Best Muffed Poems
The High Constable received quite a jolt
When the nut he nabbed decided to bolt
T'was discovered he muffed
When the scoundrel he cuffed
Worse yet, he fled on the Constable's colt
Daddy's underemployed cain't pay all the BILLS
When it gets so hard U see y people STEAL
Trust Me Bruh, I know how ya FEEL
Exhausted from runnin, trouble nippin at ya HEELZ
Brotha slow down, ain't u had ENUFF?
Put that bundle down, this ain't no BLUFF
Now u messed around & got ya new shoes SCUFFED
When they grabbed U & slammed U, into HANDCUFFS
Man itz tuff, yea I'll give u THAT
Sometimes muffed up as a matter of FACT
But U can't let the BS hold u BACK
Cuz sometimes it be just like THAT
Nobody said it would be easy, it wasn't BEFORE
My ancestors’ blood left open a DOOR
But that don't mean we won't struggle TOO
Who was that who said life's hard? Itz TRUE
So gather yo witts, strength & good WILL
We at war with them & ourselves fa REAL
Neva nonchalant cuz itz a big DEAL
Trust me Bruh, I know how U FEEL.
Keep ya head Up
Written & copyrighted by Tone Jaxson
On the internet I am a rookie,
But the web site said they would book me
A tele-health call
And my Doc's on the ball
But I had a mouthful of cookie!
Beat spouse
Called louse
In funk
Got drunk
Left bar
Drove car
Cop stopped
Got popped
Smelled booze
Bad news
Tests muffed
Handcuffed
To jail
No bail
Court date
Learned fate
Judge gowned
And frowned
One year
Oh dear
Confined
He pined
Short shrift
Wife miffed
Entry for Caren Krutsinger's "Try A New Style" Contest
I have held my last pot of hot soup
I've come to the end of my threads
Befraggled and muffed
Bedraggled and fruffed
A raddled cloth corpse that's dead
Frayed so soft and shabby
As the cotton boll that bore me
Worn to a frazzle
I have lost all my dazzle
Faded and haggard and tatty
So tattered in my casing
My splayed stuffing is facing
The dog who has chewed
What was left!
May 11, 2020
The Potholder Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
The drench in the monsoon shower
Can feel the smiling and risen sun all gleeful and gay,
ushered in me a beams of energy earlier today.
Can sense now it chuckle at the setting milky white moon,
softly in me restore its light to make me estatically swoon.
virgin cold watery sprays of the falling drops of rains,
Slowly washes my worries off my face and down the drain.
fragrance of wet mud and lush sweet garden breeze,
Blows into me, pure strength..
happiness in me gradually increase.
As I walk bare feet, wet grassy paths of garden gently,
subdued muffed up feelings erupt over my heart’s brim intently…..
let go of all feelings and experience inside me a sensation so very light,
My vision clears and thoughts to me for this day's path ahead seem so very bright.
Road stop
By cop
Perceived
Car weaved
Two Beers
Cop jeers
Slurs talk
Can't walk
Clyde weaved
And heaved
Ker splat
Fell flat
Clyde drunk
As skunk
Tests muffed
Handcuffed
To jail
No bail
Transport
To court
Demand
Remand
Severe
One year
Oh dear
No beer
"Grab it", said Bob rabbit,
And went hop, hop,
The bacon was taken,
From the meat shop,
The cops pulled all the stops,
To catch grub thief,
They searched for bunny smirched,
To Bob's great grief,
He hopped until he dropped,
With fatigue sheer,
His bacon forsaken,
Ran off in fear,
Jack got his bacon back,
Thanked the police,
Chuffed that Bob's work was muffed,
Gave each a piece.
8th April 2023
inspired by Andrea Dietrich's Footles
Meat Market Robbery
Bacon
Taken
Pickpocket Bunny
Grab it
Rabbit
For Margarita Lillico's "Find Your PS Muse" contest
Could feel the smiling and risen sun all gleeful and gay,
It had ushered in me a beam of energy earlier today.
Could sense now at twilight it chuckle at the rising milky white moon,
And softly in me restore its light to make me excite and swoon.
The virgin cold watery sprays of the falling drops of rains,
Slowly washes my worries off my face and down the drain.
The fragrance of wet mud and lush sweet garden breeze,
Blows into me, pure strength and happiness in me gradually increase.
As I walk bare feet, wet grassy paths of my garden gently,
My subdued muffed up feelings erupt over my heart’s brim intently…..
I let go of all feelings and experience inside me a sensation so very light,
my vision clears and thoughts to me for my life's path ahead seem so very bright...
How beautiful was the sweet young bride,
In a white satin gown arrayed.
Draped in a sheer gossamer veil,
She stole our breath away.
Her veiled head lay on a pillow soft,
Clasped in her hands a red rose.
Muffed sobs could be heard all around,
As the bride lay in peaceful repose.
Pale was her skin and cold to the touch,
Her countenance angelic, serene.
In contrast to her grieving spouse,
Whose eyes held a sorrowful sheen.
Too soon had she been whisked away,
To live where the angels dwell.
But her spirit had flown, leaving behind,
Her pain and this earthly shell.
As the service began, the pastor said,
"Let's all pause now for prayer."
And I was sure that I could hear,
The songs of angels in the air.
(Loosely based on a real event)
12/17/11
For Andrea's Word Wizard Contest Words used: draped, pillow, muffled, dwell, pause
barred owls sound like they
withhold their hooting barrels
deeper muffed release
2019 September 23
hawmanysyllables
5-7-5
Here I am basking in the honour and glory
For my poems you have given to me
But there is something in the back
Of my mind tickling, you see
That is, if a tree had to fall in the forest
And no one was there would it make a sound
See this is the thing at the back
Of my mind that I found
I cannot accept the honour and the glory
For it would not have been if not for you
I would like to share these honours
With all those at poetry soup too
And because if you have noticed
I have no choice
As you can hear from my
High pitched muffed voice
You see he has my right arm
In an arm lock
And in my mouth
A smelly old sock
It’s my imaginary friend Glen
His not happy with me
For his the one that
Really writes all my poetry
So we would like to say from my
Imaginary friend Glen and me, to you
For the Honours and glory
A big THANK YOU
HORIZON
"A midst random skies
are broken puzzles of white clouds
muffed together high and raised
skies random a midst
spots of blue hinged in the north
space separates earth and skies
how clever is the maker of all and is
special those ingredients He has created
placing a white/yellow dot in the skies
to warm our bodies and burn our eyes
So don't look up on to the sun
Look onto the creator of all and"....
HORIZON
9/1/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
4th Placement
Early Sept 2018 Premiere, Any Form, Any Theme Up to A Max Of 20 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:Brian Strand
Let the eye see, through clear, clean lenses
Not a wilderness of mirrored reflections,
Echoing biases of misconception,
But, with true perception, rid of self.
The sound I hear from out there,
A call of bird, a ring of bell,
Is not a story, memory nor a spell.
It is improvisation in staccato, syncopation.
The taste of a raindrop on the tongue,
Is not, sweet, bitter, old, nor young.
It is what tantalizing tit bits can become,
When the nose is held tight with a thumb.
When we touch with our eyes closed,
With ears muffed, befuddled,
With nose congested, blocked,
We feel what's real and selfless.
'The deaf, blind, dumb kid,
Sure plays a mean pinball'.
When the self is silenced, subdued,
Windows are opened, mirrors are shrouded.
O shadows why I know thee not?
Thou came so muffed in haze in fog!
O stop for once !O peace! O love!
O haze of eye, O heart of dove!
Which darkish clouds are on the sky?
Which watery waves afloat at sides ?
All wail and cry across the sky
On yonder hilltop reached the tides
I need Noah's ark of palmy bark
O stop for once deluge of love!
Thy Holy Temps, thy mosque and Church
For torn off hearts refuge of love
O hark O hear , the wounds thou bear
To Him more than all world art dear
The One who smiles at thee from high
Thy Lord who lives in heart of thine
My Autumn dreams come out of heart
And sore on clouds on high and high
O come and with thee take my words
On gusts of winds to moonlit sky
O heart O vale, May not thou fail
He on His Eden gate Thee hale
This world was not for sake of Thee
He made for thee a home on high
This dust of thine to dust may flee
Go soul, Thou fly on seventh sky