Short Daubed Poems

Daubed and menacing
In "Technically"-Colour;
Words, regret-gargled....

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eye
   wide
       shut
feel 
     remmber
mold
make
   manifest
in touch
with
  linear
      continuty
juxtaposed
  wrinkles
smeared
  daubed
    rubbed down
accidents
 to. 
  engender
the new...

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Listen to poem:

November's breath is chill
Beneath daubed clouds of grey 
While distant echoes shrill 
Departed souls do stray
Amongst innocent bystanders
Lady death meanders



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on September 27, 2019 for contest MAKE IT SIX (photo #2) sponsored by JOSEPH MAY...

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Once lit by flickering torch light 
with animal tallow mixed with ocher
daubed on subterranean rock walls
now lit by streetlights or LED headlamp
slashes of spray paint and magic markers 
splattered on concrete bridge abutments,
boxcars, or walls of tenement ghettos,
but the message is the same
we were here....

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Melanie cried for hours the day 
a drunk driver ran over her dog
a week after she had an abortion.
She loved that dog so much 
she told her mother she knew 
Ollie was now in heaven barking 
as the angels blew their horns.
Her mother softly daubed her tears.
Nothing worse than losing a dog.


Donal Mahoney...

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Listen to poem:

After the rain,
came the smell 
of rain
as the earth
vaporized its
pleasure at
its renewed
fecundity
felt deep within.

The musty scent
of dampness
loaded with aromas
and fragrances,
wafted up from
damp organic stuff.

Wetted by drips
and drops, and
scattered splatter spots
daubed on the
parchment of 
dryness, the smell
of rain arose,
in a spiral,
curling upward....

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DAUBLIN THE PAINTER

                          Daublin the painter was a professional fainter
                     Got a contract from the Queen of Poro to paint her
                                   He daubed her face with green
                                  And preened her dog-ears clean 
                  And swooned over her bosom- what a skillful fainter!  







(c) Copyright: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
13th October,2014...

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Swallows framed on an evening sky
Thatch roofs singing a lullaby
Children's eyes set catch the stars
Old folk tales for tomorrow's scars
It was all there then
And perhaps is happening there again
The village around the log fire seated
Children in old ring games repeated
Since the first wattle hut
With lime-daubed stone gut
This is my Knoxwood, my memory
The page printed with the tapestry
Twittering like swallows in the air
Lamenting my exile and my despair....

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Love is a painting, daubed,
perchance on someone’s heart
A folly when it flutters,
a mystery dank and dark.

Romance is mostly happenstance
whispers wafting in the night,
What if’s - floating yesterdays 
never quite in sight.

Love paints a heart with madness,
bright colors lined in black
But always adds a tree -lined road,
forever winding back.

COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(23) any theme any form
Contest Judged:  10/9/2020 10:07:00 PM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Honorable Mention...

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