Best Muted Poems

I'll hold this place for her loving faintly-
fragile, and tepid outer layer veils so thinly
a gorgeous core shining bright and quietly
  Her eyes say more
    than lips betraying her thoughts
 as they swirl to intriguing depth.
 I dive, plunge deeply-secretly
 ...

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Muted Echoes

The echoes of piano notes
play softly in my mournful mind
as melody so gently floats
like ghosts of songs she left behind.

My memories are brought to bear,
the echoes of piano notes
forever floating in the air,
as lumps well up in saddened throats.

This winter day we don our...

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Not this day
No 
My mouth shall not say
The words that linger
Trailing broken syllables 
From memory bay
Without meaning
I cannot form them
Even as I pray
Turning in guttural acidic taste
By bitter bile way
Fumbling resentment 
Phrase to phase
With no sway from sentiment 
Shall I dare?
Shall I say?
Nay!
Struggle thought 
Drowning...

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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 purpose
A rooster
Tapping the farmer
On the shoulder
Whispering “psst”
A muted moon
Fading silently
Into a day
Without
Poetry...

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Old age
Muted rage

Broke hips
Bitter lips

Happy thoughts
Are Fought

Sunny Days
Turn away

Why lie
Will die

Nursing home
Swallows groan...

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Silent,
nature's flowers
with which all senses merge-
become a dialogue with words
unheard....

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They never predict the consequences 
Of their hurtful words;
To them, cruelty is a way
In order to make all pay! 

You all have witnessed how it goes;
No need to tell you how;
Just rewind in mind the old days
And try to figure why!

We think we had it...

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I stroll leisurely along the avenue as silent trees stand sentinel.	
Not one leaf rustles or whispers; 
no branch breathes or even sighs.
No gust catches me off guard at the top of the hill 
so that I pull
my scarf more snuggly ‘round me. 	
All is still....

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What if our dogs could talk aloud?
What do you suppose they'd speak about?
Rabbits, birds, chasing things?
What if they thought to tell our tales?
Stories hidden, behind the veil.
Secrets, scandals, Everything!

TLH  ©  06-12-2012...

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It occured to me the other day that nothing makes a sound.
It's the whiteness of the noise you hear when nobody's around.
It calls the spirit home to rest to understand the soul.
And brings a sense of peace inside in knowing that's your role.

The day is...

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guard the garden (we are the only instructions)
faced with sand, glass, and mirrors… did you

hear that? (sounds of plunder) the fangs of birth
crying…waters demanding life…effluvia…spit 
from the dragon we receive all our legends

and monsters (the preacher slams his fist down
on the podium) the bible (bound...

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I’m plagued with muted memories
that at their leisure will just wail;
It could be the song on the breeze,
I’m plagued with muted memories;
Meals disrupted by fallacies;
My peace they decide to impale;
I’m plagued with muted memories,
that at their leisure will just wail....

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Sunlight painted glossy ribbons
in warm ochre and muted sage
ripplings in soft pastel hues
across the surface of a tranquil lake

Between cane reeds they swam
silken threads on the breakfast table
of a lone Indigo heron
standing with feathers and plume
feeding at the break of day...

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Pleasant voices
I adore them
they are somehow tuned
those 
mist negotiators
in half of strength
announcing your personal capitulation
pleasantly
holding cards laid in front of you

you

infatuated with spin of his tone
by consent taking the place upon his palms
became
a 
Thumbelina

nop
he won't become your swallow

even though
inclines to the south

you didn't even pull...

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On Sunday, the sweet soft tone of the choir was muted
The church pews were brimming with dust
Ushers were unable to give directions
For even the congregation was stuck up in isolation
Preachers had to minister to the echo of their own voices

No trace of humanity has witnessed...

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