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 ash whisper endlessly
as their upright slash of gray teases 'tween the green
while their larger cousins stand, oh so, stoically.

And, the...

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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 beyond
Apprehension and reinvention
The ornery masses
I in mid-pack alignment, soothed
They are now allowed to scorn
Who they choose
Without retribution
Accounted for or scored...

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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 the 
chirping crickets 
and frog croaking
symphonies 
muddying waters
cutting pristine lines 
of thought
gunpowder glorious 
lit fuses 
and temporary trip wires
while woolly...

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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 the swine caboose breeze:
Loco breath wafting 
between sulfuric methane,   prune puckered lips — 
sphincter pie holes half-closed

Politrician power...

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With the unlikely proposition that winter would end
	green tips took

form

             beneath the softening crust of snow around the

mail
	box, a

collage congealed by road salt and sand
        ...

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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 they do
Muddying the waterholes, as cattle never do

The biggest problem that they have, their wish to have a roll
Find some...

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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 eyes, a memory
of the Pyranees you never wanted
to leave, dream mountain images,
dream lakes more impossibly 
grandiose and gorgeous than anything...

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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 though I was in deep thought, yet nothing fills my mind. 
I sit up from a creaky old stool to...

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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, like a pustulant abscess

Her bitter sarcasm abounds for quite a few poets
Shaming their competitiveness, then she blows it
She adds POTD...

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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 secure;
How much of it can I really endure?

With God always surely am safe and sane
As long as inside me He...

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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 ours
 Polluting our precious air and clear-blue streams
  Muddying our forests, our meadows, our parks, 
   Trashing...

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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 the heads
of anyone muddying his waters

12/24/18

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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 the future with drenching rains
lying to the nesting Robins
howling at an ice blue moon
dancing among the Jonquils
Lion or Lamb
Mother Nature’s...

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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 bottlecap on the side of the road,
making a puddle in a tiny dip,
muddying the roads where tires run through,
down and...

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