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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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The afternoon dissolves to darkness, 
suddenly the downpour tumbles 
and the spouts regurgitate. 
Willows tilt and elm trees tremble, 
intertwine, then disassemble, 
all awash in...

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The afternoon dissolves to darkness, 
suddenly the downpour tumbles 
and the spouts regurgitate. 
Willows tilt and elm trees tremble, 
intertwine, then disassemble, 
all awash in...

Read more of this work...