Best Mewling Poems

Soul progress
     back field in motion
The guff
     Chose, chose, live grow leave!  GO!

Leapt from heaven's gold
Jump...

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a lonely place.
It's nothing to do with that person
who asked how are you? this morning.
It's to do with staring through
fear-frosted windows
as snow sugar-sifts the street,
watching...

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"Dead Crush"



Oh uplift me woman
if we were to have a 
conversation would 
bees fly out of your mouth
or just mewling, simpering 
watered-down honey
not so pristine,...

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It was the best of tines; it was the worst of tines.
    It lay, distraught, in silence on the road.
He came around...

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The curse of an
inflated imagination.
An escarpment of thought
in a blistering mind.

An invasion of insolence
amidst a tempest-tossed
cacophony
of mewling memories.

A throat restricting,
heart galloping,
and eyes trembling.
A voiceless scream...

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The Game of Hockey 

By Government decree, lacrosse
Is Canada’s national sport,
But in the hearts and minds of Canadians,
Hockey rules supreme.
Hockey is a winter sport enjoyed...

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Phobias
	A Bluto is not that Disney dog
	It was when a mewling 
	that I would scream 
	Should they wet my body
	And then apply cream
	
	Ablutophobia – fear...

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It's only a paper-mache
moon, they say, too cool, 
too full of interstellar space
to sympathize or stress about
lovers, kings and fools.

Or is it? According to Deutsch
the...

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Jim was a young black lad,
In the era of slavery in the States.
And there was nothing he had,
Except a merciless owner filled with hates.

He worked...

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an icicle
drip, drip, dripping away
slips of spring

sunlight gleams
winter garb cast aside
petticoats flash

rays of gold
glistening on the glen
flicks of foxtails

mewling mouths
nuzzle at their mother
come spring



[“petticoats” in...

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A Troubled Soul

They use these three words for countless endeavors, a face with no soul and a body with no mind
Impaled by my inside thoughts,...

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Flood waters gushed in
From all sides roaring dreadfully!  
Only sinking heads of water reeds, 
And  a few hut roofs could be seen, 
That...

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I frowned when I found my new pup was gone,
so, I searched all around for my little foxhound,
listening with profound intensity until dawn.
I was gowned...

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Villanelle :  Bequeath not an image which is not wholly your own

Bequeath not an image which is not wholly your own
No not all the...

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Rumbling floor leech
Mewling kitten becomes The
Hunter's new target...

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