Muddles Poems - Poems about Muddles

..." My mother shed her protective love around me and without knowing why, people sensed that I had value." ~Maya Angelou " As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is t......

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... Two plus two equals four...unless it doesn’t. Every young student learns the rules… as taught them. Higher education muddles it all…with complex theorems.......

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...He visited Simon's mother-in-law, who had a fever. Did he do so because she was kin of his disciple? The elderly needed care. He knew this as a healer. Wasn't their psyche more than their physique......

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...Clean air has now become a pipe dream. The bleak energy speaks loudly, With a lot of stale and toxic air. Like Jonah in the belly of the whale, People stay choking, choking for fresh......

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...In a white realm, where optimism drifts away. Frescoed moonbeams on walls, in swirling array. Such silky cream and vanilla, delicately sifting. As the full moon lingers, its light bris......

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... grey clouds like shrouds hover cover wind speed like steed fright'ning lightning thunder sunder cryin' welkin raindrops fat plops muddles puddles pit pat......

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...All that glistens is not gold, Of that, you can be sure The wedding ring I'm wearing Does it have a gold mark? I don't know anymore. Fake is the in word We now ask, what is real? Real looks ......

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...The roots of a family tree run deep for they were planted long ago. generation upon generation have nurtured and watched that family grow into a tree whose strength and beauty is impossible deny.......

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...Yesterday I unscrewed the top of the homemade huckleberry jam you gave me before you left for Lisbon. I took deep purple breaths to fill my light pink lungs. It was such a necessary experien......

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...Darkness peeks beneath the shadows Melancholic doubt, dread From silent sensation, built by depression Falling down from up on high Where there is grace, where there is chance Darkness drive......

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...My father passed a few years back, and he keeps appearing in my dreams, always on the same street and roughly the same dialogue. The poem/story has no real format. Just my feelings on it. Thanks! ......

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...Some float, move on the diameter of a whim. A few articulate between joy and grief, others are hinged so that ears can hear each other. Most are scaffolds. One hollow bone hums in the throat,......

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...I wake to a monochrome world and I yawn The reds, greens and yellows awaiting the dawn Out on the water, my luminous float Rides unseen ripples in fear of no boat This morning my roof is my fis......

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...Why do I continue with this book the chapters either deadly dull or all the action occurring at once in an overwhelming cascade of events that muddles the mind too complex to keep up with impos......

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...My nutty week stays long in my memory My brain didn't process like it would normally But just to be sure I now lay of the pink gin I will share you my tale and shall now begin. Paracetamol had ......

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