Stains Poems

Teardrops And Coffee-Stains

At 
the bottom 
of every corner store 
and coffee shop mug, 

there is a collection of 
teardrops and coffee-stains.

Waiting 
to be gathered 
so they can write 
their stories in indelible 
ink.

Saxophone Smoothie

Searching for that superfine llove
see thats the way it's gotta be
me for you
you for me

what creates night
nights full of roamnce
lovers all around us
a place for us to dance
what suited best
and dressed for impression
ah night for lovers
anwsered and questioned
Cupid put the bow to the chello
stummed ah tune for you and me
sweet kisses
me yourr fellow
I'm in love
say

I gaze upon the spectrum of the past in rainbows and oil stains

I gaze upon the spectrum of the past in rainbows and oil stains,
The lights dissolve into a sea of colors, of green, blue, and red,
And I fade with them, like a dream slipping away at dawn,
I sigh my words onto the window, a silent poem meeting your gaze.
On nights like this, even breathing becomes a

Stains of shame

"I entered the bus, full and crowded,
Wearing a white kurta, pure and unblemished.
But when I got off, it was stained red,
Without consent, my dignity was shed.

I walked to the store, trying to escape,
But the red spread, a constant ache.
Inside the store, it grew even more,
A reminder of the pain I couldn't ignore.

I took an auto,

stains

What buoys the Harris campaign?
Trump’s stench with an orange pee stain
While Walz is revered
J.D. seems too weird
And Kennedy has a wormed brain

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO STAINS OUR VAIN PRIDE

August 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 23-27

Key Verse – Isaiah 23:9 The LORD of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO STAINS OUR VAIN PRIDE	

Praise be to God for staining our vain

Blood Stains

The blood of a patriot spreads

Like the waves on an endless sea

Though many a patriot dreads

This is where they were meant to be 

There's blood on both banner and sword 

And blood on the field of battle

There's blood on both ocean and fiord

Where men are slaughtered like cattle 

All day and all through the night

Stains of Silence

Drizzling webs, wanderer’s shelter
Asylum to the nocturnal,
Warring, nomadic spirits, rambling
On gossamer threads, strands so silken
Trembling with soundless lessons….

Sprinkling buds, costly shadows
Silhouettes of bruised flowers, eclipsed,
By the plethora of rain, flowing,
Gentle like the voice of mourning sun,
Pledging to erase the silence of stardust moon…

Showering oaks, walnuts and pine trees
In affectionate kisses, wet like a river,
Risking each

Stains of Imperfection: Flower and Man

This was not written for or entered in a contest, but I was inspired.
~~~ "We are all petals of imperfection sharing the same sun" 
                              

stains

There’s so many stains on my floor 
From your cat’s 
To the bleach 
That spilled on the floor
I wonder if the 
Scent of my room
Had changed
From the very presence 
Of you
& not in a good 
Way either
Might as well 
Dismiss the 
Rest of the
Trauma because 
Living with you
Felt like my all time 
Low. I feel

STAINS OF DEMOCRACY

Ah, Democracy, that grand charade
Where every voice is equal made.
But think, what chaos this has bred
With common folk so widely led!

A vote for every man and Bio?
Come now, let's be serious, still.
Why trust the masses with the fate
Of nations large and issues great?

Behold the wisdom of the few
The enlightened ones who truly knew
The paths to

Ink Stains Cadence of Words

Ink stains and fragmented thoughts 
fuse upon lined pages,
 a dance of fleeting emotions 
and raw revelations. 

A symphony of words whispered to the wind, 
painting vivid images of love, pain, and resilience.
 Poetry, the heartbeat of our souls, 
encapsulating the essence of humanity 
in every stanza, 
a timeless echo of our deepest truths. 

For

On The Wrong Side Of History

You may be very wealthy and powerful,
Yet you're doomed to fail like a fool,
If you are on the wrong side of history,
Where a deep sludgy hole is your final destiny.

Hitler at one point found himself on the slippery slope
Where he crashed and his neck ended in a rope.
He eventually vanished, disappeared and gone
Like a flash

Painting On the Wall

I sit here, perched on the wall
Frozen forever 
Face in my hands
Black waves tumbling past my shoulders
Smiling, pearly white teeth glistening
My brown eyes admire you from my spot, here on the wall
They admire your features, your furrowed brow, your sharp features
But you pay me no notice
You used to
Now the only attention I get is from

Soul Stains

each touch friction
as two objects rub
with ego assigning meaning
refracting light pristine white

unvoiced emotes
ink the vast void
which acknowledges our gifts
manifesting sunshine and rain

02-December-2022

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