Muck Poems - Poems about Muck

Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as cheesy poem crafted whey back when the following Gouda eye idea occurred while milking the cows. Yea of course writing ideas unstoppably burst asunder at...

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A rock as hard as granite, Yet a pebble in the flow of life. All shapes and sizes come and tumble by. Satisfaction and contentment when alone To ponder and digest the information of the day. The soul becomes restless. Wanting to be free; to wander and explore, Yet imperfections impede the progress fully. Thus, searches for a match of worth with passersby. A...

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This was the way it was In my childhood days With ancient and tried Crop farming ways. Up to the ankles in slurry, Muck fork in hand, Ready to spread manure To fertilise the land. No tractor and spreader Just an old ‘oss and cart Out in the early morning For a good start. Fold yard’s been cleared and Cart filled from manure heap, Fertiliser is expensive ‘Oss and cow...

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Speculation and a whole lotta hope went out to the new leaders of both teams. one fella even went as far as saying, he saw an offsite performance of two league performers during a televised championship warmup. He thought what was beiung presented insulted longtime fans, and merchandised buyers alike. " he said he gagged in observance!" he complained of both offensive manuvering and defensive...

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When indecision drops on by, No matter how I want to try To move ahead, I find that I Am absolutely stuck. Though getting out is my desire, Circumstances will conspire, Trapping me within the mire, To wallow in the muck. Plans and changes don’t get made; Forward motion is delayed, All because I’m too afraid And lack the needed pluck. Better, then, to just remain With things...

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One day in lonely alleyway a stranger sauntered with a sway Among the stash of smelly trash laid a framed canvas smeared with ash. Looking at it he had a hunch that the thing might be worth a bunch so, he took it to an art shop next to the old, battered bus stop. With gentle care, the artist brushed as stranger looked...

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Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as cheesy poem! Yea of course writing ideas unstoppably burst asunder at the most inconvenient opportunities such as driving Miss Daisy, taking a shower, or using the bathroom. Accursed ambition becoming a prolific wordsmith (case in point Stephen King) Woolworth riding, oddly...

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They pity us. Mmmm… I pity them. Think we need their condescending views because they are so in love with themselves? They pity us because we don’t own the stock. We chose not to carry on the bloodline and somehow it’s all ‘what we’ve not got’!! They pity us because we’re still in love. Still together after all these years...

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Spring is here and temperatures rise Sludged path—tanks go to their demise And with the realization of risk An army marched so sure and brisk Nature wins, not a soldier’s surprise ...

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Tug a bit on earthly muck, shakes us all; Hell's murkiness makes the eternal fall. Pick up pure mud, feel its wonder and awe. Our cosmos burns but organics are rare; though carbon abounds, exists everywhere. Light springs into life, if water is there! Grab damp dark soil, same stuff in a flower. Musing trite thoughts drains our mental power, try to wake...

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This old man went to heaven in frail frame With earthly waste bulged the belly became Couldn’t long keep closed the outlet Rushed to the astral toilet Flushed water returned muck wherefrom it came. October 19, 2021 Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS) Contest : The Throne In Heaven Sponsor : Jack Webster...

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Through the thick of the fog I begged to the bog stumped by a stymied log. It was hollow of pride, like a zookeeper’s dog, reduced to bark-less hide. From the splat of my thud It wore polka-spot mud and rolled just because It knew what It was to snap unjustified. So what could I do but prove what It knew with another attack on the cripple I threw? If...

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What say you when a pig bathe in a muddy muck? When he rolls merrily like 'tis panacea to his strain? Don't you gawk at the amazing shuck Could be to you 'tis a flaunt to his inert brain. But how honey he embraces the muck- When the sizzling lust for food slaps! 'Tis where he tanks up the lack 'Tis a...

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tiny muck color just little bit for bedding in autumn season...

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Higgs was a hockey player built like a truck he was mean, obscene, and had plenty of pluck. Other players called him Klutz declaring they hated his guts thus he advised them he didn't give a puck....

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