Don't tell me im dead
I fell more alive killing your creation
Jail's broke loose
I can see you suffer deep inside
This streets will never tell how to survive
You exposed the child to my hands
Run, run away
No were to hide anyways
So long i waited
So far has gone
I know i made the mistake to let you live one more night
Still i breath
Not long before dead
Wait one more
One more night of survival
I can feel your hate
To me and will always be me
Because i took the step no one else did before
Crushing you dream's with axe and hammer
Your mind is weak
I took down your defenses
No were to hide and no were to run
Run, run
There's no were to hide
Hide, hide
There's no were to run
Twist it sideways
Still the same story
Make me cry
You wont ever see me sad
So long i waited
So far has gone
I know i made the mistake to let you live one more night
Still i breath
Not long before dead
Wait one more
One more night of survival
The more we wait
The better will be
For me indeed
I can see you smile
The day we married
The pact we made
Real forever
And dead tonight...
Saving a memory
because laughter splatters
across the room
rolling, clinking,
splashed smiles savored
like wine-mellow
with bursts of flavors
rolled along the tongue
Learning takes place
better when there is
laughter and smiles
invite learners
Giggles, gurgling
eyes and teeth participating
who what questions
answers accents, soliloquies, duets
trios and groupwork
Sets of co-operative
silly making
blessing the room
where we learn
Tortured and destroyed I fall to the floor,
a darkness waits anxiously for more.
It laughs and croaks as blood falls,
more and more as it splatters the walls.
It stands up to enjoy the kill,
I lay still for I have not the will.
Pleading for a hasty end the weapon raises,
one swift blow i see the hazes.
Darkness takes me over I am no more,
just a pawn laying on the floor.
You’d cheated in the past, I'd felt so lost and alone
so I’m curious when you go outside to use your phone
Then you won’t let that darn mobile out of your sight
fallacious rows ensue; just where were you last night?
You say that you were working, you’re a jobbing builder
yet this extra work now gives me cause to bewilder
Then you tantalize me; say you’re telling the truth
and that you’re no longer bedding that floozy Ruth
I ask to see your phone, needing indisputable proof
that your affair’s really over between you and Ruth
You head for the door, and just turn your back on me
your continued infidelity is crystal clear for me to see
Next thing I know you begin packing your suitcase
say you’ll stay with a pal, that you need some space
The red mist comes down; I grab a long kitchen knife
plunge it deep into your chest, thereby ending your life
A vortex of scarlet blood splatters onto the kitchen floor
I eviscerate your body; as a surgeon I’ve done this before
Later I scroll through your call logs, to my shock and surprise
there's no calls to other women, you'd not been telling me lies!
Eight Word Challenge 7 Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Words used Fallacious, Eviscerate, Curious, Bewilder, Plunge,Tantalize Vortex, Scarlet
6/21/18