Best Muzzey Poems
Desiree captured his soul
that mirrors into her past.
Luring eyes black as coal
peers deep into waters vast.
Her sleek mermaid contour
silhouettes in morning sun.
Glowing skin shines so pure
suits the silk that looks newly spun.
She stares beyond her reflection
that no one else can see.
Her eyes fix in sole direction
hair to the wind flies free.
Blossoms fill mist with sweet scent
dispersing her seductive essence.
Longs only for her lost gent
who filled her heart in adolescence.
Desiree; he whispers with the wind
pulling her ever close inside.
Her aching heart wishes to ascend
since she can never be his bride.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fourth Place Winner ~ "Reflection” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet
March 18, 2011
Empty
like bottled air
clinging to nothing real,
except to slippery inside walls
of space
Empty
like heart chamber
holding on to first love
bouncing back and forth, side to side
then gone
Empty
like nerve feeling
continued ceaseless pain
until all feeling is dissolved
or cold
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
First Place Winner ~ "An Old or New" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
July 20, 2011
from blossoms to bees
nectar drips from swollen lips
kissing the morning
Copyright © 2009 By Caryl S. Muzzey
6th place In
Poetry Soup's Contest
Spring Fever
June 2009
Nineth Place Winner ~ "One Of Your Favz-1-8 Lines!!! Old Poem" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Praise
Aug. 1, 2013
Mountain Lake is my favorite place to write
under shade tree are my pencil, paper, and pole.
Scribble down words while waiting for a bite
fishing my most popular angling hole.
Fish are jumping all around hook and line
small cork sits still and does not move or fade.
Patiently I sit in wait for that fish to dine
beneath weeping willow of cool tree shade.
Inspiration overwhelms biding snare
while creative mind laggardly transcends.
In far distance I see lone grizzly bear
and leave a good fishing pole to his friends.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fourth Place Winner ~ "Inspired” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Lambert
July 20, 2011
Shapely to coarse green stem,
sitting alone; wanting to grin.
Patiently waiting for the take,
wanting Halloween to begin.
A few more weeks left to grow,
inviting; nestled in straw.
Children soon make their choice,
with little eyes in awe.
Fields abundant in orange hue,
serenading a season of rest.
Large or small or fat or thin,
any grab will be the best.
Cold winds blow just enough
to take its nipping bite.
Scarves and hoods, snuggly warm,
fending autumn with wraps pulled tight.
Little arms try to carry
the most perfect pumpkin around.
The patch now shrinks very thin,
remnants of a once lush ground.
Copyright © 2009 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Second Place Winner ~ "Happy Halloween" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kelly Deschler
Nov. 04, 2015
A woodland path in the dappled sun- hushed and quiet
where I come free my breast and silently ponder.
I gaze upon a spiritual calm and listen to its quiet song
releasing tranquility of mind that does wander.
Between branches of towering mixture of spindly trees
encased in morning sunlight smoky haze;
I hear the rustle of hanging leaves falling gently as a sigh,
conceding tired mellow heart to praise.
In far distance echoes soft cries of lonesome blue jay,
quickly taunting squirrel gives harassing reply.
In shadows of bushy foliage, sunlight fails to cast
hides ground creatures that have come to spy.
A cool soothing breeze sweetly lulls an inward peace
capturing solitude within fractured soul.
Suddenly troubled trapped mind feels timely at ease
when moment seized a woodland stroll.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
6/6/2011
Third Place Winner ~ "A Woodland Path” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
July 6, 2011
Stale mate?
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7/7/15 Caryl S. Muzzey
Copyright © 2015 by Caryl S Muzzey
First Place Winner ~ "One Footle” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Judy Kono
Aug. 8, 2015
I lie and watch the clouds go by;
the birds flying high…
wondering if Batman and Robin, Spiderman,
or Superman was once a kid like me.
Did they ever doubt what they
would grow up to be?
I pretend with my sister that I am
Spiderman…
Climbing walls and jumping from
my bed, finding a plan,
to set her free
showing her the hero in me.
I rescue the dog, from my little brother,
when his ears get yanked…
then I’m bathed with lots of kisses
and I know I’m thanked.
Did Batman have a little brother,
to inspire…
or did Robin have a big brother
to admire?
No denying Superman was the toughest
in my belief.
Muscles of steel could stop the meanest
thief.
Flying all around the world
never getting tired,
he was the hero who my dad admired.
Stopping trains saving ladies in distress,
climbing walls swinging from buildings
regardless…
of criminal ravings.
These are the heroes I have grown
to love;
and the hero in me is all of the above…
Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey
This was written for my four year old grandson who is simply crazy about spiderman.
Sharp pain sliced like a red rose thorn,
prior to church on Sunday morn.
It felt as though insides were torn,
when she was born, when she was born.
No time to wait, she did not care,
she wailed real loud then gasped for air.
Her twin inside, they could not spare.
I named her Clair, I named her Clair.
The tears inside me never dried,
I felt despair, that one had died.
To give them life, I really tried,
but still I cried, but still I cried.
Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey
6/25/13
Sixth Place Winner ~ "Monotetra" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
July 16, 2013
Thank You, God.
Thank You for everything
that I know that I wanted and You withheld.
Thank You for everything
that I thought that I did not need and You provided.
Let me be like the one leper
out of ten who returns to give thanks to Your Son.
Thank you for what you have granted.
Thank You for what you held back.
Thank you. Always. Amen.
P.S. Lord, Thank you for the following incomplete list of talented caring people
who have filled my heart and engaged my head.
They, too, are one of You gifts to me:
Be good to them always and protect them as Your own. They are:
Carolyn Devonshire;Francine Roberts;Andrea Dietrich;Carrie Richards;Destroyer Poet;Chris
D. Aechter;Harry Horsman;DorisCulverHouse;Audrey Carey John Freeman; Wilma Neels;Dr. Ram
Mehta; Sean Kelly; Deborah Guzzi: Ambassador Carol Brown;Andrew Crisi;Brandlee
Augustus;Joyce( I told you first!) Johnson;Ralph Taylor; Charles Henderson; Joseph Spence;
Karen O'Leary;Connie Marcum Wong;Barbara Gorelick;Iolanda Scripca;Susan Palli; SKAT*;
Katie Lindsay;Michael Jordan; Caryl Muzzey;James Fraser;Rich Parise; Joe Flach;Tim
Ryerson;Mitch White;Nathan Dilts;Daniel Cwiak;Chris Smith; Brian Strand; and The Rambling
Poet. Thank you all and Thanks to all whom I foolishly overlooked. REGARDS! GERARD!
God touched another hand
as last breath slipped away.
Cradled a loved one’s head
as hearts began to pray.
God whispered I love you
while angels near him stood.
Raised his soul to heaven
cause He promised He would.
God granted his soul peace
from life of constant pain.
Freed body from struggles
and further family strain.
God allowed him to love
to know all life’s pleasure.
But God loves him more than
one can ever measure.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
lonesome faint thunder
whispers distant symphony
rain waltzes backstage
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Down in Alabam where big sweet taters grow
lives great aunt Cyndi diggin dirt with a hoe.
Up in the morn bout the crack o’ dawn
see for miles where she’s dug up the lawn.
Hard as nails with hair sweet- tater- red
she could set a table, make you feel fed.
Wave you down and ask you to stop by
have a piece o’ her sweet tater pie.
Smash sweet taters and hickory smoked pork
a chilled bottle o’ wine with a stuck cork.
Cornbread in the oven ready to take out
Slap your mama silly, lip smackin no doubt.
Dawg’s patiently waitin on the back stoop
for the cornbread mush and sweet tater soup.
With tongue a hangin and tail a waggin
shortly his tummy will be a draggin.
Sweet tater pie with whipped cream on top
you’ll eat so much you’ll think you’ll pop.
Sweet tater pie my sweet love from the south
more o’ sweet tater pie, well shut my mouth.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Hello Andrea Dietrich, so we finally meet,
pull up a comfy chair and take a load off your feet.
Would you like a piece of this warm apple pie
and velvet black coffee to go with turkey on rye?
So glad you stopped in, though you cannot abide,
finish your free meal, I will walk you outside.
No need to thank me, have me over sometime,
if not for coffee, maybe for some catchy rhyme.
I enjoyed your company I hope you know,
you have a way with words, strokes like a Van Gogh.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Sixth Place Winner ~ "First words over Coffee" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico
May 5, 2011
surfing emerald waves,
gently cleanse vivid coral,
tropical rainbow.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Seventh Place Winner ~ "Tropical Treasures” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sweetheart of Poetry Soup’s Linda-Marie Bariana
July 16, 2010