Best Sullying Poems

Rising from within my quill
Waves of ink crest and crash
Upon the papered shoreline
Riding in and out on the tides
Of yesterday found…

Sullying the once untainted
With both the rash and tender
Of the restive poetic spirit
An autonomous symbiosis
Of today’s moments…

Endlessly seeking identification
Ink scrawled candle flames illume
Scratched out paths...

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Dust floats in the air like it belongs there,
and it accumulates on everything.
Dead skin and mites suspended in mid-air
adhere to practically anything;
sullying surfaces to which they cling.
Dust bunnies gather, morphing into balls; 
that hide under beds and roll down the halls.
Dust spreads allergens, dander, and...

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I can't wipe past betrayals away;
those transgressions are here to stay.
And while love holds no guarantee;
at the very least, trust in me.

Failing to reconcile old fears,
questioning love brings only tears.
And building emotional walls,
you ignore the truth when it calls.

Your fears choreograph each move
as if I've...

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Bitter Truths



How much of bitterness is truth we cannot swallow.
The acridity of words held idle for too long, fermenting
in the cauldron of conceit, the spoils of victory flaunted
in feigned servility.  What scales measure life against
life, gain against greater gain, success against success?
Can we not...

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My Doberman Pinscher won best of show
and was strutting around like a peacock.
One judge was none too pleased and let me know,
while scrutinizing my dog like a hawk.

She was a sarcastic bitter old prune,
treating both me and my dog with disdain.
And swore he'd be stripped...

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Pungent sounds sullen, sullying,
Feelings stark, severe, stressful,
Aflame, singed, searing, smoldering,
Thoughts surging, seeping, slinking,

Placid…As my eyes awaken…...

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Ah Such A Great Night... 
To Fish In The Cyber Sea

Always does this generic guy abhor
inflicting pain and suffering,
     hence I haint n'er fished before,
and even metaphorically
     referencing piscine creatures
     (strictly as prosaic...

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Easter as interpreted by one...
rebated, rebirthed rebooted, and rebuked
ill shod Unitarian atheist

Though avast percentage
of stonehenge temple piloted ghosts,
harking back millennia
constantly zip unseen thru aerospace,
they unwittingly espy
woolly sheep hush fleeced herd
profoundly religious peep pulls
plodding fast as their 
cleft hoofs take them 
along well worn path 
of...

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Interrogation
by JD DeHart

Bright spotlight
displays the quiver
and sullying squirm
of bare blood red humanity,
pushed back in the chair,
beaten for truth....

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sitting in the fields of four oclock flowers
thinking of the times the illusion disappeared
the roses that led me to your secret room
cartomancy told me one thing about quivering leaves

simplifying everything
me in the middle
simplify all these strings
lets fall in love all over again
destined to look like...

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PRELUDE
King David did break all Ten Commandments in one act (2 Samuel 11:2-5)
All it takes is one to break the pact (James 2:10)

THE X COMMANDMENTS
He made Bathsheba a goddess (2 Samuel 11)
Her body was his idol, to him she was hottest (2 Samuel 11:4)
He caused...

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CHILDREN

Children are the blank sheets of paper in a new-bought writing book
And each page is clean and pure white, untrammeled, 
Waiting for ideas to be created
The pages are the future
Not just theirs but yours and mine, for if
The children are raised imperfectly 
What sort of...

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Easter as interpreted by one...

rebated, rebelled, rebirthed, rebooted, 
and rebuked courtesy 
one ill shod Unitarian atheist,
who means NOT to affect
any sacrilegious fallout
nor offend devoutly religious 
man, woman, or child,
when the most important 
Christian holiday notated, 
a veritable “movable feast”
occurs Sunday, March 31, 2024.

Though avast percentage
of...

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I. e., this unfortunate
     mere erred reflection,
     aye re: zine
     (pronounced Syne),
     cuz you Matthew Scott Harris
act like an old curmudgeon,
     does nothing but whine...

...

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I'm what triggers anxieties climb;
stocking darkness shrouded in shadow.
Around since the primordial slime;
the more you feed me, the more I grow,
morphing into terror over time.

I'm what makes you shiver in the dark;
the icy chill that runs up your spine.
The dead stare in the eyes of...

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