Best Fuzzed Poems

Air smelling lavender lily, in splash of wild flowers.
Bowers of rustic rosebuds, first love fragrance hours.
Cloudless skies exalt blue, fuzzed in luscious green.
Daffodils of yellow...

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The sirens and mermaids
called up from the deep,
untangled mesh nets
blithely held out by sleep.
There the first to emerge
were the sighs and the nods,
they sank then...

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How do I talk about a man who stood 5'9" tall, an average height, but attributes 
made him stood 9' tall. His face was plagued...

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7/9/17

Getting stuck sucks
Call it tough luck
You must be nuts
I don't know you enough
So why would I just
Put very much trust
In someone that already bluffed
Over petty...

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spring melts into summer’s light
proving wrong that still despair,
chilled in winter’s heart,
has corroded to the marrow

for even poppies bloom
in broken fields and shell holes
bones blanketed...

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Sally Garrel is beautiful.
At least, that’s what she should be.
From her family’s looks she remains,
Perhaps most likely-
Fair white skin
Flowing blond hair
Flashing green eyes
Pouty lips moistly...

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Flesh is a better word than bone
dried far better than fried
listless better than witless
Verklempt ever so superior to weeping

or am I wrong?

bone is white, lonely,...

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A moment lost I cry for now.  Memories
fuzzed by the event that stole from me.  I
long for that moment back to piece together...

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thank you Walt Whitman

oh you foolish ones 
bordering on change of life
standing still for a moment
before full manhood embraces

how brave and daring
strident, filled with never...

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How much more comfort than being well buzzed;
clarity and purity still intact!
You offer hope freely, fixing the fuzzed -
gift beyond gleaming gold bullion stacked.

I could...

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I always knew the cider mill was across the road,
Down a little ways from Grandma's house.
This day, it must have been October;
The afternoon sun was...

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O'er valley and dale
  flashed lightning and hail
Brass buttons, glimpses of steel
 
Soon bullets whizzed by
  cringing lads' shell-shocked eyes
Severed heads seen to...

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You came to me, what a freight
On that lonesome winter night.
Frosted tips and glistening everything white,
I will never forgive you, for taking away my landscape...

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another cluster of black berries 
was fuzzed by a fleet of mad cherries
the thin blue line was herding
as the cities were burning
come morning old glory...

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the blood scratched upon the fire lit cave
Before
the first inks stained the taut stretched carcass
Before
masters of words and colour
changed the blank screaming page
Before
the shadows burned...

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