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That's The Way The Cookie Crumbles

Why do we do the things we do
of all the everything under the sun
why do all those crazy things can’t ever be undone
it's beyond belief if it's not one thing it's another
between you and me don't know why I bother
sometimes we slip stumble and fall
trip tumble and fumble the ball
that's the way the cookie crumbles
why

Categories: fumble, fate, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme

When Your Words Fumble

Don’t you hate it when you try to explain
And the words just won’t cooperate
You stumble and fumble, your message lost
Leaving you frustrated and irate

You had it all planned out in your mind
Each thought perfectly aligned
But when you opened up your mouth
The words got muddled and intertwined

You tried to convey your true intentions
To make yourself clear

Categories: fumble, confusion, cry, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme

Don'T Stumble; Don'T Falter; Don'T Fall

Don't stumble; don't falter; don't fumble; 
Don't fall

Hey you;
Why do you even try?
When it all seems pointless;
Is it even worth it to try,
I mean all of it.
Don't stumble; don't falter; don't fumble; 
Don't fall.

The rate at which you are willing to believe;
Oh how naive!
Are you even growing?
Pain after pain on top of other pain;
Will you

Categories: fumble, blue, feelings, heartbroken, identity,
Form: Prose Poetry

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Fumble Busted

not much is ever clear
as the sound of a bell
reigning all the time
or hardly ever heard

all roads must be negated
and a path still remain
that be a detour round
any blockage of brain 

an eternity of time
is elimination of all
through contemplation
while a thought stain remains

in life as a dawning
of understanding as to how
mechanics of reality works
through concept

Categories: fumble, absence, analogy, math,
Form: Free verse

Fumble Speech

A man he knew himself to be,led him to wrong, 
All those times he had was to calculate the expenses of personal indefinite war, 
His own words got himself saddened instead of a discardable law,
Blowing wind took away his hope,  
That was after a lady made him a fool he deserved not to be,
Tried

Categories: fumble, anxiety,
Form: Dramatic Verse

I Fumble

Scuffling in the depths of the ghetto
Plagued by trouble
Lost in an isolated humanity
Gambling with my life playing in stubble

I fumble

A promise of vengeance
For my non-deliverance
Reality is my craziness
Apprehended by my silliness

I crumble

Desolation following me to oblivion
Self-destruction swallowed into this situation
Delusional from the inhalation

I stumble

Categories: fumble, lost, sorry,
Form: Personification

Fumble

Columbus did not   
credit himself with finding
Our America

Who then first said this?
Was politics part of game?
Columbus no blame!

Categories: fumble, history,
Form: Senryu

Private Roscoe D. Schlink Arrives At Fort Fumble

Dear Folks: Here I am at beautiful Fort Fumble, Louisiana.
I sure wish I was back on the farm in Bean Blossom, Indiana.
Already I've learned the army pastime of "hurry up and wait!"
And that sergeants ain't very nice - they just love to berate.

Sergeants met us at the train depot and herded us on a truck.
They

Categories: fumble, funny
Form: Rhyme