Best Sputter Poems

Golf Putter That Did Sputter 

Have naughty eight iron and a nine
That are starting to become benign;
My small balls were slow as molasses;
Did decide to...

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To the little machine, that's so hard to clean
And sits alone on the shelf,
I'm thankful to you, for that potion you brew
That turns me into...

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Memories Of Youth And Nature, Were A True Blast
In collaboration with Robert Lindley

Beautiful dawn a Nature walk would do one good
Across the flower filled pond,...

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Take me to the tombstone 
let me touch the gray stone that stands
where life could not
I will put my face to that touchstone of deaf...

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"Oh, how you splinter me...."
Looking, through your looking glass
Portraits, of your present
And images, of your past
You say you see
You say you know
You say you do
But...

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“Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn...

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"Casting down imaginations...." ~ II Cor. Ch. 10 ~
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Oh, how you splinter me....

Looking through your looking glass

Portraits of your present and, images of your past!?

You...

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A lonely beam of yellow-white light,
carving a curve in the ink of the night,
upon the snow-burdened branches of pine,
standing still guard to the lord of...

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While driving down a country road
One dark and lonely night
My engine began to spit and sputter
From a strange and mysterious light

I saw this little green...

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wind always knows 
it limitation
as it writes its swirling
scripts upon threadbare roof.
lamentations for the
fields of empty prairies
as the dry leaves rustle
in strings of grass… 

i...

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At night the city is full of bones
And they
Are very dry

Beneath the trample of urban feet
They are ground

But to live, these dry bones
Must drink words

Sad...

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‘ Volcano’ ( or The Perils of  Passion )

Volcano … You Inferno ! … You, Latent Threat
… I am not Ready, for Your Rise...

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'I think I know why the ocean flows'


When I watch the tides send spume and surf onto the poets' swaying shore

Caress the silken sand embrace...

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They talk…
All fires do
Some mutter, some sputter
And if you think  they don’t live
Then ‘shame on you’…

They consume…
All fires do
They eat virtually anything
At times leisurely
Licking...

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Well there I was twenty or so and never been in an airplane

Well...it just so happened two new friends of mine, were pilots

With many hours...

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