Best Mumbling Poems

"Sweet child in time,
you'll see the line
the line that's drawn between
good and bad"

Having cold sweats again in this godforsaken ninety degree heat. Shivering uncontrollably. God,...

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I listen to the sighing
of the wind, as I sit
in the cool shade 
of a sprawling carob tree,
wondering if Basho,
in heavenly abode, 
next to Elysian...

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a wisp offered him a small bunch of her soul
  
          duet of florets dandelion...

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A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle...

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Old Jack hated Halloween night.
The constant ringing of his doorbell
he didn't like. So he turned off his
household lights.
   His wife said, "Why did...

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Slowly he opened the drawer and looked inside.  Some time had passed since he last gazed upon the cloth that lay there.  Years...

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Born To Walk, A Dark Path Of Jagged Stones

Born to walk, a dark path of jagged stones
too oft full of mistakes and ragged moans,
lone flying...

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And so
The words lay idle
Mumbling
“Not me!  Not me!”
For we could be
The catalyst for
Verse,
Or worse.
Let us be
But words
Un-gathered logs
Afraid of fire
Soundless stones
Rolling
In sunrise surf
A wind
Without...

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All is well
Cocooned within.
Just the steady beat,beat,beat
And gentle familiar sounds.
Comforting,warm,so safe.
Unease-noise-confusion.
(Pushing,pushing)
Panic,unfamiliar,
What is happening?
(Pushing,pushing)
The beat now throbbing,pounding.
Faster,faster
And comes-the light, the light.
So this is LIFE!

(Blue skies,sunshine)
A child's...

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Headed home from a business trip
Tired, spaced out, grouchy and impatient
Pushing the limit to beat rush hour traffic
Fast closing on an old jalopy van

Suddenly blue...

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Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp...

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Friends humor and play me
(They know I'm chra-zee)
Patsy sings blue
God I miss you

So lone-lee now
Never knew how
without you to cope
Losing false hope
that keeps me stumbling
nowhere,...

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Weakness
 
It is said that he was weak because he would not
conform, could not subjugate his will, would not
let them imprison his mind, cage his...

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From my lowly bachelor’s house
Proudly christened ‘Embassy Fair’
I woke up to the chirping of birds
On the trees above and across the vale
And the riverine bushes...

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Written by Gail Debole on 
April 2, 2013

She, on her near-death bed
Face grey as she faced what is inevitable.
I, sitting to the right
And Death floating...

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