Spilled Poems

The blood they spilled that couldn't be removed

He was strong in life
But even stronger in death
He refused to be forgotten
So he stained the pavement in his blood
A haunting reminder of what was done
His blood spoke more than words could
It's echo mourned his childhood

To his friends and family he was the embodiment of love
To the system they called him a thug
How can that

Spilled Wine

Laughter and love
Light hearted yet serious
A touch and a smile 
Oops a little wine spilled

A rush and an experience
Here, take a bite
The music all around us
And yet we're alone

Laughter and love
Lighthearted yet serious
We walk hand in hand
A story untold

I'll love you forever
And ever and ever
Time stands still for us and
Oops a little wine spilled

The tea has already spilled

You said 
You understood
Why I wanted to end it
And I said I was glad

But suddenly I'm not
I guess 
I hoped that
you'd fight for us 
a little more
Though I have no right
 to ask that
Seeing as I made 
the decision

I regret it
Like you regret 
drinking tea too quickly
On a snowy day
Burning 
the roof of your mouth
When

Breathe spilled like bone

Ariana shrugged facing Josh’s mocking clap
the stringy harmonica rang acrobatically on the streetlights. 
He handed her a firebomb, 
eyes sharp as vinegar. 
They ran across the hot asphalt, 
watching the brass kite rise. 
Both caught in the whirlpool of the maze,
 they guided the trumpet, 
mandolin filling the air, sinking into the smokehouse.

Her jacket flared,

Breathe Spilled Like Bone

Ariana shrugged facing Josh’s mocking clap
the stringy harmonica rang acrobatically on the streetlights. 
He handed her a firebomb, 
eyes sharp as vinegar. 
They ran across the hot asphalt, 
watching the brass kite rise. 
Both caught in the whirlpool of the maze,
 they guided the trumpet, 
mandolin filling the air, sinking into the smokehouse.

Her jacket flared,

As The Candle Light Burns

As The Candle Light Burns


Entwined together amid the sounds of the night
As the candle burns, making silhouettes in fire's light
Eye to eye, roaming fingers, and your sweetest kiss
No night could ever be any better than this

Lovers lost to the wonders of our poetic dream
Sharing wine with juicy berries and whipped cream
Two potent souls expressing their

Spilled Art

No, you cannot turn back time,
although you may want to;
When a poet writes a new rhyme 
words capture just how those days flew;

Maybe that’s the magic of love;
An assortment of building blocks, 
there is nothing to dispose of;
The past plays through an old jukebox;

Revisiting moments dug up
fitting your life in a puzzle;
Spilled art from a

Spilled Ink

When inspiration obstinately runs low,
And ink stains drench an old copy.
Yet verses silently deny to flow,
While thoughts are damn sloppy.

And ink stains drench an old copy;
As she aspires to get rid of her blues.
While thoughts are damn sloppy,
Seeking desperately for a muse.

As she aspires to get rid of her blues,
Her eyes slowly alighted on ethereal

Farmer Fred and the Lesson of Spilled Milk

It was late afternoon on the 27th of June.
I was sitting on my porch, just whistling a tune.
Having just returned from a European tour;
My bride being tired sat in her chair and snored.
I was feeling just a wee bit bored,
So headed to Fred’s for evening chores.
Now we had just finished milking
And I was considering exiting.
When

Night Has Spilled It's Chalice

Night has spilled  it's crimson chalice
across the horizon
Feathered color spreads along the bottom 
of the bone white clouds
  the center ball slips too soon below
and from the spilt chalice flows
 navy darkness....and ever deepening ink
creeping and seeping
 chasing the color down
 lowing it all away

Then from the highest heights piercing
   

Spilled Cream

As the sun rises the horizon's soft serrated edges spill vanilla cream;

a shrouded girl feels crystal flakes on her face as she walks separate from the group of students within the milled land 

asleep still within a dream.
A tiny abandoned bird's nest is revealed amongst a tree's 

branches, with berries that cling...the billowy clouds above

Cat Has Spilled Her Water Bowl Woes

Owner gone, water bowl has spilled, and my anger is about to burst.
I won't die, I thought to myself in the morning, not concerned at first.
I accidentally slipped in that water, and my fur is thick and feels icky.
I am wet and mad and mean and disappointed and feeling sticky.

But licking water off my pretty

Spilled

Spilled.
.
Spilled an ocean of hurt and anguish
Over my lost formative years
When my lonely betrayed heart 
So full of pain couldn’t take no more pain
And burst into acid burning tears
.
The frightened unloved inner child
That never saw the sun
And never learned to smile
And who crawled on broken glass
My hands tied
My feet chained and bound
With an iron clasp
.
So

Craziest Time At the Time of Spilled Soup

Craziest Time at the Time of Spilled Soup

I spilled a bowl of vegetable soup – 
 Slipped on the shiny waxed floor;
The scene I saw made my muse utter expletives – 
 Fainting in horror at the kitchen door.

Choruses of carrots crushed on the curtains
 		Prose of Potatoes pelted the windowpanes
							Lyrics of limas littered the

Spilled Ink

A true writer when consigned to their virus induced self-isolation

Might want to consider turning over in bed for hot contemplation

Passion cannot be subdued by staying at home for an interim stay

But once you have bedsores you can’t even shop for emollient spray


If you are lucky to share undercover mission with a like-minded soul

Change perspective paradigm

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