Best Splotches Poems

Stealing what daylight won,
grey clouds evoke despair
choking a waning sun.

A dullness dims the air,
and flower petals close
in order to prepare.

Bruised indigo splotches,
dapple diminished blues
with dark...

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GIANT CUPCAKE

With raisins, nuts and cinnamon
Quite moist all through
Not the usual 3-minute egg on toast
Oh no!     I’m taking a chance on...

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I see…
red splotches on her night gown
still oozing down her face
“I fell again.”
She looks at us
with that same wobbly smile
“I’m Ok! Don’t worry. I’m OK!”
I...

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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...

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repentance again

old women kneel in pews
dotted about the shadowed church
black splotches they float
among the incense clouds.
faces waxen like the flicker candles
raised, softened, in the stained...

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I never liked the smell of lilacs although they were always
your favorite flower.
When did you stop bringing them home?  I never noticed, 
Wish I...

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Poetics Poem, Red River Gorge, KY

I traipse the course of a forking, rambling stream
Barefoot from the rounded top of one small boulder
To another, the slashing...

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ALUMINUM SIDING

my heart is buried behind the aluminum siding,
trapped inside that bubbly feeling i’d get when your arms would graze my waist,
in the late night...

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There are days
when I don't look
for much, just an old chair
on the back porch,
a few thoughts
to pick over, perhaps
a memory to recall and,
to entertain the...

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Remember when the ink, a writer’s tat, like a cobra spiralling ‘round fingers and arms, wielded power. Splotches, balled up, thrown into the basket hoop,...

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Finally my blood began to coagulate
a graceful gel, gently thickened,
so – whatever I might feel, the settling of the wound,
has begun…

in sensitive silences, the shadows...

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I am not all happiness.
I am not as bitter as your smile
and I have no lips to make me sense -
to curve around my name...

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Follow the path that runs through the dale
Where it turns leading down by the spring
Lush ferns and ivies line the trail
Nearly everything bites or stings

The...

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f*ck justin bieber 
f*ck harold and kumar 
f*ck huey lewis 
f*ck star trek 
  
  
  
f*ck everything that isn't classical music...

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The ol' saddle warn't much to look at but it was all Buck could afford.
He paid Billy five bucks fer it when Billy died and...

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