Best Muddying Poems

The forest's morning sunlight tip-toes through the trees
casting puzzle pieces round, oh so, carelessly;
hiding all the corner bits scattered by the breeze.

The slighter boles of...

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It wills faceless principles
For the appeasement of whom
We wish sometimes we didn't know
The shallow deluge reaps
Happy means, thorns
And righteousness bundled
Snug in a wrap
Ready to serve...

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"Small Mutinies"



So what if my point of view
is not that which wraps 
you in comfortably warm
fluffed-up silky 
cashmere blankets 
of insecure insincerity
simple scribbles 
bleating from...

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With the unlikely proposition that winter would end
	green tips took

form

             beneath the softening...

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There are these dreams you 
never want to wake from.
Last night you sat in a theatre, 
watching a movie, marveling at Spain, 
unrolling before your...

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“Truth isn’t truth,”
that’s what some Cap’n Obvious toady recently said

He was pissy mad, when his angry tears wet the bed

Lieutenant Rudy Brown-Nose 
a has-been sniffing...

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Enemy Inside of Me

I know what I have is at least one enemy;
It is temptation that lives inside of me,
And so deeply buried yet still...

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I have a reoccurring dream. 
In this dream I am in a wooden shack, dusted and old. 
I breathe suddenly and deeply regaining consciousness 
As...

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With irascible words, she continues to bemoan
Writing about poets with whom she picks a bone
Chastising those who like to compete in contests
She's infected with hate,...

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The brumby of Australia, not known to be well bred
Some are tough as leather, but that not often said
More criticised that praised, for damage that...

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Today there's a War of the Words going on
  Today there's a War of the Words.

It's taking place all over this beautiful land of...

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March…you melancholy madman
Lion or Lamb….
sibling rivalry’s unpredictability
bending the trees in bowed submission
coaxing  investment in your budding scheme
draping the hope of warmth under falling snow
muddying...

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There's a shark swimming in the soup
quietly circling and lurking
Hiding behind mean metaphors
and toothy snide similes

He's poised, ready to strike
and feast on the unwary
Ripping off...

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those  fresh swamp rains came
 muddying faces of  swamp,
       all    toads and frogs feast......

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Down and down and down they fall,
into rivers and oceans and seas,
into eyes looking up,
and onto uncaring heads,
making streams gurgle again,
overflowing suburban birdbaths,
filling a little...

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