Best Spurting Poems

Within Passion's Dream 
A Collaboration with Michael P. Clarke (Vladislav Raven) 

Within Passion's Dream I hold you close beside the Ocean of Love. 
I behold God's heavenly stars and they hold not the beauty of your temple. 
You are the glory in my every thought...

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Forth from the heaven, from the misty moorlands of all sacred woodland greens,
drop by drop by striking the pebbles and untouched vegetations oozes, 
the intoning hallowed water of evergreen woods' crystal cascades, brooks and streams.
to adduce the onus lies on doomed humanity to be the...

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On Blue Ocean

Blue ocean rises
and falls with cool
serenity,
creating crests
of roving waves,
seeking yellow,
sun-bleached shores.
Aah! Behold
its engorged bosoms,
heaving and trembling,
passionately
spurting out
bubbly, champagne-like,
sparkling spumes,
that elatedly
lick and tickle
flashy red tails of
flirtatious mermaids.
On summer nights,
inhale deeply
its fresh salty scent,
which clings to the air,
like an old lover.
Then savoring the
sweet, rhythmic
undulation of
rippling,...

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O singing
strings of my violin heart
  let the vibrant breeze
      of mellifluous air
        embrace your deep rosewood skies 
             orchestrated...

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There is Nothing to Say About It


There is nothing to say about it
No words to describe it at all  
There are no words at all to describe 
the mass slaughter of innocents,
the relentless malignant progressions of
the evil black-moving cloud of terminations,
the toxic metastasizing ooze...

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Share, discover. 
With lips and fingers and skin
Tasting, touching and feeling
With tongue rolling in the wet longing

Silent cry, pleading
Agonized shiver seeking release
Of holding back to get to higher heights, 
Reaching firm the nape
Closely arching

Wrapping legs around the hips
Reaching for each other's soul
Searching. Seeking. Wanting

Feeding the...

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Man of words, strange creature of fiery intention,
Amplifying pictures with that restless imagination,
Great are the images spurting forth from your pen,
Nothing holds you down, working alone in the den; 
Unto the night you toil, pushed by an alien power,
Mastering some inner demons, taming your fear.

Oh...

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Spill it all out
Where is the light to guide these words?
Everything feels gone 
Empty again 
So spilling it out is impossible?
Yet words still flow through it all
Thoughts still run rampant
Broken pipework spraying all over the place
Rust collecting on the spurting silver
Losing very inch of pride
Unable...

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water spurting
from a gargoyle spout…
I am drawn to
the gurgling of a baby
in his mother’s arms
					
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© 20th January 2020       
[Published in Cattails Spring/April issue 2020...

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How could I forget the sight
He fought for dear life
As she stabbed with a knife
His face overcome with despair
Blood spurting on her hair
She wiped her sweaty face
The lump in my throat!
My son, she said
You too will slaughter a goat...

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Where Has All The Beauty Gone?

There is no time like the now times,
The ever-present blood-swooshing times.
Time again to surrender as a smitten lover surrenders,
To the never-ending rhapsodies of erotic impulses,
Which exhale as a listless leviathan exhales,
Basking in the swishing waters off the windy capes, 
Naked,...

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Spurting colors in a sunset sky, 
The look of absolute wonder in the eye
As the last of the sun descends,
The lingering light tickling trembling waves

Embraces in a thrashing storm,
Nighttime sharpening the senses,
An apology accentuating sincerity,
Sighs of relief parting the lips

The sound of trust on the...

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love with love flirts
feel bliss spurting
exert no more...

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Giant spider, climbing up the spout
Downward it tripped right on my pillow...
I croaked and rattled a loudest shout,
And glue-stick couldn't rid its long toes.

As thorax clung on the bedside wall
Spinning a web, a bold fight did dare
Wired mouth sprawled, I wanted to fall
But with my...

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Special Action Force, “By Skills and Virtue, We Triumph”....
Hail to you heroes who fought until their last breath!
No fear to face the awaiting door of death.
As you defend and secure our Motherland especially the youth.

At the hour of battle field you gave your best,
As you...

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