Short Blotted Poems

will not be blotted from the Book of Life

Rev 3:5...

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Sinner in disguise 
The ripe apple of my eye
Blotted with wormholes...

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when cat comes over
both mouse and rat blotted out
people are happy...

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When he comes to me
The whole world is blotted out
Big bang revisited....

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Blotted 
Seasonal leaves
Vicissitudes of hues
A kaleidoscope canopy
Beauty...

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Tears
welling,
on the brink,
heart ready to
break-
My dear John....
sentences
of blood blotted
ink....

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Watching the summers final shoot
Seaside vewing my scenes blotted
Lines taking an exhausted breath...
Thinking in a sigh tis vacation time
Eight months and rewrites; telefax
Over budget; signing notes a photo....

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Inkwells,
vein of the Quills,
scribing upon parchments,
heavy laden with dark secrets,
blotted


Date: 23/04/23
Traditional Cinquain poetry contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet...

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have mercy on me 
for my sins flow like a stream
cleanse me with your blood.

my heart remorseful
wicked acts perpetuated 
to redress bad deeds.

on my knees I cry!
for heavens to bless my soul
my sins blotted out.


DATE:8-18-2016...

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Keep Searching

                                     surrounded by ash
                                sun is blotted out no light
                                 split up north south west


					                                SunshineWilliams...

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kick me out i'm a
stray- can't last more
than a day- no
wonder- mother
may i- whispers echoed
-can't keep track-
who is who- stepping
back- all progress 
decimated- blotted blurred
-you're all so aggravated-
can't see in the dark
without my spotlight...

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Repugnant Pugilist,

A Lummox dim with a rubble fist. 

Rock to Roc’s Feather.

A Stalwart Rook to blotted weather. 

An over armored Savant slain by adhoc ether. 

Hands empty without effort. 

That sweet and Sable Rune.

Opening the Gates of Nether. 
...

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Thoughts are ages-old
Well before separation, sorrow
Discordant, lavishly pompous
They blotted my past self out
sarcasm directed at man, I will be not
Timeouts Ignore
Promptly, it has re-emerged as a threat

Written: November 10, 2022...

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I blot.
My fluid paints your shadow.
My trace marks your story.
My color beautifies your page.
My life shares your poetry.
I want you to love me.
I need you to care me.
I like you to keep me.
I have to remind you.
I am not just a blotted ink.


PCKK. 070816. 7:44PM....

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an old saying is one
 unleashed from the sum
 in riding its turn
 to taste the scallop in
 it move like fire
 to quench are desire
 a friend to behold
 parting way to flames the sudden sold
 come as a fashionable dent
 to weak to pay my rent

 We spent hours marked on a blotted page intact...

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Raw words,
etched deep to the page,
I make my mark deeply, 
dragged from my gut,
to the surface,
but you notice not
the torn page,
the blotted ink,
turning a blind eye,
to my angst.
Playing ignorant
to my pain.
Ignoring my outstretched hand.
If I were drowning,
would you reach for my hand?
Well, let me tell you now,
I'm drowning....

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Bow my head, with pen to book.
Pretend not to see stolen looks.
Writing of dreams I wish I'd had,
Of naughty times when we were bad.
I think of you, I think of them.
But always, I think of you again.
Endless songs, upon blotted ink.
Scrunched up paper, I tried to think.
Love letters sent and love letters not.
Waiting for you to love me, 
but I guess you forgot....

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Summertime it's a long time away
So bad the trees in the winter no leaves
Do sway the bark is bearing limbs 
Oh! are so bad is a cold viral winds 
Stirring everywhere no sign of green grass 
Gray, black and brown tree bark blotted and so dismal
And it seems all is alive in the Winter breeze


1/29/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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Erupting black fire
Coarse through my desire
Blotted caosim futile myre
Not far off from thee dyre

Dyre reckoning of us all
No more can i fall
Hit rock bottom lull
Lull of a reciprical

Lost in the decete
More then i secrete
Before i can leap
Feeling every heart beat

Fall again evermore
When do i hit the floor
How can there be more
In thee myre from wence before...

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"Even him did outlandish women cause to sin." Nehemiah 13.26b

Even Solomon. 

A fame torn apart 
a name blotted 
honor dissipates by mere act
the villain, women,
The Victim Solomon,
The acts, Lust.
bevies of licentious libidinous passerby 
in ambuscade hunting destiny 

Even Solomon, 
Reputation buried in-between thighs
A king captured 
Indelible stigma
women got him....

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Where is the dream?!!
Where has it gone?
Have we lost sight of it, in the confusion we see it, I see.
Has the dirt that has been thrown at us hide its light.
Where is the dream?!
Has it truly been blotted out never to be seen again? 
Do we truly live in such a sad world. Where is the dream?
 Can you help me find it. 
I am so lost. My directions are now skewed where is the dream....

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There he stood
In the doorway 
Barely even a shadow
Darker than the darkness

There he was
Clear in his intentions
Blotted out 
Smudged with his sin

There he moved 
Over to the girl
Helpless

He had finished 
She had changed 
He had left 
She had stayed 

As time had frozen 
And space was altered 
Her metamorphosis
Was death to herself

He had taken 
Her cocoon 
But she was not 
A butterfly...

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O
Dearest Blue Eyes,
I wish
I could have taken your cup
Drank your sorrows
you would never
have tasted sadness.
O
Dearest Blue Eyes,
I Wish
My heart 
Felt the bullet
And not yours.
O
Dearest Blue Eyes,
I wish
I could have given you 
freedom
A world 
Without pain.
O
Dearest Blue Eyes,
I wish
I could have
Blotted out your bitterness
Given you a smile.
O
Dearest Blue Eyes,
It is far too late 
For wishful thinking....

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Spill some wine on this white cloth
So impeccable, too perfect
A painter's canvas, begging

Drippings of red, crimson stains
Vintage patterns seeping
Rose petal brushstrokes beckon

Fingers dip into warm, slippery
Strokes on virgin dust
Drawings, slowly becoming 

Outlines of a past conceived
Figurines learning the creative curve of
Life’s mysteries blotted in endless possibilities

***

May 15, 2017
Copyright © Darren White and Chris Green...

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He loved,but could not say
such words,he could not find;
He loved,but could not touch
such warmth,was just too much;
He was proud,but could not praise
such sounds he could not raise;
He supported,but not with words
such feelings,witheld unheard;
Sentiment,tight reined within
banished,unvoiced by him,
embittered by his own hurt,
a scarred child 'neath his hairshirt.

In the past,his crippled emotions lay
imprisoned,unsaid,'til his dying day.


Emotion=Inhibition...

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