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...

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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...

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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...

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From blank screen to logorrhea, I write with confused adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
I admittedly self plagiarize and quite aware
aforementioned amalgamated, conglomerated, 
fabricated, jerry rigged, and organized 
eye gripping titled
poem already aired a year plus ago,
though revisiting said theme
downplayed now as thoughts blare,

though similarly filched content
(pertaining to...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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From Blank Screen To Logorrhea, I Write With Confused Adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
aforementioned conglomerated eye gripping titled,
poem already aired
though revisiting said theme
downplayed as thoughts blare
though similar content
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...

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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


(Yalto)


07,16,2019...

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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....

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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...

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The campaign …
was over -
he, the last left alive on the
field of battle, and barely, at that …
his men had fought valiantly -
the odds were never theirs,
yet he was content in
their efforts, and more than proud …
the sky,
Payne's Gray and brooding -
the drab-but-stark background for
giant...

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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,...

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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, 
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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...

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