Long Splutters Poems

Ah...Satisfactorily Succumbing Into Salubrious Sleep

Aye sandman, I surrender to yar supreme governance
surreal spectacular soiree gifts subconscious sphere
soothing (analogous to natural palliative), ah...REM
member nought, asper exquisite entertaining cerebral
kaleidoscope replete with nonpareil visual trappings

aesthetically tantalizing unforgettable..., but...

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pandemoniac incredulity sweeps the fat globe

illusion in disguise and sweet dreams of equality 

the grim reaper measures invincible destruction

finally attempts to be fair at least once in a life time

‘fear not for I am a...

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please lemme know and honestly profess
if profusion of words create a lingual Loch Ness
(when hens canst come home to roost
   especially, encountering 
   the following conglomeration
   in matthew scott...

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It’s you I call to in my dreams,
To pull me out from the fear I’ve seen.
The ones that hold me in captured fright,
When slow motion kicks in,
And my screams are no more than wheezing murmurs,
When...

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They channelized the news
the quick zapped flash of fact undeniably
taking the opportunity by storm
by the contortions of varsity
they proclaimed so devoutly
the new acceptable norm
of an already butchered normality

And who with applause
with the legalized blurb
of an...

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Behind my wheel of life is a will to drive on but
When my wheel is faulty and rusty
When the spokes are reluctant to roll
When my wheel loses its drive
And the heat gets to the skin
When...

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How will I be in 10 years,
the fir tree asks the maple,
the calf asks the cow,
the baby splutters out


I need to know before they publish
the writs. I need to know 
before my head is presented
on...

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I wake up at five each morning, I hear cock a doodle doo
my stomach’s gurgling but I won’t eat until I'm through;
as the horses need feeding on hay and crunchy  carrot,
and I must give...

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I look into the mirror and falter,
Staring back at me is a stranger
Wallowing in pity and self rebuke.
Another victim pierced by love's hook.
Being stripped bare and exposed
Like a waste paper to be disposed.

I try to...

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Cast off the mooring ropes at bow and stern
Head out into the early morning mist
Hoist the big mainsail, free the jib, and turn
Feeling the filling canvas make her list

The venerable diesel chugs and splutters
Its smoky...

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I see in your glaring eyes, you’ve an inferno of anger within, 
the tongue splutters words of vitriolic mind like acid rain.
From wild fire the sane senses turning to ember ashes rise,
you’ve an inferno of...

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Door o’ green

The door of green it stands ajar,
I enter here in a dream, so far,
A rough hewn table, here it sits,
Big yellow candle splutters its,
An ancient room, of meditation  …..

As I look about...

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I should sit and listen to 
the people who've been there 
and passed back through
living on to tell the tale of life 
and death.

But there never seems 
the time to take a moment,
and call it...

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so this poem is based solely on the title and its interpretations

so the obvious one is racism
do the blind only see the sound

if you take it like colour
as in shades of pink
is shade just a...

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Purkle fog
The purple fog descends anew,
Behind the battered green door too,
Purple flashes cross the room ,
A yellow candle burns in the gloom,
On a rough hewn table true,

Behind the battered door of green,
Where meet the misty...

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The candle light flickers for no reason
even when shielded from stray puffs of wind.
It is an internal thing, rhythm within its being,
a vibrato in its song of pixels waved.
A reminder that making light is tough
squeezing...

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The road in front of us falls away,
The radio static becomes a wall we nod our heads to,
And the car splutters along like cheap fireworks
Again your eyes slide off the dash onto my hands
Which are...

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November is a thin needle under the shortest rib,
often it slips past your moat, your portcullis,
your castle walls unnoticed.
The fire in your kitchen splutters
and the wood is too wet to rekindle it.
Only then do you...

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How deep the colour when painted with love?
That changes as beats of ache do paint it so,
Rain bowed by emotions so strange in depth,
Drowning in swirls that change in never ending hues,

Light to dark, as...

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She turns up the blue flames,
lowers the chops.
Dripping crackles, iron is fat licked -
grease on her fingers.

The meat finds its voice,
splutters of buttery smaze.
The pork is in bloom.
The animal inside the flesh 
disappearing.
The meat opening...

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Neon lights shape gargoyle faces
Are the streets (alive) or are they restless?
Unease and motive make their play,
Hidden minds promote!
Outlines are strange, 
While blame is cultured, a virtue less pearl
The espoused truth of a dumbed down...

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