Best Grumbled Poems

'Twas a sound I thought alarming, most assuredly disarming;
Up I rose from peaceful slumber to discern what it might be.
While my candle flickered, wavered; whilst my heartbeat halted, quavered,
At my window I was favoured by it sounding, dreadfully-
In the darkness loudly pounding- drawing nearer, dreadfully
As...

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Where forests stretched for miles, and Spirit Lake
lay at its foot, there stood a rebel peak.
One day the earth beneath began to quake.
What havoc Mother Nature was to wreak!

The tremors kept occurring till the day
two craters which had formed began to merge,
erupting ash. Wise folks...

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Late to the party we arrived at seven
At least we showed up before eleven
Sweet Ginette, joined us both at the door
A bottle in my hand ready to pour

Off to the kitchen to see the Birthday Queen
All the happy faces a beautiful scene
Hugs for Chantale, another...

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Slowly he opened the drawer and looked inside.  Some time had passed since he last gazed upon the cloth that lay there.  Years perhaps.  Yes definitely years.  The blotched rusty brown stains, yellowing its whiteness, spoke of its age.  He...

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“You must love your neighbor as yourself.” 
Matthew wrote those words in the Bible to tell 
the world how God expects everyone to be.
No mask worn by a viper can conceal a snake 
from the eyes of God, for he sees everything.

Don't accuse me of...

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The cabin was stood there, its door was ajar
The owners were out but they couldn’t be far
She was so thirsty she needed a drink
Did she wait outside... well what do you think

She pushed on the door, ‘Is there anyone there’
I’m just a wee girl who...

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I come from Valdosta, Georgia, the lovely peach state,
Where everyone uses a southern drawl to communicate.
Valdosta is known as the “Azalea City” for its gorgeous flowers.
In the spring this splendid sight has a captivating power.

I’m afraid the azaleas are forgotten by the summer,
When it gets...

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She wore pineapple rings for glasses
and walked like jelly dances
I didn't rate her chances
She used to wee standing up
she cooked lemon a'la duck
won the lottery, grumbled what bad luck
like a surgical nip, without the tuck.
She'd blow cream cheese when she sneezed
and eat ram dressed as...

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The Cyber Nymph
Loch David Crane
August 18, 1997

Lie back--expose your belly ring		
up unto the sky. . .
I just hope when I get down close
it won't put out my eye!

That summer I was 48 
and she pert 25;
I left Prozac in the cupboard 
and Reality went Live.

I...

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The stargazers got together
and spread a blanket out on the grass
of the lush and opulent lawn
Here, they all huddled together
astronomy addicted
they gazed as comets blazed
sad to see them fall
shooting stars
caught their eyes
but on the stars in the skies
constellation sewn 
clustered or alone
The stars shone...
On these,...

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Along the pilgrimage path 
life purged and plundered   
minds wept and wondered   
weeds steadfastly grew   
knowing not what we now knew   

weary travelers groaned and grumbled   
stepping cross wayward stones, tumbled   
some had stumbled or even fell   
seeking...

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Dragon Anguish

Adam clenched his fists attempting to block his senses
from the growing growls that hammered against his rib cage.
The thousands of millenniums he had lived barricading his heart
from all worldly emotions.

Adam looked up at the daunting sky to flaunting dark clouds
creep overhead. He breathed in...

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[To the tune of Ghost Riders In The Sky (loosely)]
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Heaven’s almost everywhere but...

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https://medium.com/@christylrivers/are-you-for-real-b892f0d16d87

Everything that is real to human beings
Is not so real anymore
We invented money and gods and robots and twitter-feeds
We sit behind a blue glow
Wondering where we are.
Or are we, at all?

Were we?

We were. There. East Africa?—?maps are real?—?
Because we dragged lines in dust,
Then made them...

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The piano grumbled at his touch,
Playing fortissimo on command...
Nerves of steel snapping a string.

Ambitious to a fault, practicing the night into alarm,
Lizst spilled from the printed page
Like sour milk for a feral cat.

As he rose from the bench, music in hand,
An audible whispered relief rustled...

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