Short Blot Out Poems
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Blot out my Transgressions and Iniquities a
Song of David Prophet Nathan appeals to King David~
From Anthology "SENT UP"
autumn's magic brush
repaints weathered summer trees
gold-red-orange leaves
autumn artistry
Monet landscapes every day
blot out winter gray
September 20, 2016
As the ocean's anchors - hold the relics old
time engulfs life's sphere - to seize
generation's gold
murkiness of sea - may well
mark the moments slight
oh, but nothing can blot out
the brilliance of the light
I put the blinds down
To blot out the sound
Of the noise of world
And the times that meld
Into the way of it without a fall
Then I don’t need to make a call
Just hide away
It will be fine to stay.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I walk fast
but I act slow
Just as my emotions come over me;
Thick waves that take their time
To blot out my sunlight.
Out in my endless oceans
I’m dredging up ‘happiness’
But the word is blurry
Underwater—
Its meaning fades beneath layers of algae
Source undistinguishable.
A melancholy sky spreads feathery clouds
bound together like a down duvet
sending tiny frozen flakes
drifting to the ground
as puffs of
snow
that flutter
and blot out the sun
behind a curtain of white
suspended from the heavens above
a melancholy sky spreads feathery clouds.
A Christmas carol so joyful and sweet,
heavenly voices such a festive treat.
The birth of a very special baby boy
named Emmanuel. The light of the
world, the word made flesh. True love
upon the earth.
A heavenly message our saviour is here,
who shall lead us back to our Father.
Forgiveness is here blot out our trespasses.
Form:
I could run from you, you know
Try to stop me with a single blow
A mighty gust is your admonition
Husky whispers of opposition
My blood slows under your icy eyes
A frigid man whom I despise
You’ll strip the colour from my skin
Trick my nerves to burn within
Your face is calm for all is planned
As you blot out life
with the weight
of your snow white hand.
Sprung buds strung along branches burst into bloom
Unsung, a tad early, unheralded sly petals plume
A spurt and squirt of color to break winter's gloom and doom
Like the dabs of paint squeezed from tubes on brushes abloom
To paint a mantle cloak, donned each Spring, as a many-colored costume
To blot out Winter's chills, before coat is shed in Summer's cauldron spume
There once was a fellow named Musk.
Who bought a blue bird out of love,
He fed it the first amendment.
The greenies condemned him to death.
Turning blue when they swallowed his tusk-
They flashed the dog-eared race card
To blot out the man of the stars.
For they fancy only obedient sheep
sheered sheep to pad the globalist dream
They'll drive Musk into the mountains of mars-
Some day soon
Wall Street giants
will walk on their hands
never sit or sleep.
They will eat
with their feet
as nostrils drip
and neckties droop.
With toilets extinct
they will launch
missiles that blot out
the sun and moon
while in the dark
the constant dinosaur
of greed will roam
the avenue and eat
the little people
one chomp at a time.
Donal Mahoney
What would you pay
to erase a memory
What would you buy
to blot out the stain
What would you give
to not be forsaken
What would you take
to lessen the pain
What would you know
if the words came unstrung
What would you hear
if the silence prolonged
What would it be
if time was delinquent
What would it mean
— if the meaning was gone
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
Hot is the match that gives the light,
Caught to detach that black and white,
Bought in the thatch that's out of sight,
Brought to attach it in midnight,
Sought how to catch it without fright,
Plot is to latch it in moonlight,
Spot it and snatch it for a flight,
Blot out the batch that shines not bright.
06.27.2020
Triple Rhyme - 8 lines, 8 syllables per line
Sponsor: Beth Evans
The winds of today affect all tomorrows
As the sands on the shore are changed today
Throw to the winds any and all sorrows
Knowing your change will prompt the new way
Giving you hope, your reason to stay
Allowing new light to blot out the darkness
Exposing the truths you’ve been waiting to see
What used to be dull is now seen with sharpness
For the light there to guide, offers clarity
Giving you now, your reason to be
I light candles on your grave and try to recall your face.
And only my black and white recollections appear -
The old pictures from our family album. They found place
In my mind, and now I’m pondering, and my thoughts are clear.
I blot out the memory of all the bygone dark days.
They went out like the light of the candles on your grave.
I’m not certain if you believed in God, but I pray for His grace.
I hope He let you rest in peace, absolved your sins, and forgave...
Listen to poem:
on that bitter, wet, dark winter’s day
the storm that hit seemed slow to pass
it turned the whites of waves to grey
then threw life's teardrops at the glass.
and from that cafe’s window seat
she watched the mist blot out the sands
and sensed the cold but felt the heat
with coffee clasped between both hands.
although the waves at staggered times
broke wilder than she'd known before
seen through the window’s drizzled lines
- stayed silent as they reached the shore.