Best Rumple Poems

Tumble, crumble cornmeal, salted flour 
Stream olive oil
Feed water and toasty yeast with sugar
Crinkle, rumple, crease, and fold
Smooth a silky, doughy globe.

Cover, leave the orb...

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He stands against the old barn door
relaxed not a confrontational bone,
thin      as a pitchfork's tine.

Farmhand, hunter, true-shooter,
the lens flatters him.
A...

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Five after four in the morning. Night-sweats
rumple silk bed sheets. Vague cusp ‘tween night and day
blurs chiseled contours of sanity’s sharpness.

Dreams half-way loosed into consciousness...

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The protests are written from the busy pen
of the one whose thoughts are quite driven
yet she cries "foul" like a rumple feathered hen
when the thoughts...

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Frenetically I rest in her guest room.
I think of her quiet hospital room.

I’ve laid my head on this pillow before.
I toss, turn, and pray, in...

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Dear trafficker,I am on the run
With face emitting fear
Worn in clothe surged into rag
By the scissors of rape
linen scars
With the screech from angry nails;
narrow escape.

Do...

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A real man never cries but endures!
When pains of the world rain upon him he endures!
When the sky is dark and horrific moments come, he...

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Pitter-patter, thump, thump
goes the beat of my heart.
Rumple, rumble, churning,
innards feel torn apart.

Shhhh, shhhh lips quiver,
silencing my tawdry pleas.
Blink, blank, tears forming,
descending downward endlessly.

Waaah, waaah,...

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What I like is to be held, loved and cuddled,
Awaken in the morning, my head all muddled
Coffee, black and strong, just how you make it
Even...

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I remember my candles in the night
My eyes heavy but weightless like light
The thought of being a corper my right

A pound on my head boom...

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I have always loved to write 
real…romantic rhymes
but now I have to feel free to 
form a fantastic freeverse
with my creative caps on and my...

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It's very late: the moon lies on its back in drowsiness.
But still, we sit drinking cold beers. Maybe to give

us time to save ourselves...from empty...

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In a world of wandering souls,
I seek the man of kind,
A beacon of wisdom, steady and whole,
Unbound by the chaos of the mind.

A man who...

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As Rumple in blankets,
I vegetate in unfilled torpor, 
Blind enervation adrift among
Extinguished stars, among dark 
Torpid galaxies where I am a stranger.
I find only dead...

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I ponder
throw away
my ancient
machine
of writing...
Rumple
the papers,
accomplices
of mine
tare ...
I even 
  stop
writing...!
but how :?
the words
pass by
my head
as models
on the catwalks ...
demanding attention!
I desire on going...

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