Best Dumbly Poems

Oh, this impish ill!
this mystic flock of ever-roaming pain;
You now possess fully
my body and my life.
I am at your full attention and mercy;
Do you not rejoice?
Are you not overwhelmingly triumphant?
This very body that shamed kings into beggars,
that made cowards into martyrs,
songs to motivation,
and indisputable chaos...

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"Oh, dear! There's a lion in my tumbly,"
Winnie the Pooh, said, "I'm feeling numbly"
I'll climb up the tree and get some honey.
Nothing'   like sweet honey on a sonny
Day near the honeybees playing dumbly.


2/16/2022...

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Hand reached through
  to pull you through
Ill always do that for you
  I held you closely, caring closely
you drench my shirt in tears
But after all the years
I've lifted, held you up
said words to build you up
You stand firmly now
tred your own ground
walk side...

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With women the heart argues, not the mind.
MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope

1. The stand of old growth Melalucas,  graces the lowlands of our farm.
For over fifty years,  accumulations of leaves have formed small soft islands.

“With selective clearing,” my husband says, "larger areas of grassland will...

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Put on a happy face
when I release taut fingers 
from your pallid cheeks.
Promises and empty lies 
are sported clichés
that spoil a silenced vocabulary.
A quieted understanding we've
vocally committed to;
barks a matted-jackal’s constitution -
perceiving morose consequences
of blind subservience.
Put on a happy face
and fetch me dinner.

Ever flickering nuances,
once...

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In the silence lies a mortal wound
a voiceless arrow has struck
dumbly it thunders 
identifying 
final innocence crushed

Exquisite is the torture of a silent stare
holding every vanquished embittered care

Somewhere beyond an emotional peek
where tears find a language to speak

The silence of utter failure
the throws between a...

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On July first
There was a lockout
Players couldn't play
It almost knocked me out
Games got canceled so I couldn't see
The New York Knicks play on TV 
But how did it happen? 
Do you really know?
I will tell you everything
That you want to know
First it started with people...

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Corpulent cottagers clapping like clowns
a fat Friday festival, gobblers and gowns.
Merry mad munchers of muffins and mirth
do-si-do dumbly, eaters of earth.
Champagne sugar shoved in a shoe
If love lasts not long, love handles will do....

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The poet to his garden went
To ease a potent, lingering grief;
He thought his sadness might be spent
If he could eulogize a leaf.

The sunshine was as fresh as mint.
The crystal dew, the virgin morn
And some lone songbird dumbly lent
Their succor as relief of scorn.

And so he...

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"You in the military?"

I was confused at first and didn't know why the man would ask me such a question. But then I remembered my recent haircut.

"No... is it because I shaved my head, that you think that?"

He laughed, in confirmation. At the time he...

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On the plane I meditated or at least I tried to.  Most of the time I get a seat to myself.  These days it’s just a ****ing Greyhound in the sky.  I am not the most handsome man and the tattoos don’t...

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Why was I given these eyes that hide 
Behind this clumsy heart-
Hands and knees forever searching 
For an honest soul?
It feels as though we're wringing water
From a dusty rag.
It feels as though we're submerged in longing 
Ever drowning in our thirst.

Why was I given these...

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Some metallic beating of a Drum like heavy rainfall resonated through the night 
as the wind swept through the trees and across the somber ponds of The West. 
    Some nights: these nights—fireflies are the sparkling blue-green dots scattered across an aloof...

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To the end, the Home will uproot itself in nomadic urge -
The Flesh will ache to lift as paper from its delicate strands 
 with their reddy pulse, to float off as the slip of a dove
and bask with the world in a kitey splendor
...

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drowning...

Screaming silently for that one breath

of life...

that whirling maelstrom of beaten-down loss upon wrap-around defeat

of life...

that mercilessly shovels heaps of leaden rubble as you try to get back on your feet

drowning...

mute and dumbly flailing in the raging torrent

of being...

but a mere speck of dirt on...

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