Best Splaying Poems

Colors dance on the canvass of my life
In an intricate interplay of hues
Intensifying and weakening at different stages
Fluid colors in constant motion
As I age, different colors take precedence
While others slowly recede
Still present, yet less visible

Some colors are all time favorites
Ever strong, ever making their presence...

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revelation of revelations!
an ordinary morning til..
discovery of discoveries 
brittle chrysalis
upside down, branching
breathing, pulsing
I pause and
inspect the
pupa’s fortress
tight and hard as 
childhood memories of
milkweed pods 
splaying, splitting, dropping
fragments into the
pungent soil beneath

My birth sac
splits apart
Baptismal waters
run down my legs
he’s going to be a
football player the 
doctor...

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The Story Of The Cruel And Dark Queen That Feeds On Souls

She that exists to eat innocent souls and this world's vast wealth
A dark goddess, splaying her straggly long hair with wilted roses
Pretty, brazen, wickedly heartless and damn to hell soulless
Even far more beautiful, glowingly...

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Attempting imagery after googling it once
This was supposed to be the blurb
But it's becoming the poem
My measure of success 
Is getting it right, with minimal effort
Because when I try 
And no one notices
I get a bit...
I don't know, maybe 
Splaying and unsplaying my fingers
Like I've...

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Across farthest hills, silent moonlight spills
To wash away the dark, to overflow
With golden rays splaying the land it fills
And paints every plant in darkened meadow
With clouds below a crumbled curtain hung
To filter soft moonlight that fall and flow
Through every limb this gentle string is strung
This...

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THE   FLOWERS   WELCOME   THE   QUEEN 



Spring returns  to my garden and the  Golden Queen
Once  again  warms  everything she touches.
A little girl  comes barefoot  into my empty garden one day.
Her hair...

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Waiting is the greatest pain, 
Though most of me remains slain; 
Legs propped up on iron heaters, 
In my mouth spins an egg beater- 

Roughly, duct tape holds it there, 
Wrapped around my crimson hair- 
Holding in the spinning end, 
Tearing so no one could mend. 

Will my torturer return? 
I cry to think...

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The smell of autumn on the breeze

make's me feel so serene

Colored leaves floating down

lay a blanket of beauty on the ground

When the sun rise's up

splaying out it's radiate light

touching dew covered leave's

Red, Gold and Green

A faucet of tranquill reflection

Creating a scene to be seen

Wrapping the...

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Duchess, a brown chestnut Tennessee Walker with a
long flowing ebony mane, frolicked non-stop along the 
fenced pasture bordering the corn field.  She had the 
whole eighty acres to herself, kicking up her heels as if 
she was still a yearling.  Fall was nearing...

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There’s comfort in conformity,
The dry herd steps forward to give 
Filed sighs, an enormity
Of purpose, peppered like a sieve
With empty space, paraded fast
Through love and loss, to lie and live,
Splaying bones to yawn death at last,
Our time to pass, we won’t forgive....

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The leafless, arthritic branches
of the sycamore and maple
trees stretched their grotesque, naked forms 
now stripped by the blasts of winter;
splaying drearily overhead 
casting cold, rickety shadows
over recently fallen snow.
A prevailing wind rushes through
the trees and a choir of creaks
begin their rasping rhapsody.
A momentary lull begins
and...

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I wander through a
thicket of broken branches
and dense leaves as
shimmering, silver water
forms a silken slide,
as it descends o'er top
a high mountain peak.

Colors of gray, blue & yellows glint
as they bounce off a bright sun, forming
rainbows against an epoch which
slowly fades into an eve of
pinks and...

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A wedge of moon 
persists in a cobalt sky,
as light fractures itself, 
splaying its fingers
through the reluctant dark, 
soon to be gone.
Black lace filaments 
on licorice black trees
dangle their dainty digits 
in a waning wind.
Hushed and shy is dawn 
as she adjusts her
flamenco skirts 
to...

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What looks sexy
and aesthetically pleasing
on Society's well-endowed Page

May not feel so hot
when StraightWhite Daddy's capital-headed
economic fornication systems
lead toward Great White Father's abortion
of global green forests
and resonantly blue skies 
and sun-warmed water 
resilient EarthCare

Cosmic polarizing predations
against holy spirit invitations
results in an EarthTribe clearance sale

Beginning with AnthroSupremacist...

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The words shift over
When the heart grieves with mistrust
And life seems complex with her
Saying things simply
Can prevent splaying of pain
Increased by those staring eyes

Russell Sivey...

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