Best Mucus Poems

Gary, you are my little soldier boy,
who died on Veteran's Day. ('83)
My sunny, golden-haired soldier boy,
that I still miss in every way.

You had just turned...

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I, a Red Skin dog, as some may delight to call me,
I have heard the tales of horror, from my dark skinned foes.
I have heard...

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It was not that she was the only woman in the group, when mingling precariously beneath the bronze figure of William Booth, or her classic...

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You see I've been misunderstood majority of my life
Its as though if living were war 
then im the knife
Its not my fault society embraces suicide
Label...

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Not in tea leaves, in shoelaces tie existence--their harsh and meshing material
bound, tethered, undone with a gentle pull. 
 
The bunny ears
and clumsy fingers bouncing...

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Close up you can see the colossal amounts of energy
it took to grow this plant from a seed
An even closer look through the microscope,
inside lies...

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are we crazy or just contrived 
lazy or simply self-involved? 
are we insignificant, significant 
or just like everyone else 
deranged on the outside 
swimming through...

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A stuffy nose leads to runny nose, frozen toes and thick as jelly mucus
sitting in your chest not allowing you to rest, mucus really sucks...

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"Pearl Diving" (Part 1)

He had wondered where to put his Quill
the ink pots were all dry
he lived in his little world
in the mountains somewhere up...

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(Created using the bAbBlE sentence generator, various text excerpts, and a minuscule bit of human editing.) 

And she smells good without keeping all ...

Beef, sitting...

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Disability, Illness and Fundamentalism

My brother died of Cystic Fibrosis, 
When I was twelve and he fourteen, 
It took away his ambitions, 
To study at Oxford...

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Fragrance of Life  ©

Cool rain drums on blistering 
asphalt, the scent streams into 
the nostrils--hot, grassy smell of 
summer, freshly cut-smoky 
cedar lingers on...

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Spittle of diddle are many tongues forming spittle
two ends against the middle they diddle spittle 
spittle, they diddle, as mucus forms of diddle, spittle
still` Breath...

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Be it winter or summer more likely than not
my big nose can produce giant globs of green snot.

I use up the tissues a box at...

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Fear is my unspoken words
Emotions linger in my mind
like free flying birds
but still my life is sad!

Unspoken words remain Undefeated
Just as the sky remains seated
As...

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