Mudlark Poems - Poems about Mudlark

As I slowly write this song, I feel I am where I belong, In the serenity of my heart, I find the treasure of my art, Most go looking for gold and jewels, What are they but ignorant fools, To search for true treasures I assure, Either you dive down in legend or lore, Or write something new and true, For you can find...

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The ocean or continuously flicking those blue rosary beads? For me it has been the grey and white blots on an ombré sky, One behind the other as my train of thoughts wander alike: Blue, purple, red, pink, black and intangible. My last and first resort to cement my wavering faith Where I disconnect to connect, Watching a...

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Walking along the pebbled beaches of Devon, Little Bertha and me were on a mission, To find some fossil of unknown dinosaur, Washed to these shores by waves from afar! Husband and son jack were searching as well, From their laughter doing great we could tell, This was a little wager between hubby and me, One who fetches best...

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In my muddy marriage I thought I'd die. I really did want to say goodbye. In the end I threw him out. "Enough of this treatment" I shout. Ten years later on reflection. No union is pure perfection. I now reach down in muddy waters. First up, I touch my beautiful daughters. This house I got to keep is next. I'm quiet sure that...

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This mud isn't new to me, numb hands searching something… Sticky mud covered my legs, swimming fish gape. Beam of light took a little peep over the algae, shining sands akin to gold. Down here mud hide something, touch gave the feeling of metal casket. Curious eyes desire to discover the treasure of this river. Tired hands are numb and...

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I am the catfish scavenging muddy rivers bottom lakes and streams ~ lo, muddy waters dark and mildly polluted feeds I bottoms quake ~ mud lark dark fish swims at the bottom streams swimming in deep dark waters 3/23/20 Mudlark poetry contest Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann...

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Across the flats where mudlarks toiled, where in a day the pittance made would barely serve to wash the soiled; a stark reward for labors paid. When then I shook from daydream's stares to trod upon its sucking grasp and seek what proof the tides have bared - small fragments of a spartan past. Yet now alone, except the birds who search the teaming...

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