Best Mutterings Poems

in my dream he watches and I feel his desire
his need and I fear it, yet something lures me 
I sense him in my dark room and feel confusion
it overwhelms me, I can hear his breathing close

he whispers my name, it comes violently like thunder
looking...

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Oh, with great delight, from
out of the shadowy night, I hear
a loud, powerful melody drifting
    such a mournful song 
                  with a chant soul-stirring
a songster...

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I was born at dawn near a wild stream cascading over rocks,
the first sounds I heard were birds chattering in the trees. So loud.
  It was quite a shock falling to the ground like that, gosh I was stunned
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a glass butterfly,
with transparent wings,
rests on a wet fern-
          oh such lovely things!


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February 27, 2017



Poetry/Jueju/Simple Mutterings/Glass Butterfly
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 10029-88-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym....

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I held my baby
so perfect and very dead
and kissed his cold lips.
Till my last breath I will mourn,
my mourning shall shatter hearts.

I dressed him in blue
and laid him in sweet repose,
many passed with tears.
I had to let my boy go,
that parting haunts me ever.

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December 19,...

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ducks  g l i d i n g  on a pond
a weeping willow tree touching the blue
   a park of green and benches in rows
     a blue sky above
white clouds  f l o a  t...

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The day I found the butterfly in me,
I was changed forever to-  delighted.
  I found dancing where I could soar carefree,
      the butterfly and me are so united, that
        we twirl...

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How could he!?
How could he betray me and the kingdom like this!?
How could everything he taught me be a lie!?

And so it has come to this.
I had hoped the rumors of treason were false,
But, alas, they were true.

Very well, I will stand in his way.
My...

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I was born innocent and my consciousness began,
     And from the beginning like everyone I have struggled;
Those baby cries were my first protests about my life,
             And as a...

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It seems like I fell off the map on my life journey,
my path has been twisted and quite ferny;
    and beauty is concealed . . . 
I have learned to dip and dive in life's battlefield,
but this warrior of fate could use...

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I enter gates that are rusty and old, worn with age,
     This eternal resting place fills my soul with sadness;
The time of year does not help, barren trees hanging low,
           Dried...

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Writing,
    is everything to me!  It is my true passion-

MUSE found me, a lonely little girl weeping,
              with deep swirling words in my head
and in time, I wrote...

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Mute Mutterings
Of Carolyns Confessions Bartender... 
Pistol packing momma lay that pistol down, 
as the old song goes:) 
sounds like the probby was suitably addressed, 
bullet in kneecap, just a little perplexed, 
back in ya corner you ***** cos your next, 
hold on while im sukkin...

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life can be hard
it can slap a person down
suck out all hope(yes I 
should say me)

until I feel so small
and insignificant
my thinking con-
fused
and swirling

I just want to escape to tranquility
to quiet and deep
silence with no reason to speak
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My mind is on red training wheels
Muse is gone and I’ve got a thrill
In writing about shouting daffodils 
Moving around never staying still

Lost in thought a fun place to be
With original parts wonderful dreams
The art of heavy hearts creating
The next Noah’s ark in valley green

And...

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