Best Blear Poems

My poem is patterned after John Crowe Ransom's "Blue Girls." I suppose you could call it a parody. His poem appears below mine.


Styling in your...

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Watts gnu
Asked Sou

Knot much
Said Dutch

Ewe're late
Four date

Takes walk
Small talk

Tries hug
Slugs mug

Steels kiss
Near miss

Street car
Two bar

Byes bier
Ayes blear

Holds hand
Grate band

Lets dance
Know chance

Yew're drunk
Yew punk

He heaves
She leaves

Head...

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Beer Head

Can't drive my brain into gear
my thinking right now is not truly clear,
a headache may come is what I do fear
I should not of...

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A mackerel sky fillets the village
then hides it in a breezeless blear.
Heads poke out of net drapes
sniff and fish behind trawling curtains.
Shopkeepers brace for
wet dog...

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Dreams tend to lilt
Today they’re here
‘morrow they’re killed 

I’ve seen some wilt
Despite a tear
Dreams tend to lilt

If they are built
But not kept near
‘morrow they’re killed

They...

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Wish to be like the trees;
Only to feel the breeze
And to taste the dewdrops on my leaves.
Wish to see the sky over me
And to feel...

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Question persists in the back of my head,
What do I see when through windows I look?
I see the nature, its hilltops, a brook,
Glideth like snake...

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Rosy rains still keep dapping on me, rippling into me, trickling in me  
My sentiment and sentimentality set into sediment like descending haze
Settled, stagnated,...

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visions of atmosphere
scattered illuminate
faintly lid, the world is blear
the latitude of nighttime sky
flaunts itself on a silhouette pier
evening gives up to nautical dusk
sightings of air...

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Happy heathy life is wished for you this year
Helping hearts to wipe every tear
Happenstance happenings that herald cheer
Heart warming hopeful events to make covid disappear
High-spirited...

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Where The Heather Grows

How grows the heather in the moor
Does it still bloom as days of yore 
When baited breath transfixed the lore
Of pixies, love,...

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Walking on my own 
   The future unknown 
Where do I go now?
   I wish it was shown... 

Thinking figurine 
...

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Maquillage Civilization

Come ! Quick ! Quick ! 
              Cover up the tracks...

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Christmas lights on every window i walk past!
wipe a tear off my eye as the cold breeze blows me dust!
walking with no destination in this...

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The fog left from a wintery snow
Where snow flakes glimmer to the story behind Christmas
As children laugh and play
When pine trees lighten the story behind...

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