Best Maundering Poems

Little Temptations  


Sultry this evening with temperatures rising
Nary a breeze whispers soft, ever slow
Tempting the flavor of love as I taste you
Drenched in your essence, above and below

Softly you sigh as my mouth finds your nectar
Coating my lips now a glisten with sheen
Maundering tender...

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Leaping fish spawning
leaf floats by waterfall
lyrical bird sings 


Waves crashing on beach
river maundering 
clouds puffy white sail by...

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Written: April 22, 2024

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Whimsical whispers of spring wallow,
     Awakening from nature's languid tingle.
          You...

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Written: September 18, 2023
Unwritten Absence Poetry Contest              Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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In the absence of ink—in a nexus of poetic dreams,
Anathematized by disconsolate on nebulous beams,
Whispers of unwritten absence, inveigled by fate,
Decry solace...

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In a world of mellifluous dreams,
Where whispers embrace in soft moonbeams,
A moiety of verses, murmuring in rhyme,
Revealing the secrets of an arcane time

Nemesis, the muse, with susurrous breath,
Weaving tales of love and death,
Her voice, a sigh, a melancholy strain,
As she plucks the strings with a...

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(Somewhere in late 18th-century Europe a friend, Laetitia, by way of a letter warns her beloved girlfriend, Euphoria--a young, gay and unsuspecting mistress--against the almost inevitable seductions of the infamous and maundering philanderer, Melancholia.).



Dear Euphoria,

     Melancholia is one of the more...

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(continued from, "An Epistle Warning against Melancholia: an Allegory--Part I," where somewhere in late 18th-century Europe a friend, Laetitia, by way of a letter warns her beloved girlfriend, Euphoria--a young, gay and unsuspecting mistress--against the almost inevitable seductions of the infamous and maundering philanderer, Melancholia.).


Melancholia’s...

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It was on the night of midsummer's eve, there was a pregnant pause. Not even a leaf was moving,
the sky so starry bright and the moon benevolently shining lighting up the moors.
It was the kind of night that anything was possible, up here far from...

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Be not harried by apostasy spates
Surcease ye flux of basilic imprecations
Adhibit ye ,supernal paracletes  
The pith of divinity

An Achates,
Vae victis
In this temporal realm

Chatoyant fanfaronade
Sursurrant congeries
Erelong abate
Shun the gaffer's gammon
Arcadian maundering

Avaunt kaleidoscopic zealotry  
Bandy a cutlass perfervid
Ex aequo et bono

Beneficence's glaive bandies.

Preside atheling echt
In...

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The employee took out these pizzas and put them on desks at the hall. No sooner had the pizzas popped into the gofers' eyesights than seething salivas (imaginary or real) bursted out of their mouths, and subsequent scenes were a vivid illustration of how these...

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My mind mainly meanders where I yearn –
A universe where I cannot return,
To lament my life’s unchangeable truth
And exhume choicest corpses of my youth.
Maundering 'midst marshmallow memories
Seeking past life to savor and restore.

Dully shuffling worn cards of yesterday,
To deal winning hands I can never play.
Marshmallow...

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Yesterday, not only did prose taste strange
but an unfamiliar maundering
settled it's silence 
upon my tongue
with an unsavory absoluteness
only the mouth could define,
yet mine voices nothing

now today I feel like my heart
bears some sort of physical deficiency
as if all the blood and ink consumed itself
leaving me...

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Wall to Wall a rich texture of beige and ivory
Door to Door the throat closing color of unripe green
Floors heavy metal wielding concrete from block to block
From the phosphorescent radio signal sifting cell light
To the argument compounding wall mounted flat screens
This place is just as...

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The Plot Against the Giant:

First Girl
When this yokel comes maundering, 
Whetting his hacker, 
I shall run before him, 
Diffusing the civilest odors
Out of geraniums and unsmelled flowers.
It will check him.

Second Girl
I shall run before him, 
Arching cloths besprinkled with colors
As small as fish-eggs.
The threads
Will abash...

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In the wilderness of mirrors,
light unravels,  names forget themselves, 
   ghosts slither between shards.

her maundering gaze ~ branches bleeding black~
finds the noir stitched in afterimages.

every reflection a fracture,
fault lines singing under her skin.

she enters her body ~ narrow , widening, monochroming ~...

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