Best Splotchy Poems
I am eating lasagna
In an unfinished room
By myself all alone
Music plays backwards
In the absence of moonlight
Middle of day
Somewhere else
I can't see the stars
And I think about Harry
Just ent'ring the bank
Overwhelmed
Excitedly taking it in
Thirty more minutes
Of ad-free music
And it's not so cold
Not in here
Not as cold as it is
Where I was
The walls are gray
And splotchy white
The lights
Out
Is the electricity
Back on?
Will I ski
On Wednesday?
Hans Castorp will
Breaking rules
It was just
A little anemia
He was only
A little anemic
Take me away
Take me to Der Zauerberg
Thin air
Away
Away
So far away
But they won't let me sleep
Verge of tears
But a smile spills out
It's a mess, I'm a mess
But I don't care to clean
So I'll call it art
I'm not painting pretty
Not anymore
I'm something else
A piece
Of abstract
Art
I remember childhood carousel mirrors,
antique, ornate, intoxicating, glimmering,
glinting, gleaming, turning,
calliope piping, toy top twirling, shimmering.
I remember all those early years of yearning.
I remember grainy analog TV,
pallid, pasty-faced, fuzzy vestiges,
wavy-gray shadow-shades so giddy.
I remember the vapid, vacant egregious,
the dull corporate thievery of the airwaves.
I remember polychromatic butterflies,
splodgy, splotchy, wavy, Lepidoptera,
dewy glorious mornings playing in a puerile land.
I remember wispy pastels, childish whispered chimera hopes.
We all wanted to believe in the carousel.
I remember wooden yearlings swirling,
ponies pumping, rolling, my resemblance careening,
my semblance of being aspiring in glittery silvery sterling.
I remember so many seraphs pirouetting,
all silently streaming, mercifully redeeming.
I remember childhood carousel mirrors.
She placed her dreams in starshine's bright design
where she believed the galaxy would guard them
from incidents and accidents that might shard them.
She trusted stars to lifelong harmonize love's song.
Wearing confident styles, she traversed fickle miles
before finding a grand love that would surely thrive.
Now, she barely manages life or pajamas without strife.
Gone is her strong and else she wished meant to belong.
Her frantic emotions fast crashed in gray-bashed static
and just her sofa holds her in tear splotchy folds.
Wishing to be free of depressions dark torture spree,
she lives with heart bruises and painful mind debris.
Numbness blurs her pathetic in swirls of decrepit
that pick at her feel-fabric already shredded traumatic.
She cannot define when their end started its doomed sway
but recalls when he left with her 'besty' on a final, total away.
There is something we all have
Inside us, both good and bad
That can cause A splotchy stain
Of despair, sorrow and pain
Revenge and payback can unseal
Things that shouldn't be revealed
Trusted to be locked away
Where it should forever stay
But sometimes anger is the key
To unlock this mystery
Breaking all the faith and trust
Of golden friendships into rust
Or this hidden pinky swear
Is a happy joy affair
Full of laughter and good times
An occasion where you find
Decorations, food and fun
Friends and family have begun
A surprise that will WOW
Shocking someone here and now
With great news so wondrous
A day of love and nothing less
So depending on what's told
Whether it is big and bold
Or amazing and so kind
There will be a place and time
Secrets always find a way
To make or destroy someones day
Hmm, perhaps titled,
aye poem already didst aired
though revisiting said theme
downplayed as thoughts blare
though similar con tent
invariably communicated
sans, trademark pi Seine fishtail career
as applies to other questions,
this chap asks himself,
an immense task I dare
unleash unbounded kickstarting euphoria
within psychic calm'n weal
with a healthy dose of logorrhea
scowl unintentionally reader
mine re: noun verbosity doth ensnare
though oft times obfuscation veils merely
a black hole sun (son) prominence
asthma faux eminence amber gris
long ago didst flare
aware if chance encounter
in a dark alley coal less sing
burning eyes fiercely glare
yet, an explanation
would be proffered to hear
this penchant spurring confabulation
explaining (feebly) zest
yours truly experiences
expatiating honest to dog ness
figuratively go win west
word ho seeking me own mother lode acquired,
via verse a tile materiel undergoing
electric kool aid acid test
incorporating rigorous (mortise
and tenon constructed) adverbial quest
which wondrous, whirled,
and webbed woven semi colon aided nest
reinforced with double entendre
tongue in cheek jest,
whereby multiple interpretations
(ala mode literary splotchy Rorschach test)
tenants in common beau geste
ma own home spun faux
cambridge analytica gimcrackery defaced book best
bite, with absolute zero
data snatched aye evasively attest!
I awake royal blue
It fades to a teal
Just a different hue
To change my appeal
Come noon, neon yellow
Before long, an off white
For a moment I'm mellow
Seeing the light
Everyday, come supper
I'm as red as an apple
A weathered fixer upper
Splotchy and dappled
Much too often
My colors bleed out
I find myself caught in
A saturation drought
My contrast, I tweak
Adjusting my vibrance
For hidden hues, I seek
In hopes to enhance
Sometimes I find
I'm underexposed
I can't see when I'm blind
Or fix what doesn't show
In desperate moments
I click delete
Though the process is dense
Again, I'll repeat
Often I'll distort
Overindulge in a tone
An alternative port
Highlights blown
I manipulate emotions
With photoshop talents
My colors I blend
It's a daily balance
what face? his back
we face
an umbrella in space
a splotchy coat embrace
striped pants
dark yellow and orange canopy
his countenance red hat you see
atmospheric happiness
of blue powder, lavender and pink
quintessential canvas
of Peter Max
pop artistry
j a z z
if it’s raining
it’s raining
J O Y
9/2/2022
Sponsor: Brian Strand
A gray and white cat sidles up
against the splotchy green dumpster
and meows despite himself.
The plastic lid slams hard at the end
of another long shift. It sounds desperately final
like the North Springs station, or the highest note
of a violin.
Splotchy clouds
squeeze billions of
raindrops
from a blemished
sky bruised with purplish
charcoal grey
blotches:
as lightning
flashes
and thunder
accost the
the face of heaven;
summoning the mournful
tears
of weeping angels.
In the halcyon hush of twilight meadows,
a clown carves laughter from hydrangea elixir,
his smile — a fuchsia epitaph,
hidden behind a dazzling white glow.
Sparkling countless orbs drift from his broken pockets,
ghosts grow wishes in splotchy shade,
each sangria song he sings
splinters against the opalescent primrose sky.
Serendipitously, sorrow stitches his grin —
a mystical black ballet performed
for an audience of lustrous fireflies.
Coral summer nights smell wonderful to others,
but he drifts alone in purple dreams,
his burgundy luna heart heavy with
psychedelic echoes of forgotten cheers.
Spree silvery jewels tumble down his cheeks —
not laughter, but
the silent fabric of darkness knit with marvel,
where every jest
hides another tear.
Written: April 24, 2025, for Contest sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
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Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore!
I serendipitously reached a timeless twilight canvas
The fairy whispers of dreams, wings, and aged myths
I saw orbs rising in her eyes
each star is hanging on her breath
The fabric of darkness is knit with marvel
She beckoned me to a silent, mystical black ballet
Each sparkle was a memory
Yet to be lived
her grin paved the heavens
Together, we soared beyond the horizon's edge,
ghosts grow wishes in splotchy shade,
as opalescent primrose on an ethereal threshold,
fuchsia epitaphs
of lustrous fireflies glide by
Extending an invitation to discover
Similar to sparkling, countless orbs of hydrangea elixir
Psychedelic echoes as gold-lilacs slowly wilted
I saw orbs emerging in her eyes, as wisteria vines
Each star hung on her breath
within sangria songs
A dazzling white glow stems from spring
Juvenile giggling invades the landscape
A fairy whirlwind shapes chauvinistic dreams.
Spree Silvery jewels from twilight maroon meadows
Coral summer nights smell wonderful in purple dreams
On this halcyon land
fitted snugly in hedgehog twigs.
An inquisitive smile spread over her face
While she observed the burgundy luna
I asked, "Why does darkness color clouds?
I believe her dreams may be a cathartic cure.
The lightning danced all through the night
To wrought a festival of fire
That put to torch in blackened blight,
And scorched the forest like a pyre
Now, petroglyphs of nature’s arts
In splotchy ash ‘cross craggy scarp,
Are scarred background to blackened ghosts
Now frozen in escapement’s warp.
The energy of blackened woods
And flora from the forest floor
Has left behind the fertile goods
Of nascence sown, as evermore.
was that life
feedle ing me
my memwires
meaning
for
myself
in
cluded
time has separated
here i lay on moonbeams
reconciliation
never
was
me
corners stretch out
for
an
circle
she has brutalized me
my thoughts grown love
somber
as
was
still my touch
remains
steal my touch
from
stains
minds before eyes
mine before eyes
naked
as
flesh
was born
womb split
intentions
split me
splotchy
clot me
fingers penetrate the skin
razor is stretched to the mind
ink reaches for me continually
is
it
ink
or
was that life
?
A rainy hike
following mud trails.
It’s a Cadillac ‘Fleetwood’
here in the back woods!
A car crumbling out of memory.
Layers of rust have layers of moss,
a film of bird crap adds a splotchy frost
to the crud.
Not even Cadillac bones are left,
just metallic tree ruins and
the verdigris of blight.
Tired, wet and bedraggled,
I wish I could have pulled that car
out of the past
and driven it home.
There is something we all have
Inside us, both good and bad
That can cause A splotchy stain
Of despair, sorrow and pain
Revenge and payback can unseal
Things that shouldn't be revealed
Trusted to be locked away
Where it should forever stay
But sometimes anger is the key
To unlock this mystery
Breaking all the faith and trust
Of golden friendships into rust
Or this hidden pinky swear
Is a happy joy affair
Full of laughter and good times
An occasion where you find
Decorations, food and fun
Friends and family have begun
A surprise that will WOW
Shocking someone here and now
With great news so wondrous
A day of love and nothing less
So depending on what's told
Whether it is big and bold
Or amazing and so kind
There will be a place and time
Secrets always find a way
To make or destroy someones day