Long Muddying Poems

"Small Mutinies"



So what if my point of view
is not that which wraps 
you in comfortably warm
fluffed-up silky 
cashmere blankets 
of insecure insincerity
simple scribbles 
bleating from the 
chirping crickets 
and frog croaking
symphonies 
muddying waters
cutting pristine lines...

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“Truth isn’t truth,”
that’s what some Cap’n Obvious toady recently said

He was pissy mad, when his angry tears wet the bed

Lieutenant Rudy Brown-Nose 
a has-been sniffing the swine caboose breeze:
Loco breath wafting 
between sulfuric methane, ...

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I have a reoccurring dream. 
In this dream I am in a wooden shack, dusted and old. 
I breathe suddenly and deeply regaining consciousness 
As though I was in deep thought, yet nothing fills my...

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Balmy january fifth two thousand twenty three

pardon moi as I self plagiarize
with slight modifications
cuz following words written
at least an Earth's orbit ago
exhibits pearls of jocularity.

I ran than jumped high
into the upper atmosphere
like a faux young...

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Today there's a War of the Words going on
  Today there's a War of the Words.

It's taking place all over this beautiful land of ours
 Polluting our precious air and clear-blue streams
  Muddying...

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It wills faceless principles
For the appeasement of whom
We wish sometimes we didn't know
The shallow deluge reaps
Happy means, thorns
And righteousness bundled
Snug in a wrap
Ready to serve beyond
Apprehension and reinvention
The ornery masses
I in mid-pack alignment, soothed
They are...

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I get tired of their dead muddying up my clean fresh waters for sure.
I drag these bodies back to them day and night, hoping for a cure.
Oh, sorry, they apologize, as if they did not...

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The trains of cunning

Two men in a vast field of grain waited for the trains
to meet on a one-track railway line, one a mathematician 
had worked out where the train would meet
the other was a...

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Enemy Inside of Me

I know what I have is at least one enemy;
It is temptation that lives inside of me,
And so deeply buried yet still secure;
How much of it can I really endure?

With God always...

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The brumby of Australia, not known to be well bred
Some are tough as leather, but that not often said
More criticised that praised, for damage that they do
Muddying the waterholes, as cattle never do

The biggest problem...

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With irascible words, she continues to bemoan
Writing about poets with whom she picks a bone
Chastising those who like to compete in contests
She's infected with hate, like a pustulant abscess

Her bitter sarcasm abounds for quite a...

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There are these dreams you 
never want to wake from.
Last night you sat in a theatre, 
watching a movie, marveling at Spain, 
unrolling before your eyes, a memory
of the Pyranees you never wanted
to leave, dream...

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The forest's morning sunlight tip-toes through the trees
casting puzzle pieces round, oh so, carelessly;
hiding all the corner bits scattered by the breeze.

The slighter boles of ash whisper endlessly
as their upright slash of gray teases 'tween...

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With the unlikely proposition that winter would end
	green tips took

form

             beneath the softening crust of snow around the

mail
	box, a

collage congealed by road salt...

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I tug my vibrant summertime skirt
but it unravels from a chair ;
Reaching dutifully for muse's pen
this mind now becomes a haze.
I seek to light an imaginative flame
still, phrases yield not to me,
and with despair in...

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