Best Tussled Poems

I am standing outside my bedroom, on the precipice of lost innocence.
Wide eyed, and barefoot on cold hardwood.
Someone is hammering on our front door.
My father,...

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Long long ago in a lonely lovely hill
When earth was young, handsome and green
Besides the meadow near the curly winding flow
There stood a tree proudly...

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Tussled hair, bruised knees, toothless, lop-sided grin;
Ma is so thankful her dear little imp wasn't born a twin!
She likes things running smoothly, like a finely-tuned...

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WHEN I’M AN OLD LADY (many happy returns)

When I’m an old lady, I’ll live with my son,
To look after his mum is sure to be...

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I’m on my way, I’ve got to go
(the reasons why you’ll never know),
whisked away in winter’s winds, your sleeping sighs remind me.
And I’ll ramble where...

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The moon and stars, together scheme
to trespass, searching through the air
until they find my window sill  -
Caressing me with fragile streams
their fingers, stroking, tussled...

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The Moon Also Rises
The Midwatch

Harry Mayer


The X.O.’s in the shower
and the Captain’s in his bed.
The Chiefs’ are playin’ poker
as we’re steamin’ to the Med.

“I’ll take...

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Flowing locks of long auburn hair
gently caressed 
tussled and strewn
by the morning air
Textured as the finest flax
With a glossy sheen 
the smell of summer fruits
so...

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Have I ever told you about my friend,
a mechanic by the name of John?
Oh, the countless stories that he can tell
of the hunting trips that...

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With tender loving care
I gently caress my lover's face
And strike her tussled auburn hair
Staring deeply into her wondrous eyes
And there I'm lost in exquisite paradise.

Two...

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It was a little cold this morning.
Colder this morning
than any other so far this year. 
Of course every day this year seems
colder than any year...

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A Grinch’s Lament/with apologies


I remember the Christmas I first met the Grinch
his whining, his snarling, his poke, and his pinch

I never knew why - but...

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"All the Pretty Words"



All the pretty words
blooming like summer jonquils
fade from the velvet fresh green tongues
and rich fecund tussled beds 
of poets and minstrels
strumming hearts...

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I have charted life’s darkest paths,
And slain depression’s beasts.
I have faced the face of sorrow,
From across the table of Satan’s feasts.

I have walked the world...

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Tussled snow-haired gnome flies over the land,
A moonbeam daydream, unicorn soars high.
Pulling bread loaves from the air with his hands,
Weaving through clouds shaped like marshmallow...

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