Long Splatted Poems

When I tie the noose,
will you stop me from defying gravity,
perhaps I shall hold my own hands whilst I try to descend high above the ground,
and maybe when I fail, I'll put a  call through ...

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Walked into a door frame and battered my shoulder
Felt I’d done battle with some kind of boulder
I thought I’d need more than a dollop of ointment
So I rang the doctor to book an appointment 

The...

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FRIENDS IN HIGH PLACES

So much for the laughs 
Late night chats
Never ending teasing, and name callings
Like brothers and sisters of one
Like we were born at once

So much of tagging along
Long distance walking
But never having enough
One...

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Those BMX bikers were kicking up dust 
But the blockade ahead meant they had to have trust
The little green guy with a face like a sprout
Would come up with something to help them all out

The...

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We are all
with such or other way
have lead, moved himself or drifted out
from eternal Truth.

We are all
lived in Crist
or hidden of him
attracted to him
or betryed him,
escaping from his commandments
for convenient and comforting
existence in lies.
 ...

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[This is based on a true story from some years ago…
Some elaboration involved… oh… and nothing got
Splatted.]

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*Inspired by Cheryl Hoffman’s “The Skin We’re In”  — Go read it!

On a turkey it's called a wattle
on a moose, "the bell," (not “the bottle”)
Those batlike things?
(too small - see wings)
dewlaps*, odd appendages we...

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Rainy day washed away the blood splatted 
On the sidewalk and street of a young man
I assasinated without any mercy and pity 

Green monster of jealousy blinded my mind
His body was lying lifeless, in the...

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4 a.m. fog rich on fields tranquil. 
Holstein milk slaps the bucket by hand.
White reports parking-lot cars with lights on.

Calls home to mom every Tuesday.
Young love is as white as is baby’s first smile,	
And slow...

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Lullabies give birth to a new sunrise,
and the wind lies still in the valleys low…
Sapphire skies sunken in static eyes,
the birch trees bark a belting blow…

Where echoes dance in sweet romance,
and love is whispered before...

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We have no sabbath on and in
of and for
deep oceanic atmospheres.

Sabbath is for cities
and the lands we share to hold them
six days per week.
Lands we gives ourselves to rest on seven,
from rabid human over-splatted population
on...

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5 droppin
6 poppin
thats what we use to scream
hood til we die
but dying was only a dream
then one day a phone call brought that dream to reality
2 shots to the chest
made me realize there is no...

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You ain’t big, and you ain’t clever 
When you rampage hell for leather
Through the woods, John Wayne you ain’t
With your gun that fires paint

Spouting stuff like ‘I’m the man’
Acting like you’re Action Man
Must have come...

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