Best Mud Pie Poems

Ten for a dollar, not worth a dime.
Two bucks gone, such a crime.
The emptiness of their shovel and pail.
Left twenty mud pies up for sale.

Babysitter...

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She was quite contrary
My mud-pie Mary
Lived life outside the ordinary
She had a crooked smile so wide
She had a twinkle in her eyes
As she played in...

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Adieu April


Adios you soggy segue
nature’s mud pie maker
roof top drummer
dog soaker
puddle teaser.

Au Revoir
cool breathed friend
easing the ice from its depths
cajoling the worms
play peek-a-boo
with the Robins.

Bon...

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Spring slips those neo-leaves on protuberance-limbs.
Youth is adorned with buds and flowering whims.

Poppies drench an infant’s eyes and awaken sleep.
Spiked trellis dreams sow garden-beard whims.

Blackbirds...

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Ancient Aliens

They have always been here
ancient? – alien?
living amongst the unknowing
hiding in plain sight.
How have they altered
our past? – our future?
advanced or hindered
our progress –...

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Poets at Play

I played with words today –
They called to me 
“Come out and play with us!”
Childhood companions
Building rhythms like treehouse forts –
Playhouses of analogy...

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Poetry is tangerine and other potent or poisonous colors.
It is the breath you feel at the nape of your neck and
the strong caress of flesh...

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A Good Clean Slam

Let us investigate the process!
HOW…..HOW…..shall we make
a MUD PIE……without getting dirty???

We shall polish up the words,
buff them to an acceptable finish,
weave them...

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Were
I
Jazzed
At every kerfuffle-
I shan't have the time           to peer at the sky
   ...

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Alber’s Tamale Pie, Australian Meat Pie, Apple Pie, Amish Country Strawberry Pie,  
Bacon Pie, Bean Pie, Boston Cream Pie, Butterfinger Pie, Banana Cream Pie,...

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Maddie, Maddie, mud pie maker,
born to be a beaming baker.
When making mud pies she feels free,
here is her secret recipe:

In the searing summer sun, go...

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Mud
Water
A pie plate
Well-mixed mud pie
Thrill....

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Sweet Summer breeze
scraped n' bruise covered knees
sidewalk chalk marks on your jeans
torn clothes, worn as badges of Adventure
popsicle stained lips
secret crush kisses
Summer life as a...

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That's When Innocence Ceased To Be

Frilly dresses decorated with flowers
Giggles that could melt the coldest heart
Good night tickles and hugs and kisses
Crayon colored pages of...

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Winter’s body is a car boot sale, a mosaic of the seasons and shifts, 
the breezes and breaths of a year’s footsteps, gone.

The battered wheels...

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