Spackle Poems - Poems about Spackle

...My dad built a house on a hill. How exciting to climb to the tippy-top then look down upon the roof, and dog home, the bean garden, and to sled the slope in Winter white. eyes delirious dazzled, ......

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...COMPARTMENTALIZATION Friends, absolutely believe why not in the “Loony Bin? Compartmentalized my stresses, so messes … not get in! Compartments help me remember, one illness at a time. M......

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...He often thought to himself that he has been too quickly assembled that he should have taken more time for the busy hands of his constructing mind to fill-in the flaws, smooth-out the cracks, pr......

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...He dreams of thin chickens pecking at a dirt floor. A big brown teapot is stuffed with scraps of poetry; words waiting to be led out like bawling cattle into the haze and dust. As he does every......

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...March wades in ankle deep in the melt. The edges of iron nights rust turn into pyrite dawns. Pewter rivers shimmer into silver fish-tailed coats as the sunlight rolls down main street windo......

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...The Most Precious Of all. . With every single gifted heartbeat And every single taken breath I worship your very being and presence With joyous smiling heart Until I succumb to death . Thy co......

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...Howling and hooting sets the tone for tonight Alabaster skin shows a child is full of fright Lover’s lane is as creepy as artery’s spackle. Laughter distorted as a witch’s cackle. Omnivorous owls......

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...He built motels across America loving the land so much he could sleep anywhere on her in her cheaply, predictably. Anywhere was home to him. Home was not special but same. Same bars of s......

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...Its not hardship Its surviving Its not a journey Its the way Its not a tear Its a spackle in the eye Its not a yawn Its waking up Its not a sorrow Its a pain Its not birth Its producti......

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...Messianic Zeal Of This Good Humored Punster... Without making a twit tarring buffoon, sans unshackle irrepressible bone a fide funny reaction, or appearing the foolish spectacle of myself, ......

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...Third Floor Reality distraction staples in the wall of my loneliness plastered over to gain permanency but as a lightweight spackle, haphazardly poised on the rusty putty knife, is used to s......

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...A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING I am taking pictures off the wall Then taking them to the flame I am burning each, every and all Food for a fire fueled by blame Snapshots that still have the sweet arom......

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...AN UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING I am taking pictures off the wall Then taking them to the flame I am burning each, every and all Food for a fire fueled by blame Snapshots that still have the sweet aro......

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...A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING I am taking pictures off the wall Then taking them to the flame I am burning each, every and all Food for a fire fueled by blame Snapshots that still have the sweet arom......

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...A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING I am taking pictures off the wall Then taking them to the flame I am burning each, every and all Food for a fire fueled by blame Snapshots that still have the sweet arom......

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