Long Spatters Poems

* CONTENT WARNING: This poem is about physical abuse. *

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eyes, down ...

at my yellow polo,
red spatters
so evenly placed that
they look unnatural -
as if printed,
but unfinished ... incomplete …
yeah ...
blood, but...

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It was springtime in my nursery, an industrious time of the year,
For spring is the time to be planting, so luxurious flora appears.

As the sole owner of a nursery, there was quite a bit to...

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( while taking a tour through those poems readers are requested to keep in their hands,  a
feather from the pea-cock’s tail )

Volga - 1 

there might have been some provocation 
on the part of...

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Grey cotton wool clouds enfold the mountain tops,
Creeping forward like an army on the move.
Now and then, dropping their wet cargo
On vegetation, withered from long months of sun.
Gusts of wind carry fragments of birdsong,
Rejoicing in...

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“Women are evil creatures boy. Evil. Every Go**amn last one of ‘em,”
Thunk- the shovel smacks on it’s target. 
“Do ya hear me BOY? Every one of ‘em.”
Thunk. 
“Yes Daddy.” the eight year old agreed with...

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THE EYE of I

What is life? What is love?
The eye of I took it in…
The material rolling sweeps highs and lows--valleys cuts, grooves, gullies and gorges eye engorge crevices of porphyry
heat flies from the ravines
places...

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(Prelude)

A practicing hermit comes ‘board the train— 
"Faux Pas Degenerate’s the name."
The sundial dust of a spider 
on silken words retires; 
Easy now with walking 
‘fore the secret slips out: Desire.
 
"Paranoia: witch’s brew. 
All...

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Sweet September, see how splendidly she shines!
Subtlety submitting seasonal splendour, she
swamps summer’s splendiferous sights,
by stealthily shrouding splendid scenery, 
with suffused sensuous, sybaritic, scenarios!
Sublimely serene, she spatters and splashes
slivers of saffron, sepia and sienna shades,
slapdash over...

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Haunted places, haunted lives --
     Who knows the terrors trapped inside?
Out of gas and losing vigor, 
     His footprints are defined in flashes of light.

Spatters of mud...

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(Year 1)
You try to hide
somewhere deep inside
As the blood spatters on the window
You try to compromise with the needle
Like a hero without a soul
As it throws you to the ground
There are no reasons to hold...

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Perhaps the "We" in a poem about young "America" can thread the plural pronoun 
into a universal tapestry:

"We" seek the Sunrise- fiery golden streams, threads of expectancy, not simply of hope.  Rarely realized.

Almost always...

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A chorus of the hungry
Father, we are here, singing choruses
To a crowd of witnesses 
A scattering of utterances among crows 
Muttering things 
About this and that
Unknown quantities of baloney  
Seasoned with desert salt
As the...

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embrace your stains
those blots of evidence 
physical prints of memorable or
not-so-memorable times
still footprints of 
life 
echoing throughout the day
tattooing your very person
&
connecting you with every other human that 
lives amongst you
the spit, the snot, the...

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Tommorrow will see the coming of a PURGE,
Oh! Salem...Oh! Bethlehem...Yes..! Jerusalem,
Living a life so Solemn,
Peace and Love to Becky and Carmen,
Twice this much to Angela and Edmond.
 
We must play on flutes to welcome Jutes,
Lets...

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I want to tell you a story-
of a special place that
                        ...

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It is not the young men
Distard and disconnect
The chronicler's memory dissect
But some more corporate
And deeper in the grain
As roots of more coming pain.

Cutting through debris
Of postmortem reactions
To hear the high pitch tremors
Of blood chilling screams
Splashing...

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A common green
Garden hose coiled
Slithering head bright and erect
Suspended over the gaping crowns
And roots garmented in soil
And I 
At the foot of glowing tree
Or flower bush
Tend my garden alone
Whip the flickering water like a tongue
Venom...

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Coagulation Starter – 3-28-24
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Coagulation

Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
Flowing like insomnia
Between the wounds of dawn and dusk
When wounded memories drip pools of enigmas,
Fleeting gossamers of absolutes,
Drying into sticky puzzles.

Bloodied dreams wander labyrinths,
With no exits,
Leaving spatters...

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Neon lights penetrate into the curtains and shed a colorful blast on the darkest of canvas. Leftover food scattered all over the ground. Random newspapers crumbled into a ball at the corner of the room,...

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"Ink-Spatters"

By Rachel Heffington

I'm a poetess, an authoress, a gal of story-tell

And I haven't all the fashion of a perfect Southern Belle

And I mayn't be the prettiest or smartest in the land

But I've got a world...

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-light house-

...lost in the deep dark dangerous fore forest of mental foresight
the pitch blindfold blocking my light of sight

and pattering feet feebly giving way for a stumble
my heavy body spatters mad, my face smudges, i...

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Sometimes I forget that I’m holding my breath,

                  the reason why;

until I begin to suffocate.

My chest begins to...

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The roundest, orangest, nicest pumpkin I find
 In a farmer's field ten miles from town.
Uncarved and free from ghoul's design
with unsaid prayers, I set my pumpkin down.

I set it down in grass in front of...

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I did not wish to sleep with old gods 
that stand trying to evoke the grey skyline of modernity

That preach on hummingbird wires 
that murmur telemetry through echoed iconoclasts.

And as the aging blue repetition spatters...

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spreading itself over the land 
as a miniscule sort of nano-sheet of ice,
nature’s cold wet cough spatters itself 
all over what one sees when the rub the sleepy stuff
from the eyes---
that first look outside on...

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