Long Mud pie Poems

Alber’s Tamale Pie, Australian Meat Pie, Apple Pie, Amish Country Strawberry Pie,  
Bacon Pie, Bean Pie, Boston Cream Pie, Butterfinger Pie, Banana Cream Pie, Blueberry Pie, 
Chicken Pot Pie, Crunchy Carmel Apple Pie, Chocolate...

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Poetry is tangerine and other potent or poisonous colors.
It is the breath you feel at the nape of your neck and
the strong caress of flesh on flesh, defying death.
It is most certainly Spring with petal...

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It was summer in the mountains,
Daisies, bees and poison ivy surrounding
The little creek where my feet swung down,
Swaying gently over the trickling water…
Betraying the heat with its coolness,
Its calm – serene like the world where...

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How boot a mud pie for the birthday girl?
(yes, that would be the snoozing missus,
hook lames to need mooch beauty sleep),
hence who might not arise for bajillion years.

Thou me noggin forced to remember
how me heart...

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That's When Innocence Ceased To Be

Frilly dresses decorated with flowers
Giggles that could melt the coldest heart
Good night tickles and hugs and kisses
Crayon colored pages of revealing art
Displayed proudly on the fridge door
Near the height measuring...

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Sky

I saw Mr. Sun outside
So hot, I was terrified 
Went nearly blind
And  almost fainted and died
He has no hands,  eyes 
Nor feet
But why?


The big yellow  flame in the sky
Was chased by the...

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Poets at Play

I played with words today –
They called to me 
“Come out and play with us!”
Childhood companions
Building rhythms like treehouse forts –
Playhouses of analogy -
Crafting rhymes that follow the leader
Into mud pie irony;
Playing peek-a-boo...

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There are no adults here.. 
Only confused kids. 
Children under the delusion that they know what they're doing.
Youngsters playing make-believe in a world they perceive so solidly.
Every one a narrator, a role-player. Everyone.. 
Leads in...

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Winter’s body is a car boot sale, a mosaic of the seasons and shifts, 
the breezes and breaths of a year’s footsteps, gone.

The battered wheels of a truck, spinning against morning frost, rotate into its...

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Ancient Aliens

They have always been here
ancient? – alien?
living amongst the unknowing
hiding in plain sight.
How have they altered
our past? – our future?
advanced or hindered
our progress – our failure.
How have they touched us
with an unseen nudge,
aligned the...

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A Good Clean Slam

Let us investigate the process!
HOW…..HOW…..shall we make
a MUD PIE……without getting dirty???

We shall polish up the words,
buff them to an acceptable finish,
weave them into an undecipherable web
of double entendre, tongue in cheek malapropisms,
drape...

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If you wander into your local school or preschool,
What are the odds of spotting even a single pair of gumboots,
And does it matter if you find none.

If you think it no,
Then fast forward to their...

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Maddie, Maddie, mud pie maker,
born to be a beaming baker.
When making mud pies she feels free,
here is her secret recipe:

In the searing summer sun, go grab a garden hose,
then scoop a hole and have some...

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Were
I
Jazzed
At every kerfuffle-
I shan't have the time           to peer at the sky
             ...

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She was quite contrary
My mud-pie Mary
Lived life outside the ordinary
She had a crooked smile so wide
She had a twinkle in her eyes
As she played in puddles and made
Mud pies
She served to unicorns and fairies
Her love...

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Sweet Summer breeze
scraped n' bruise covered knees
sidewalk chalk marks on your jeans
torn clothes, worn as badges of Adventure
popsicle stained lips
secret crush kisses
Summer life as a kid
I truly miss it

Snatching fireflies from the skies
watching sunsets dashed...

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Aloo pie Apple crisp pie gives me gimmie pie
Apple crumble  Australian meat pie 
Banana cream pie, 
Bacon and egg pie 
Caramel tart  Canelé pie
Derby pie 
Empanada, Egg tart pie
Flan pie
Gibanica pie
Homity pie 
I...

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Spring slips those neo-leaves on protuberance-limbs.
Youth is adorned with buds and flowering whims.

Poppies drench an infant’s eyes and awaken sleep.
Spiked trellis dreams sow garden-beard whims.

Blackbirds scatter like dandelion seeds in the wind.
How cleverly they remember...

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Adieu April


Adios you soggy segue
nature’s mud pie maker
roof top drummer
dog soaker
puddle teaser.

Au Revoir
cool breathed friend
easing the ice from its depths
cajoling the worms
play peek-a-boo
with the Robins.

Bon Voyage old vagabond
titillating transient
instinct whisperer
spring’s pheromonal scent
arousing dormant need.

Farewell
fading water...

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Ten for a dollar, not worth a dime.
Two bucks gone, such a crime.
The emptiness of their shovel and pail.
Left twenty mud pies up for sale.

Babysitter blues, six at a time.
We're left searching for clues, with...

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