Best Splotch Poems

A rather young couple have
Moved in together
In the two up, two down
Across the street.
Not for them conventionality
Or conformity:
No wedding band offends
Her third finger, left hand
Nor,...

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It is an important cake that I had to bake with out a rake so that it would be 
real   It has a...

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A conversation overheard between Shakespeare and his former muse.

"So many things hath turned to utter folly over the ages.
Hundreds of years since I've penned pages...

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The people cast their ballots;
And hopes are very high;
But the looks upon the Christian man;
Shows some worry in their eyes.

 The donkey has majority.
 And...

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A splotch of orange
spills over East,
mixes with and washes away
night dark and moon yellow.
Golden quiet transmutes
to silver sound, and tousled sleep
awakes to fresh-combed day....

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 ekphrasis 

Five glasses filled with brew but only two in kind;
the bread is toasted lightly, portioned just for four.
Although the background’s hazy, something rests...

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Mum

A siren of Oogahs! fills her ears,
But the cream of smile and care splotch her face,
Tells you the loving tutelage she has for years,
Cuddling and...

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The ink blot can BLINK 
Hurrah! TODAY I think

Now a SPLOTCH is in the sink
With water I did not drink

If I spot this BLOTCH I'll...

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Bleeding Tears

I would love to master the bait,
But my heart still crumbles with tears,
I thought I had wept all,
But your simple sound still sizzle straight...

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Carcinoma, melanoma sick twins
Inside their innocuous hosts grin
For surface tension brings no chagrin
Another, common diagnosis will time lend
Healthy cell structures to amend
Immune systems with guile...

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PORTRAIT OF SPOT

mr. Picasso
we have a strange cat named spot.
spot is mainly white
save for this splotch on his nose, 
pure black and triangular

now some cats...

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Decadent perimeter a decorous 
tray doth betray
Polished cart a nubile mask doth 
display
From black, coiffed locks baited line 
doth sway
From slippery, glossed lips a sweet...

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In this day and age, I want some recompense
I don't understand it, it jus' don't make sense
that we can write through our entire lives
with all...

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I live in a barren wilderness.
Thoughts of those I miss are few.
Nothing but the midnight sky to watch.
For leaving them behind I have no bitterness.
Although...

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(originally composed approximately a half 
dozen plus years since this revision now, 
September 13th 2018 ~ 12:48 ante meridiem, 
which missive, I came across scrolling...

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