Stain Poems

Stain, Statue and Concert

Reading a poem about a horse
with a stain
on the author’s page. Patron

ate something saucy,
as he read of a war statue,
forking or spooning

probably pasta or slurping
poetry, precariously, I ponder,
as I wait for the oven timer

to deliver dinner.  Deviled
ham quiche - the aesthetic
embodiment of

eggs & cream, cheddar,
onions & cayenne
firmly held in its shell.

I’ll eat in the

The golden stain

The golden stain of the sunshine
Made the sea water shine like gold
And gave egrets at the coastline
The golden stain.

The egrets came with their household,
To make the water like their shrine,
Their beaks and wings defied the cold.

Young egrets stayed at the shoreline~
Their playful nature they unfold,
Still gifting the twilight skyline
The golden stain.





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Dust stain

The shy sky sends rumours of a dustfall,
More murmurs of the impending clouds’ brawl.
The least swirls of dust unleashed ceased the light,
It roars for hours from town center with fright,
Staining gowns brown and making dirts dusty.
The morons, like iron, became rusty.

Tears of innocence

The war stains my eyes,
Of unheard screams.
So loud that I think,
My eardrums will bleed.

I'm centered on ground.
The dirt beneath my feet,
The crumbling society.
And the guns taking my seat.

My wife is dearly missed,
Dead or Alive.
If I see her again,
They say "I won't thrive".

A man is a man,
And a gun is a gun,
Be one, which one?
Does it

Stain

Hes only moving forward
Every moment framed like novelty
He scrubs but the memories remain
Cant wash away the lingering pain

If he's the shepherd will we rally?
Well you would choose to sleep immortal, wash the future from your brain
Watch you slink down moonlit alleys
Every atom of his body tears through choices he refrains

But hes only moving forward
Every moment

Stain Of Dreams

Keyed up on an old couch in the front yard,
lying beside you and your golden smile;
We followed the stars and gave in awhile,
rational thought irrevocably jarred;
All the party favors left now are charred;
Trying to let go that’s when you beguile,
internally I beg turn down the dial;
You are a magnet and I’m drawn too hard;

Started to

The Stain Crusaders

"The Stain Crusaders"

Plath left the pages long ago
and Bacharach’s Blue-on-Blue
is an ineffectual softer numb-shade-of-Blue
dear green green Anthropocene 

this much is true
with all the I love you’s
the wandering crusaders
are far far removed

sitting atop their soap boxes
sudsing up all the rooms 
the silent stains in the poetic  
are hard to remove

Ajax came coding unseen 
like anticeptic

Fashion's Stain

         unnoticeable

     the smallest of tiny stains
  
        eats at fashion's brain

Blank For Poetry

Blank for poetry
For the first time, I’m blank 
No poetic rhythm 
or vocabulary connoisseurship 
Just plainly and utterly blank
I’m searching and scouring
Not finding the right words
Or any words at all
I’m just...blank 
Maybe that’s what this does to you
This way of being deliberately broken
With such a piercing pain 
it echoes through the shards of sobs
As I

The Mystery Stain

What is that sticky substance
Right on my kitchen floor?
It's only in one spot,
I can't see any more.

Could it be a piece of gum?
I can't figure it out.
Maybe some milk gravy
Or a tiny splash of grout.

It's a bit embarrassing
And rarely is it seen.
Like the rest of my house,
I like to keep my kitchen clean.

I have to

The Stain of Time

only i can heal the wounds of time. 
my lungs feel heavy, full of sand
my room is too quiet
i sit at my laptop
type three words
then delete all of them
because my mind can’t understand why you’d want us to lose 
i send 13 texts 
unlucky number, i know 
but it’s the word limit for us 
i

Blood

So far, the reddest river
But does not flow forever:
A coursing through enclosures
Vessels furnishing closures…

For journeys should Heart Pump thank:
They would cease, if The Heart Sank
To be left a congealed mass
While owners eyes ‘doomed shut glass…’

Lots of information stores,
Not the same a saint’s and a whore’s;
Medics who checked the river
Could pick out one with fever…

Many things

The Blood Will Stain

Macbeth, remove this blood, I command you!
Give me the strength to see another day through 
It’s hit me what I’ve truly done 
Sanity has been lost but power has been won 
Was it worth it all? 
Or should I take the fall? 
Out of this castle, should I leap?
Or should it be considered not so

Sin's Ugly Stain

SINS UGLY STAIN
It took David quite awhile
When guilty of deep sin
To recognize his guilt
And then be cleansed within

Solomon ran amuck
For many wicked years
And did a lot of damage
Before his repenting tears

Even worse was Manassah
A really wicked king
He suffered grief affliction
Before his cleanse within

Oh, let us know, my friend,
Before we repent too late
It doesn't pay too

Stain

How beautiful it is,
To believe you loved me..
To let your eyelashes blink flecks of stardust on my skin..
Permanently staining me with your essence..
Oh, love. 
It burned at first, just a little
God..
It was worth it.

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