Best Sputtered Poems

Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
     In a house where a maiden's dreams were crushed
     An open seam forever left impaled
     Discolored remnants of a wedding veil

     Beneath a...

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A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN 

Her face was a constellation of perfections 
She was ravishing; beautiful beyond condemnation. 
Her voice was like many water 
Yet, it's coo whenever she sputtered. 

Her gait was just so alluring 
No wonder men couldn't help but kept gazing. 
She trod on...

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He'd had a bad day, he was snapping and snarling.
His behavior,  it was anything but darling.

But I couldn't shut up, be compassionate and care.
Oh, hell no, not me.  I had to poke the bear.

His eyes were red coals.  He sputtered and shrieked.
Sure...

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Attempting to await St. Nick, small Ted
lay trembling with excitement in his bed,
one Christmas Eve while all his siblings slept
(their promise to stay up with him unkept).
Like smoke that rose above his house that night
and drifted to the moon, his thoughts took flight.
He wondered (and...

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They say the one you think of last before sleep,
Is the one you care for the most— the one you wish to hold, admire, love…

The two of us…beings of bravery,
Had labored all the night, 
In harmonies livid, longing and bright…
In music so construed in golden...

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Furious scowls reveal marked displeasure
Void of joy, she pointed her finger
Muddling through a decayed existance
Cloaked in hostility  she sputtered and hissed
While keeping her life clenched tight in a fist
The goddess of war reigns pained indignance
Afraid of losing control, she tightens her grip
Unable to unlock...

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Rain slipped in 
 sliding on the din 
just passed dark 
 came midnight sparks
before the light of morning sun,
 spits and spats, tips and taps, 
lulls and dulls,
 sputtered mutters culls,
 on the shutters closed, 
clammy, dank, and damp, 
click-clack, stamped, 
 pitter-patter tones,
...

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Sewing machine long idle, gathered dust
inside the room my sister liked the best.
Old fabric pieces lay where they’d been left.
I let my hand upon soft velvet rest.

I lit a candle like she used to do
nights of our youth when she’d gone there to keep
her mind...

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Grasping the mantle of Heaven's raw wound,
        Fear dripped as tears to the cavernous dark ...
            Swallowed my conscience and rational mind,
    Strength and...

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A Conversation With Little Red Riding Hood

[I’ve always loved the fairy tale, “Little Red Riding Hood”, and I’ve used it to teach many lessons, especially on perspective and morals in my classroom, so this contest inspired me to try my hand at turning the fairy...

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Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
A willing victim to time’s soft crust
Dulled sergeant stripes lay on the floor
Fading remnants from a worldly war

This old, now lifeless, bricked in room
Is now but a capsule, her timeless tomb
Her future and dreams enjoined in fight
It's here she threaded...

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The sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Held my attention to make it work against rust
Reminding me “I am whom your mother did trust…
To clothe you well from harm of sun, wind and gust.”

Oh, I’m sorry to forget Mom’s tool so great 
In crafting masterpiece of...

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There you are 
Not lost at all
Under all the bushels
Sputtered mouthfuls
Negative thought fire
Beating vehement pour
Readiness tread stand
Bright walk cloud tide
Looking up 
Survive...

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Spiked Drinks Got Them All So Rolling Drunk

Universe spun out of control and died
The planets sputtered out and then fell
The southern boy liked his chicken fried
And preacher's young son rang the old church bell
Hope lost its heart and thus began to cry
The throng laughed away,...

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It was shiny and bright sitting under the tree.
There were other things there, but that's all I could see:
a Lionel toy train on a circular track!
The caboose was maroon and the engine was black.

And to top it all off on this fine Christmas day,
was an...

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