Best Muck Poems

Higgs was a hockey player built like a truck
he was mean, obscene, and had plenty of pluck.
Other players called him Klutz
declaring they hated his guts
thus he advised them he didn't give a puck....

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Old Bob’s on his tractor
He’s out spreading muck
I’m hoping and praying 
That with any luck
The winds going to change 
Which is all very well 
Because somebody else 
Will get stuck with the smell...

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One day in lonely alleyway
a stranger sauntered with a sway
Among the stash of smelly trash
laid a framed canvas smeared with ash.

Looking at it he had a hunch
that the thing might be worth a bunch
so, he took it to an art shop
next to the old, battered...

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When we see the nighttime air
Whipping at our face 
You just can't see, your life away 
As your death is put aside 

The rain falls down fast 
Forming pools and puddles at our feet 
We shiver, as spines tingle 
And shirts stick to flesh 
Soaked...

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What say you when a pig bathe in a muddy muck?
When he rolls merrily like 'tis panacea to his strain?
Don't you gawk at the amazing shuck
Could be to you 'tis a flaunt to his inert brain.

But how honey he embraces the muck-
When the sizzling lust...

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(French terms to know: arabesque (ar-a-besk) stand on one leg, other leg extended back
with knee straight, arms out; pirouette (peer-oo-et) a full turn of the body on the top of
the toe or the ball of the foot; releve' (rel-vay) rise up from the whole foot...

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An anagram of my name...

Small are the treasures secretly found
Hidden in the muckiest of grounds
Forgotten for many hundreds of years
Stolen treasure, he hungrily leers 
The crumbling man we shall condemn
The ancient tale of Muck Beadier Gem



Emma Buckeridge
7th place win...

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Spring is here and temperatures rise
Sludged path—tanks go to their demise 
And with the realization of risk
An army marched so sure and brisk
Nature wins, not a soldier’s surprise
   

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This was the way it was
In my childhood days
With ancient and tried
Crop farming ways.
Up to the ankles in slurry,
Muck fork in hand,
Ready to spread manure
To fertilise the land.
No tractor and spreader
Just an old ‘oss and cart
Out in the early morning
For a good start.

Fold yard’s been...

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tiny muck color 
just little bit for bedding 
in autumn season...

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Through the thick of the fog
I begged to the bog
stumped by a stymied log.
It was hollow of pride,
like a zookeeper’s dog,
reduced to bark-less hide.
From the splat of my thud
It wore polka-spot mud
and rolled just because
It knew what It was
to snap unjustified.
So what could I do
but...

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When indecision drops on by,
No matter how I want to try
To move ahead, I find that I
Am absolutely stuck.

Though getting out is my desire,
Circumstances will conspire,
Trapping me within the mire,
To wallow in the muck.

Plans and changes don’t get made;
Forward motion is delayed,
All because I’m too...

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Tug a bit on earthly muck, shakes us all;
Hell's murkiness makes the eternal fall.
Pick up pure mud, feel its wonder and awe.

Our cosmos burns but organics are rare;
though carbon abounds, exists everywhere.
Light springs into life, if water is there!

Grab damp dark soil, same stuff in...

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Jesus...
You died for our sins...
Save us...
Our hope do thins...

From deep down within,
I can't live without you, abiding by my side 
I'm a dolphin without his fin
I can't believe you are an ocean so wide

Your thoughtless talking 
Got me running and walking
Our reflection of cyber-sensation is...

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A rock as hard as granite,
Yet a pebble in the flow of life.
All shapes and sizes come and tumble by.
Satisfaction and contentment when alone
To ponder and digest the information of the day.

The soul becomes restless.
Wanting to be free; to wander and explore,
Yet imperfections impede the...

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