Best Mud Poems

I, to the pasture's green could run, 
and fly a kite beside the sun,
but choose, I do, to linger still, 
among the dirt, what is my frill?

Low, be it may, to sink my feet, 
into the slimy, pungent peat, 
but with my grandad by my...

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In a playground of mud

One time I made friends with a pig
He had the most wonderful gig
In a playground of mud
My new friend went thud
I’ll tell you, that sucker was big

Then one day it seemed he was shaken
I realized that he was mistaken
I said, have...

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Yeah,
go ahead stare at my crows feet,
I don't mind
I'm proud of them 
earned every one...
broken my back 
broken this 
broken that
ninety proof patch 
thatched hut for a heart 
and broken clock soul 

Yeah, crows feet, look closely,
there etched in unforgiving-unforgivable 
tin miscarriages
cornucopias spilling the seeds...

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One day, not long ago, I was careening 
like a kite on the winds of happiness
twirling through spaces of days that shone through all dark clouds.
Muddy puddles were beneath me, but they were far beneath.
My Sunshiny days evaporated the puddles,
yet always mud remains,
and from the...

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Has she been sleep walking all her life?
Or has her frustrated volition taken the upper hand
And determined what she should remember
Or what she should best forget?
     What was their life like, when as children
     They loved to...

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Salute to a Man of Mud with an Unblemished Heart 
Rommel E. Gabitan

Clouds of mud cover his forsaken face
His hair showing strands of entangled complexities
His arms are covered with stingy memories
With all the world’s judgmental presumptions

He wanders in the corners of our fallen castles
Filled with...

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Animal was happy in mud
rolled in it whenever he could
Miss Piggy looked aghast
Kermit said what a blast
Gonzo thought all  Muppets should


Penned 1 Sept 2018

All creatures from the Muppets...

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when he spoke
words broke like glass between his teeth
14 minutes past 8PM 7 weeks after the red river
in his brain ran almost dry
he the acidic and sullen shadow of his youth
turned to me
(one side of his face a landslide of flesh
frozen into freefall 
thus i...

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What's the espresso this evening, Rubicam?
My random access memory will light upon it
As I riffle the files of my brain.
Pulling out something fresh,
I burst out with words to cover the enigma.
Bones
Bones are the fare--
Stewed bones with marrow deep inside.

Cracking the bones of the chicken leg,
I...

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Mud Puddle Muddle

Why must mud puddles always be
Just sitting there in front of me?
Calm and still in sunlight’s flash
Inviting me to make a splash.
And why do I, though dressed for school,
Just wade right into this muddy pool?
To make mud pies and muddle muffins,
A make believe...

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He simply could not resist,
The mud puddle he could easily have missed.
As he carelessly tripped into the middle,
The bottom of the puddle he kissed.

He could not have had more fun,
As into the puddle he would run.
Now mudcovered head to toe,
There was no place for the...

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Something comes to mind;
It is no evil thing.
Objectified it stands,
Sings loudly with open mouth,
Nearly speechless.
So is the volume turned up,
Turned on
When frogs croak
In muddy ponds
And tadpoles wink the day.

The field is all clover--
Pure;
It feeds the sky,
Pleases the eye,
Is false 
Like some lovers.
Frogs are lovers,
Hopping.

People hop...

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Our star
Feel its sting?
The little dingy one
with jagged edges
in the basement of the universe.
the star that winks... sashays ...
relentlessly teasing- then merrily slices away. 
          Our star
Hear it careen like molten dreams.
The lost one that mimics...

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Stuck in the Mud
Dr. James E. Martin
©March, 2014

The wheels continue to spin,
My patience is growing thin.
So here I sit,
Having a bit of a fit,
Not going where I sometimes have been....

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“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood….”

Robert,
You let the split remain unresolved,
and while we stand in awe,
staring at your crossroads
etched in gold and shadow,
do you ever wonder
what lay beyond the path
you did not take?
Even though you say,
“I took the one less travelled by,
And that has...

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