Best Meddles Poems

I dwell in the heavens
 on moonlit beams
 
sun seared clouds
 billowy waves
 my celestial stage

no worldly worries
or cranial cares

My soul mingles
 meddles
 among gods

Zeus, Apollo
 Osiris
 Thoth and Thor

 dodging an asteroid
 meteor or mars

Welcome to the
 mystery of my
 soul's menage...

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The psychiatrist meddles with the head.

Nutritionists keep us decently fed.

Nurses are very clever,

As are surgeons, however,

The proctologist's probe is met with dread!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 5 in Carolyn Devonshire's "Doctor Phobia!" Contest - August 2010...

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Beleaguer me with beaten breaths as I burn long beyond this dalliance of love,
Remind me with a rush of redolent-rippled candy kisses draped across my lips--
Enchant me with a tickle of your tempest as you transcend my tepid tranquility,
Attacking my dank demure with your deliciously...

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PORCELAIN AND TILE TO DEFILE FOUR JUNKIES

You cannot imagine what I see
Unless you are exactly like me
Friends like yours die and that’s the rub
But many of mine have died in my bathtub

Just two junkies sitting together on porcelain and tile
There to defile the temple of...

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I'm not one who judges, interferes or meddles,
but I must spay my pet rock because it won't stop having pebbles.
You may find me to be somewhat of a nut
but I truly suspect that my pet rock is a ****....

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A dream bestowing an unimaginable dream
Is far beyond my imagination
My dream cradles another form of creativity
Freedom leads me out of troublesome society
My dream bestowed another shard of vision
It was far beyond my reality
Our dream’s purposes will soon be fulfilled

Freedom grants us tokens for two to...

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I offer my apologies; if perhaps I may offend;
But I’m burdened by atrocities; that seem to never end.
   The odor does precede them; as they approach my way;
   It’s the smell of one who meddles; that I’ve often seen each day.
They’re...

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...for Sylvia Plath


Her grasp of things is gone,
she meddles, she is lost 
with no prospect of redress.

She hovers shapeless,
rudderless in a
storm-toss'd mess.

Substanceless, tottering
in limbo's loveless hold,
only dross.



(Note: One of her poetic devices 
         was the use of...

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I blush when I think about the makeup
Of Man. At birth he's weak and insecure
He's helpless, ignorant- a little pup
Has more going for him than this treasure.
And when he matures, mental growth is slight.
He whines and pines and broods o'er picayune
Events: It's too hot! I'm...

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Grasping a plot 
from my store of meddles
I spread, 
near the sink, 
verbs and nouns
I've found.
Cleaving each 
to a size
then heated derive
a fragrant misty theme.

   . . .to be continued. . ....

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You think your mind rules your thoughts when you find your lost at heart and part is feeliní societies grasp on the situationÖsit impatiently waitiní for your lips to read the scriptÖthis mystery will trip up your words, lift up your skirt, till I mistrust...

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...for Sylvia Plath


Her grasp of things is gone,
she meddles and is lost 
with no prospect of redress.

She hovers shapeless,
rudderless in a
storm-toss'd mess.

Substanceless, tottering
in limbo's loveless hold,
only dross....

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she meddles me mad
doing what I do not want
mind do you hear me

2-Feb-2020
Senryu On Mind Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas...

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What becomes of a world of war?
The world is crowded, lonely, happy and sad
Bored I am of life I am bored
Whisperings of life hint it is stressed

The strait between hope and despair
Forthwith bears an obscure seclusion
A menace seeping through the pores of gladness
What is deprived...

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Lord knows she isn’t perfect but she’s better than the rest.
And I always find her beautiful even when she is a mess.
She has her faults and failures but I love her anyway
And I thank the good Lord for her each and every day.

Now, some might...

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