Best Splutters Poems

Door o’ green

The door of green it stands ajar,
I enter here in a dream, so far,
A rough hewn table, here it sits,
Big yellow candle splutters its,
An ancient room, of meditation  …..

As I look about the ancient room,
A figure seen within the gloom,
Svelte of body,...

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STEEL AND SILK

My love like steel and silk
      cuts through you 
            splutters your blood
              ...

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She turns up the blue flames,
lowers the chops.
Dripping crackles, iron is fat licked -
grease on her fingers.

The meat finds its voice,
splutters of buttery smaze.
The pork is in bloom.
The animal inside the flesh 
disappearing.
The meat opening 
florets of aroma.

My stomach is cramping,
not with anticipation,
but with an...

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Neon lights shape gargoyle faces
Are the streets (alive) or are they restless?
Unease and motive make their play,
Hidden minds promote!
Outlines are strange, 
While blame is cultured, a virtue less pearl
The espoused truth of a dumbed down world.
A (consumer vision) still splutters to live;
It owes so much...

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Cast off the mooring ropes at bow and stern
Head out into the early morning mist
Hoist the big mainsail, free the jib, and turn
Feeling the filling canvas make her list

The venerable diesel chugs and splutters
Its smoky wraith lingering in our wake
We weave our way between sloops...

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Nine rivers you swam
Bang, into the marathon
Now six rivers you row
Into the eternal riddle.
Thunder frog-jumps out of mouths
Rain splutters from pale sockets

...yestersay.
Now I adjust my backpack
In memory's frigate.
I try to smile
For I am not alone-nor ever will be-
You answer me in the tree-tops
And in the...

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I wake up at five each morning, I hear cock a doodle doo
my stomach’s gurgling but I won’t eat until I'm through;
as the horses need feeding on hay and crunchy  carrot,
and I must give cuttlefish to Polly our screeching parrot

Pink piglets slurp as they...

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I look into the mirror and falter,
Staring back at me is a stranger
Wallowing in pity and self rebuke.
Another victim pierced by love's hook.
Being stripped bare and exposed
Like a waste paper to be disposed.

I try to speak but shudder and wince
For what emanates doesn't myself convince
That...

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There is a lovely town l know of called Habitat Bay
Where the residents are of the animal kind
Living together in harmony
A community supportive and aligned

Duck is the towns only doctor
A beloved doctor to all indeed
Many of the towns folk
Have ongoing medical needs

Parrot is the Doctors...

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please lemme know and honestly profess
if profusion of words create a lingual Loch Ness
(when hens canst come home to roost
   especially, encountering 
   the following conglomeration
   in matthew scott harris patois).

He readily admits writing inventive
   attempts usually...

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The candle light flickers for no reason
even when shielded from stray puffs of wind.
It is an internal thing, rhythm within its being,
a vibrato in its song of pixels waved.
A reminder that making light is tough
squeezing vapor from melted wax, that is wicked
up to furnace of...

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Behind my wheel of life is a will to drive on but
When my wheel is faulty and rusty
When the spokes are reluctant to roll
When my wheel loses its drive
And the heat gets to the skin
When the body begins to tear up
And the underlays are revealed
Then...

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Ah...Satisfactorily Succumbing Into Salubrious Sleep

Aye sandman, I surrender to yar supreme governance
surreal spectacular soiree gifts subconscious sphere
soothing (analogous to natural palliative), ah...REM
member nought, asper exquisite entertaining cerebral
kaleidoscope replete with nonpareil visual trappings

aesthetically tantalizing unforgettable..., but lo' eye can't
captcha scenario upon awakened state, tis bothersome
transcendent, resplendent,...

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The gurgling brook starts to babble near here,
It murmurs, humming a soft mantra song,
With squish, squelch, squirm, its fluid voice is clear,
As it splashes, splutters, dancing along.

It kisses, caresses the bed of stream,
The banks are hugged in sibilant embrace,
Ripples lapping, create a lilting dream,
Each glug,...

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Looks here what do we see
A funny man, dweedle dee dee 
His wonky eye and messy hair
He spits and splutters everywhere 
A pair of socks, with no shoes 
His hat is made from last weeks news
Many people stop and gaze
Their look is often, full amaze
Yes...

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