Best Muddied Poems
Why do you haunt me dear cousin of mine
I desperate to leave all this sorrow behind!
But how can I wash from my young memory
Or chisel your face from our family tree?
The laughter and giggles and joys at the park
Mama in the kitchen and songs of the lark
The rain on the rooftop like pattering feet
Like toddling cousins in childhood sweet.
The mists off the river moistened each face
Niagara's cool waters in our childhood place
My soul screams in agony "Oh....what have you done?"
The mud pies long dried in the afternoon sun
But muddied in rains of those tears that we cried
When our family was torn to no longer abide
And the quest for the West pulled us children apart,
You were pulled away, and it shattered your heart.
But remember the rays of those once sunny days?
Mud pies on the riverbank memory stays.
But those memories muddied and bloodied for years
for when you took your life
Left us drowning
in tears.
rain drops dribble
rivers run through green grass;
muddied bullfrog blinks
Soul a cryin shame
Deep blue sky can’t change a thang
Oh the blues baby
There's a pile of sullied threads
from our muddied yesterdays
of a life we stripped bare
to be thrown into the wash
a hoard of soiled toggery
too foul to be cleansed
I tried to bury all of it
but the shovel of hurt
blistered my hand
pervading memories
suffused in my thoughts
inured scent of us lingers
unbleached... unwashed
well worn and ill-used
how long before I can ignore them
gathered in an alcove in my mind
these dark stains of discontent
too tainted to be purified
with human hands
Dredged from the depths of my brain
The rich treasure of love with its heartfelt pain
Sinking back into the clouded mire
Yet my thoughts yearn to rise higher
But dragged down by carnal lust
From that weight escape I must
Bubbles of laughter and mirth to the surface break
But then that overpowering passion my heart does take
Between head and heart the battle royal
Your siren shape does me fully embroil
Why ,oh why is my flesh so weak
That your burning kisses I cannot but seek
Now I sink deep beneath the waves
To drink of the moist passions my body so craves.
this rain
trickles
down
windshields
like tears
down
cheeks
the grass
is muddied
like souls
in pain
she sits there
with the same blank stare
as this moonless sky
her thoughts stacked
like these clouds
swirling above
her tears streaming
faster than this rain
shatter on the ground
atop puddles
as muddied
as her soul
(Bus scribble)