Short Silt Up Poems

we had used a kilt
pattern to design a quilt
which was soft as silt...

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we are but silt caught
held in a flow labeled time
current to future


stan sand...

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From silt of dead calendars,
I dug out carcass of my first kiss.
Lugging it, I'm on my last mile....

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silt drys layered
packed, heated, plates collide bang
flings upright pegs

molten steam singes life
bones crushed down below surface
seed never more green...

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we are but silt
in a river called time
heading toward a worm-hole
draining a past toward a future
trying to make sense of the sense of it all


stan sand...

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The moon,
a medicine bottle shaking silt and shadow,
drunk to the bottom by
shifting clouds, thirsty for the
the stilt man stalking
pitch roof Brooklyn
warm night July....

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Pastoral heart of drifting swain
Seeking fair lilly my field requite
Thick clover only passive streams drain
Silt each furrow with frilly delights
Cloak jade meadow with fecund light...

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yes Sara K

life moves on , 
and flowers wilt,
but love does burn,
right to the hilt,
in the background of thought,
amongst the silt,
the red-tips bloom again...
Don...

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Water cascades down the falls
untethered from protocols.
And gouging out river beds
deposits silt as it spreads.
The sky smiles with a rainbow
and in the mist far below,
water cascades down the falls.


(Elemental)


7/09/2021...

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Crashing waves
white capped guilt
Stone like will
crushed to silt
Parry clouds
this driving rain
Heartbreak city
shows no pity
Looks of hope
a slippery slope
Changing lanes
while dodging pain
Reality smacks in your face
desperation to keep pace....

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To lament the lion hearted
to cowering in trembled skin
befits the bottom dwelling things
the silt under wool of society's rug
While bravery is steel in stance
and oils the jaws of recovery
the bite of poison from burnt mouths
will hit the heel every time....

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2001 space odysseys
50th anniversary...
an anormal film

no hollywood fights
love triangles or monsters...
no thing as absurd

possible fiction
a reversed reality...
was worth a tear 

all the worlds a stage
and we are but some actors...
reality silt...

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just under his kilt
                 slightly hanging at a tilt
                     from the tip to hilt
           once great weapon starts to wilt
             highland dirk ~ covered in silt

By David Kavanagh 

highland dirk = Scottish stabbing weapon...

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The river kicks up its heels in swinging sway and lilt.
Winding downstream in a sinuous snaking stream bed it built
By eroding outer bends, building up its inner bends with silt
Defying the straight and easy path, which like a flippant lover it jilt...

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The lilies lilt
on single stilt

their beauty built
to never wilt

from earthen quilt
that God did sew
those lilies grow
with heads like snow

to bless each row
because they know

our hearts will slow
from first sin's woe

and garden guilt

returns to silt...

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So near and so far 
you live together 
sorting through the detritus of life.

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The erosion 
sends back the gravel, 
the sand and silt of human script.

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The violence, 
will it end someday ? Asks 
a child playing with a time bomb.


Satish Verma...

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She swims on streaming sonata of spring song, 
sailing slow sings solo in squall surge so strong,
slips on sheer slippery slope of sticky silt sheets,
on split Sitar of snapped strings she sourly sits. 

December 25, 2020
Contest : Tongue Twister Challenge
Sponsor : Joe Sandler...

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Hungered yearning for justice;
Crumbling statues with deafened ears,
Teardrops eroding mighty mountains,
As silt gathers year by year;
The crimes of gluttonous heroes  
Told in each layer of collected memory,
Let one be mixed with rust,
Of those shackles from which
We were freed....

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Serenading sea shore she strolls singing spring song 
Sauntering solo she suffers squall’s surge so strong 
Steep slippery slope’s sticky silt sucks, so she slips
Swelling surfs submerge, salty sap she sourly sips. 

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June 29, 2022
Contest : Begin With A Letter
Sponsored by: Angela Tune...

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I steal a little line
From here …or ….there
A half a quote
Still in its underwear
Then weave these words
Into a threaded quilt
Sign my name
Feel a bit of guilt
For without straw
The bricks
Are just wet silt.

So, mix your mortar thick
Feed passion’s need
To hide within its grip
Its pilfered seed....

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Sleep in your eye's
Crumbles like Pie
Upon fresh sunrise dawing
On garden awning

And it can't protect in all directions
As the Sun moves full circle
When the Dead turn Purple

And come the flower Wreaths wilt
Full tilt into ashes and silt
Waving Farewell

Is the Heart's call

To rage against Hells machinery...

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Amidst forests and rocks,the river flows like super jet
                 Livelihood for the organisms yearning for its advent
                    Adept at adapting shape,just to benefit others
                 Ungrudgingly accumulates minerals,silt and ores
                     Even after discerning our attempt to befoul it...

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The sun don't shine 
Beyond the lines 
The cloud's 
Cover 
Undiscovered 
The flowers wilt
Radiating the guilt 
The salt and silt
The hurricane built 
In an atmosphere 
Fitting for this age
Of rage
The earth is but a stage
To play tricks upon
Render the thirst of kaos
Look how the gods
Play us
When we don't obey thus...

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In river tombs, patrolled by bull shark sentries,
sifting through the heartbeat of centuries
for fossilized teeth of terrifying behemoths
who never laid eyes on the many faces of man
would have devoured him if given the chance
a mineralized tooth and homo sapien hand
meeting where oceans and rivers dance
in the silt of Pliocene dreams....

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it loves me
it loves me not
this ball of id and fiery snot

bleet bleet bleet
the runt of life 
this shallow sheep
stomping Gossomer mice.
Eating shadows keeping score
a sagging Teet 
a dripping bore.
The game is up, the pinball tilts
this tired game of slag and silt.

It loves me 
It loves me not
this ball of id and fiery snot....

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