Best Jumble Poems
Mumble Jumble
Write poem I Will
Excite word and Thrill
Concern a Doubt
Learn must verse bout
Dig this brain Spike
Big this challenge Like
Work hard to Think
Lurk me to Ink
Feel the words Drive
Deal staying Alive
Wear that top Hat
Care that top Cat
Eager writes Read
Meager to Concede
Worried for Outcome
Hurried I did Some
Need me not Fret
Greed not this Bet
Between friend a Test
Preen then we Rest
Sometimes we wonder how he could have killed himself
Other times we understand and admire his courage
Feelings not worn on our faces, mind and heart a shelf
Listen to the words of unsaid message
To die is gain the dreaded menace, mortality and yet welcomed
The world is in turmoil, humanity is a contradiction
When will the penetration of light help efficient diction
Away! away! come! come!
Voices echo in our heads
Sleepless nights turning in our beds
We understand today, tomorrow is a mess of rubbish
The application of oxymoron, bitter sweet
Now only this makes sense to me, does it to you?
Let us still carry our light with life on our backs
Both my only reason for living. Let the light shine
I try to read my manual but it's comprehended
and misunderstood
Where is the light? where is the darkness?
Reward for diligently seeking is it this unknowing
Filled with spacious confused wisdom
Carry on! end! continue! finish!
I look to you in this Jumble God
Only your light can guide out of it
I will wait as long as it takes
You will be with me always even till the end of time
You promised.
Little legs t r i p and f u m b l e,
bodies lay in a j u m b l e.
Silly pups are full of play,
roly poly all the day
3/21/17
qijue/jumble
For Broken Wings Form J - Jueju contest
A name became famous and so did attention it brought to a race,
A quotable slogan was formed speaking of political changes at haste.
From opposing sides as running mates they developed a relationship speaking of
bipartnership.
Sending our Nations currency to foreign lands,
Take a moment off the Hill, look in your back yard to see our empty hands.
This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.
Shipping off our sisters and brothers to the battle fields,
Where fearlessly they fight and sadly some are killed,
They pray and wait to come home...come on now just sign a new Bill.
This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.
Here is an idea! Give more of our taxpayer dollars to the trouble banks; they make no
mistakes,
While thousands of Americans lose homes, cars, jobs, and watch their life savings sank.
This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.
The parties, the parades, the chicken, lobster, and veal,
The Senate, The Congress, The White House, and the Capital on the Hill,
The time has come to strengthen a nation of humankind on our own playing field.
From the view of the common man, it is ‘We The People’ that should be kept in mind,
Every time approval is given to spend another dime.
This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.
@ Tunisia Torres
3/17/2009
Jumble Sales
Arts littered to granite threshold,
Hungred fellow with trapezium limbs,
Foursquare abstractive cupboard head,
In a thought out state of presence,
Designer fingers crawling over pots and bowls
Of serpents swallowing man head first, into sack
stomachs,
Static snails speeding on a space of time,
And like promiscuous Picasso stroking the buttocks
Of Madame Desiree,
Bending to rinse her negligee
On the bank of Elysees.
Turkish Delight Jumble
‘Glorious’ gallimaufry
crumbles confusion in vain
entrenched in Gallipoli
still no sense derived from pain
27th March 2017
I hear a discordant harmony
As I smell the infinite sea
A myriad of dazzling jewels
Jumble dancing endlessly.
Mmmm! The taste of mothers milk
Then a nice full tummy
Before a baby bottlenose burp
Bubble bursts from deep inside me...
Pop! You could inhale one of those
If you jumble danced with me.
24 April, 2016.
I strive to solve life's jumble,
Sometimes, I win, at times loose,
I risk and make assumptions,
Puzzles of life have no rules.
March 29, 2017.
Qijue - 4 lines, 7 syllables each line
Form J - Jueju - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Jumble and Rumble went on a road trip to Kalamazoo
Frightening folks along the way for it is what monsters do.
They met a lively wedding part of seventy-two.
Most had imbibed salty green margaritas, more than a few.
Why don’t you join us asked the bride-to-be named Sue.
Okay agreed Jumble and Rumble, dapper monsters who slew.
They all ended up in the hoosegow in Kalamazoo.
Serenading a cow out the window; she had a big moo.
We’ll do this again sometime! Said Rumble, happy as goo.
I loved this wedding! Agreed Jumble, who ended up with a bride too.
She may walk among
untrodden ways.
But beware,
your trips and slips,
face first slides into reality
Not always your own doing
Is ever present
Always lurking.
Tight rope walking over well
worn paths.
Danger lurks in the familiar.
He who made the lamb made
thee.
The falcon trusts the falconer
And so returns with retracted
claws.
Like we must return the
innocence
We stole from whom
but could not use.
Some do it with a lethal sword
The familiar prefer a kiss
All to exact a balance of power
Be careful for what you wish.
Written on coarse coarsely written
Mumble-jumble
Words can’t sway, nor delay
Huh!!! Doctor's note
2/28/29
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Misunderstanding, rejection, hurt
So hard to articulate
Body tightens
I must write down the words so that I can own this feeling
Disappointment
Did I give myself away too quickly?
Is who I am and who I am perceived to be so different
That I have misplaced my identity somewhere in the gap of the two
This is petty.
Strength, focus
Don’t question, just be.
Nearly anonymous now
Walk one foot forward
Jack Strange
that's him bursting with self confidence
proving life is an act
his luminous wrist watch throws light
black jumble sale clothes
He like to show you
how unrepresented is he
in the disharmony
of an unsealed cup of joy
for the keepers Sunday picnic
my mind is a jumble,
a kaleidoscope of colors
capturing me so I cannot escape,
each time I look for a door,
I am stopped by a force of
Crayola sentries holding onto
spear-like paint brushes
threatening to insert me into
a jumbo coloring book where
I will turn into a mindless
page of fill-in-the-blanks with
a picture to color
the daily jumble, mom sends,
must know, i must get —
as she gets the treatment.
starting to be a regular thing
the ordinary...
how odd!
like cleaning teeth -
my sis has that today,
like coming home -
her son.
but reminded that
mom has cancer.
would love to send that “son”
packing!
11/24/2020