Best Mufflers Poems

Me cars down at the doctors ‘cause there’s trouble with the coil,
and somewhere I’m losing water so once or twice I’ve had it boil.
It needs another set of spark plugs and me mufflers had the pip,
so Dave me mate who’s the mechanic said, “Take it...

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Just twenty days. The mystical
Libra will turn rosette boughs into
fading auburn… nights combing
the breeze colder and quite somber ,
as if women on bare hilltops await
the arrival of men in some far oceans 
when bleached summer gives way
to icicles of endurance so patient
and wives, lovers tremble...

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Oh, the sun shines and the wind blows
the crisp, apple-wind, blows,
laughing through the half shorn tresses
of the sugar maple trees.

Oh, the sun shines and the shadows fall
like long gray mufflers, foreshadowing,
the wraps of winter winds
and frost on dawn's green grasses

Oh, the sun shines and the...

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I've never understood how things work

gears turn and cranks crank

circuits connecting and forming a link

all of this stuff is out of my reach

its all so confusing, fuses and plugs 

that plug into sockets 

and HUDS that have numbers and belts that have notches

motors that whirr...

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Writing this while entities, ghosts are present --
Not able or willing to make themselves appear.
How could I know? You might, rightfully, augment.
I've always been able to sense when they're near.
But, alas -- time after time, there is nothing there.

I said, "they're," a lie -- you...

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A LITTLE LOVE SONG OF LITTLE THINGS.


There is nothing to say
 no complaints no gratitude,
Your aptitude is right but
 its hindering your attitude!
A glass was my page-
you were my water I thought,
Your love was a sorrowful battle
with tears I fought!!
Every drop of tear
 that wet...

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A Blustery Autumn Day

Mischievous bursts of autumn’s laughter
Pulls down the last of the season’s bright artistry
 Carried away on blustery gusts,
  Weaving a tapestry of autumn’s magic
    In tiny whirlwinds of yellow, orange and umber –
     Floating...

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I’ve always been a prankster and a lover of a joke.
I love to see the puzzled look on an unsuspecting bloke,
when he looks around and lifts his hat - totally confused.
Some take a joke for what it is and some are not amused.

So you’ve got...

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Freudiana

Famous poet Barclay Cruse
curent toast of New York salons
wears tinted glasses and Italian shoes
and composes doggerel for subway johns.

Acclaimed a purist by his colleagues
hard-edge painter Geoffrey Pyle
earned during Summers spent at Antibes
covert commissions from Armstrong Tile.

Junk sculptor Cranston Bold
collects mufflers and I'm told
often edits his...

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IT’S TIME

come with me
take my hand
I promise it won’t hurt a bit
dress up warm 
like Mom used to say
mufflers, knitted hats with kittens ears
snow pants and mittens on strings,
‘cause you were always losing them,
scratchy woolen socks, grandma knitted toques
and black rubber galoshes with clicky fasteners

now...

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...inspired by 'August Rain' by Joseph Brodsky


The afternoon dissolves to darkness,
suddenly the downpour tumbles
and the spouts regurgitate.
Willows wilt and elm trees tremble,
intertwine, then dissassemble,
all awash in green and grey,
threads of nature cast asunder,
unattached they dance and scatter
at the dimming of the day.

Hedges stripped, once meshed...

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If i was a mermaid I would frolic
on the white crested waves
appearing from the shore comic
then plunging down to the caves

Sunbathe on the warm rocks
diving down out of sight
so as not to give any shocks
nor frighten humans into flight

My voice so golden entices
if they follow...

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The merrily loaded luggage
Adults in a hurry to find their seats
children walking as the train moves,
Expecting  a wave in reply like" SCHWAMM's son "      
              ...

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The deadly white of winter had descended.
Mountain high piles of snow braced the phone poles.
Mufflers donned we left for school unattended
for mother lay crying in her bed, we were not whole.

Father left many nights ago it seemed
we did not know the why, the what or...

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Quilts and woollies of winter all folded,
From February’s fold chill when escaped, 
In March, when all ready to welcome spring,
Sun seems in hurry to wear red turban,
Few morning walkers wear woollen mufflers,
Sugarcane seems to have ripened early,
Mango, Neem, GulMohor show darker shades,
No longer the spring’s...

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