Long Mufflers Poems

I’ve always been a prankster and a lover of a joke.
I love to see the puzzled look on an unsuspecting bloke,
when he looks around and lifts his hat - totally confused.
Some take a joke for...

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Me cars down at the doctors ‘cause there’s trouble with the coil,
and somewhere I’m losing water so once or twice I’ve had it boil.
It needs another set of spark plugs and me mufflers had the...

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A LITTLE LOVE SONG OF LITTLE THINGS.


There is nothing to say
 no complaints no gratitude,
Your aptitude is right but
 its hindering your attitude!
A glass was my page-
you were my water I thought,
Your love was a...

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Quilts and woollies of winter all folded,
From February’s fold chill when escaped, 
In March, when all ready to welcome spring,
Sun seems in hurry to wear red turban,
Few morning walkers wear woollen mufflers,
Sugarcane seems to have...

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I've never understood how things work

gears turn and cranks crank

circuits connecting and forming a link

all of this stuff is out of my reach

its all so confusing, fuses and plugs 

that plug into sockets 

and HUDS...

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IT’S TIME

come with me
take my hand
I promise it won’t hurt a bit
dress up warm 
like Mom used to say
mufflers, knitted hats with kittens ears
snow pants and mittens on strings,
‘cause you were always losing them,
scratchy woolen...

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Fer the life of me I jes' can't figger kids out today!
With their automobiles they make a most tawdry display!
Seems their jalopies with geegaws and gadgets they adorn.
(My '37 Ford played "Mary Had A Little...

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A Blustery Autumn Day

Mischievous bursts of autumn’s laughter
Pulls down the last of the season’s bright artistry
 Carried away on blustery gusts,
  Weaving a tapestry of autumn’s magic
    In tiny whirlwinds of...

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Just twenty days. The mystical
Libra will turn rosette boughs into
fading auburn… nights combing
the breeze colder and quite somber ,
as if women on bare hilltops await
the arrival of men in some far oceans 
when bleached summer...

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Writing this while entities, ghosts are present --
Not able or willing to make themselves appear.
How could I know? You might, rightfully, augment.
I've always been able to sense when they're near.
But, alas -- time after time,...

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The deadly white of winter had descended.
Mountain high piles of snow braced the phone poles.
Mufflers donned we left for school unattended
for mother lay crying in her bed, we were not whole.

Father left many nights ago...

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The merrily loaded luggage
Adults in a hurry to find their seats
children walking as the train moves,
Expecting  a wave in reply like" SCHWAMM's son "      
    ...

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...inspired by 'August Rain' by Joseph Brodsky


The afternoon dissolves to darkness,
suddenly the downpour tumbles
and the spouts regurgitate.
Willows wilt and elm trees tremble,
intertwine, then dissassemble,
all awash in green and grey,
threads of nature cast asunder,
unattached they dance...

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...inspired by 'August Rain' by Joseph Brodsky


The afternoon dissolves to darkness,
suddenly the downpour tumbles
and the spouts regurgitate.
Willows wilt and elm trees tremble,
intertwine, then dissassemble,
all awash in green and grey,
threads of nature cast asunder,
unattached they dance...

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...inspired by 'August Rain' by Joseph Brodsky


The afternoon dissolves to darkness,
suddenly the downpour tumbles
and the spouts regurgitate.
Willows wilt and elm trees tremble,
intertwine, then dissassemble,
all awash in green and grey,
threads of nature cast asunder,
unattached they dance...

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...inspired by 'August Rain' by Joseph Brodsky


The afternoon dissolves to darkness,
suddenly the downpour tumbles
and the spouts regurgitate.
Willows wilt and elm trees tremble,
intertwine, then dissassemble,
all awash in green and grey,
threads of nature cast asunder,
unattached they dance...

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TOWN CHILDREN

Deep in the midst of dawning view 
Children awaken to a fresh morning dew

Eyes heavy with sleeping
Still in their beds
While the chattering of neighbors
Irritate their heads

Deep in the midst of eyes awakening
Telephones ringing becomes...

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The afternoon dissolves to darkness, 
suddenly the downpour tumbles 
and the spouts regurgitate. 
Willows tilt and elm trees tremble, 
intertwine, then disassemble, 
all awash in green and gray, 
threads of nature cast asunder, 
unattached they...

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S ilence fills the air hanging on the limbs of night.
N uances of gray fall into rivers of purple dark.
O nly the crackle of ice and fallen limbs prevail.
W onderous is the falling of the...

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Winter sticks its icy nose onto the window glass
causing dust motes to rise and fly as they pass
You can almost see them shiver as they shy away,
not wanting to go outside  into the frigid...

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The afternoon dissolves to darkness, 
suddenly the downpour tumbles 
and the spouts regurgitate. 
Willows tilt and elm trees tremble, 
intertwine, then disassemble, 
all awash in green and gray, 
threads of nature cast asunder, 
unattached they...

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The afternoon dissolves to darkness,
suddenly the downpour tumbles
and the spouts regurgitate.
Willows tilt and elm trees tremble,
intertwine, then disassemble,
all awash in green and grey,
threads of nature cast asunder,
unattached they dance and scatter
at the dimming of the...

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Musical mortality 
It is so white the palest thing you will ever see
there is nothing black about death it is a screen
that hums endlessly. 

The echo of eternity the song of cosmos and it
keeps you...

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What a difference a divorce makes:
     Constant hubbub's given way to eerie silence,
     Peels of laughter to a fluorescent light's buzz;
     Ringing phones...

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The guards

They are coming, who are coming
I feel the dust, a dry power from the dry land far, and hear they must have marched long
Are they churning the land with restless feet
I don't know, I...

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