Best Muffled Poems
And suddenly no trace of you to be found
can it be that you have vanished
erased etchings in the sand
The tide of time ruthless
leaving my heart of stone beached
like a distraught whale
weary and life depleted
While echoes of yesterday still resonate
fading into the distance
of love gone awry
Silenced by the endless waves
that called your name in vain
AP: Honorable Mention 2024
I was in the company of my
siblings
Enjoying the comforts of my
sisters,
When they came at me
Armed with axes and machetes
determined to grind their oxen
They struck blows upon blows, cuts upon
cuts.
My limbs first, then my trunk came tumbling
down.
I shouted and cried all to no avail, none
came to help me;
Subdued,
I submitted to my fate like
Others
Gone before me.
Then calamity for our maltreatment
began;
Like a curse in due season.
My muffled cry earlier stripped of a voice
began to be heard.....
As temperatures increased by
one degree,
As appointed seasons altered
their course.
Floods and droughts became
synonyms.
The snow banks of the Arctic and
Antarctica,
Began to reach out in protest, not
unmindful of the depravations' of
the Polar bears and its ilk's.
Ozone, grumbling about the partitioning
due to the unholy alliances with Carbon,
Hurting the harmony that once kept them
in bonds.
But now some kind hearted kindred's have
given voice to my,
Cry.
They have taken note and are beginning to
act to save my other siblings.
(I hope it is not too late to save our forests, to
reduce global warming and preserve our earth.)
Written on the 4th November, 2015
Everyone gets to choose,
The magic word is “choice”.
Only the defenseless lose,
Wombs muffle their voice.
Impregnable fortress, my mother's womb,
Beyond all evil reach, no one can intrude,
Bundled with joy, I rocked and rolled !
Little to my conscious , did I know of the plot,
To kill me inside, even before my birth,
Just because they knew that I was a girl !
Small family norm, families you design,
Male dominance, a unilateral align,
Do you think female foeticide is no crime ?
Although I am no threat to a man's being,
Doused my ambitions, catered to his fragile ego,
Suppressed my desires, closed my thoughts !
I covered myself as if guilty of being a female,
Transformed myself into an art that fascinates,
Yet reave me of my right of being born ?
I will now equate myself, my dear mother,
Let me once breathe in the same air,
Tears in eyes, heavy heart, a muffled cry,
I will expand your world, procreator I am !!
Written on 18/5/14
' on menace of female foeticide prevalent in society'
within the shadows of dusk
the sky bleeds itself dry
like the blood of my muse
in inkless stages of darkness
whispers fall through summer's trees
in breathless little sighs
muffled beneath the hover
of hummingbird's wings
as they suckle nectar nearby
i am lost somewhere
in their distant chatter
and thunderous roars
rumbling the hillside
as clouds loom above
swirling like thoughts
in the depths of mind
only to be lost again
as momentary rains
spiral downward
then vanish
as quickly as they came
i watch the prismatic wings
swiftly fly off into the distance
as the sky erupts in an arc
of vibrant colors
then fades beneath the gray
becoming a blank canvas
much like this mind of mine
as the shroud of darkness
blankets my muse
in silence again
June 26, 2020
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW POETRY (1) any form any theme Poetry Contest
muffled cries wake me
town dwellers slip on the snow- -
my pillow stays warm
muffled, wake, dwellers, slip, pillow
Unhappy, unappreciated, underestimated.
Born to be weak.
Breed to be inferior.
Cursed to be abused.
Governed by emotions.
Enslaved to the kitchen.
"This is your life,"
she was told.
The injustice hid behind
that grotesque phantom-
CULTURE.
Centuries of rotten tradition
smothered her development.
The woman with no voice.
She screams within.
The sound jailed
behind the bars of her lips
An inaudible plea.
Earsplitting silence.
Shrieking tranquility.
But- one day.
Her song will jail break.
The beautiful butterfly entombed
in a soundproof cocoon,
will emerge.
The woman with the muffled voice
will transform
into the woman with a deafening roar!
"It was 2 or 3 years ago
As best as I can recall
A slight chill in the air
Maybe early spring,
or maybe late in the fall
Queens County Hospital released me
on that very fateful day
I had spent my time in their psych ward
I no longer had to stay
On the day that they released me
to exit to the street
I left with jeans and T-shirt
With but slippers on my feet
But most striking I can assure you
Was the fanciful robe that I wore
Bright blue with yellow moons and stars
Comets, the sun, and much, much more
Like a demented Wizard walking
In a Fantasia audition gone quite mad
I strolled down Queens Boulevard
42 cents was all I had
Six miles to my home
I'd never walk afoot
Dazed and bewildered
All the Chinese pedestrians surely had a hoot
On the busiest street
for miles around
This demented Wizard tread
I would'a preferred to be underground
So I went and took a taxi
With no way to pay the bill
But what does one expect
From one who's mentally ill...
I figured it unlikely
for worse to come to me
"So what will he do?
return me to the boulevard
A cab fare thief for all to see?"
I made it home that afternoon
and found some money too
Paid my fare and carried on
In my Wizard's Robe of Blue."
Another true story in the bizarre life of tom bell
Two closed doors
and the distance
the width of a wall.
Two voices, one yours
the trebles are normal
as they rise and fall.
In this moment
you aren't going crazy.
In this moment
what you say makes perfect sense.
I can pretend
you're saying anything
but what you're saying
when I hear muffled voices.
I think of:
black and white movies,
a Philadelphia Story
and I Love Lucy,
non parels,
you basking in the sun,
Neopolotin
ice cream,
elephants
who never forget,
Victor Borge
and the way you laugh,
your tan skin
against
your denim dress.
Memories can't be just old friends,
No, they can't be.
When I hear muffled voices
“Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house,
can you hear the whispering? "
Quote by _Constance La France
Standing before this old, dilapidated house
Memories leap out from the moss-grown crevices of my mind,
Like snakes uncoiling, rather like bees swarming,
Fragmented, scented and sour!
I remember my old maternal uncle,
Who had turned a widower at forty-one,
The presiding deity of a joint family of fourteen.
Most of the time he sprawled in the armchair,
In the enclosed patio of this massive homestead
In the living room was an old grandfather clock
Ticking away like the faint heartbeats
Of that decadent house with crumbling plaster
He had seen heydays with many a ceremony of great fanfare,
When the house used to board all kith and kin
And the granary was full of paddy and tons of black gold.
But as time slowly weakened his torso,
The house too lost its onetime splendor.
His children got scattered far and wide.
They went to hoard fortunes abroad.
But grand uncle refused to move away.
With a shock, one day we heard of his death.
He left the house orphaning it forever.
Now the house remains fragment of an old memory.
Though once I thought I had escaped,
The compulsions of the past,
Now I discern, I am still pinioned by it!
As I stand before this house, my ears perk up,
To hear what it whispers, its one-time glory,
Or its sad deserted state?
I wonder if I can ever enjoy the love and life,
That once so luxuriously bloomed inside!
~ PLACED FIRST~
May.27.2023
Writing Challenge ‘C’ Quotes Poetry Challenge
Sponsor- Constance La France
the all-consuming dread
beneath a veneer
of equanimity,
impenetrable
by eyes of keen observers.
by all appearances,
all is copacetic,
but under his smiling mask,
unmitigated disarray.
a cauldron of caged anguish
simmer
without boiling over.
his screams of helplessness,
muffled;
registering below
a whisper.
he's at his wit's end;
a beast of burden
with his world of troubles
sagging d
o
w
n his shoulders.
a victim of circumstances
beyond his control,
yet treats his helplessness
with utter indifference.
heaven only knows...
why.
You Select Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 01/21/2023
In the quiet stillness of vast empty spaces in time _hums the rhythm of my body.
As my inner hearing rings vibrations of the beating heart in steady motion.
Fading laughter and muffled sounds of distant voices slurs to unrecognizably mumbled words laid to waste. Decreased the thinking of the mind_ halts the plans made in haste.
Unquickened muscles release the tension down deep of spine. Slows the movement of my hands as all energy yields in decline.
Close my eyes in submission to the heaviness of night. Lying quietly suspended within the symphony of my plight.
Exhaling a shallow spirit of life as I leave another day behind.
~~~W12152019
A muffled sound
that I knew not
as it echoed
across my lot
It spoke in code
to primal fear
seemed to cry
Get out of here
O, how I wish I could
make out the words
Tho' that success
would rob my guess
Here I m standing at the bay
Feeling the slipping sand beneath my toes
Only colour dat my eyes can c is blue
Everything seemed so surreal around
As if I cannot get anymore quite
But wat r those noises dat fill my ear
What r these screams bringing me fear
Though there aren't any waves lashing the shores
There aren't any high tides hitting the rocks
But y does it all seem a chaos
Is it dar my eyes can't c the reality
Or is. It dat they r blindfolded by the agony
It seems dat a hullabaloo is dwelling inside me
I tried to silence the noise ringing in my ear
I tried to wipe out those unseen tears
I tried to scream shout out loud
All in vain I wish the muffled tongue
Could speak for itself
Is this pain running in my blood
Or is it numbness rushing through my veins
Here I stand been the two infinities
Few steps ahead I become a memory
Few steps behind I become a legendary
some muse 'hicks'
be as...
sounding
some gut...
tar getting
as trapped...
stan sand