Muffled Poems

Abandoned

You sighed...  
... but none heard.  
You were angry,  
Met only with stares from innocent minds.  

... Then you cried  
In the mystique of the night,  
Muffled sobs escaping to the horizon.  

You longed for the company of a muscled arm,  
More than sympathy from tale bearers.

Muffled

and suddenly no trace of you to be found
can it be that you have vanished
erased etchings in the sand
   the tide of time ruthless
   leaving my heart of stone beached
   like a distraught whale
  weary and life depleted
while echoes of yesterday still resonate
fading into the distance
of love gone

The Preacher's Odyssey

Thomas, an apostle of Jesus,
Called 
Or so presumed.

He was not an angel.
No, 
He never claimed. 
Although he played the part well.

Brother Tom,
Like we all called him,
Was a walking paradox.

Because the liquor he loathed he loved
And the lady of the night
Whose deeds he shunned,
She he loved to spend the night in the comfort of her arms.

It

A Muffled Sound

A muffled sound
    that I knew not
  as it echoed
    across my lot

  It spoke in code
    to primal fear
  seemed to cry
    Get out of here

  O, how I wish I could
    make out the

Muffled Whispers

“Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house,
 can you hear the whispering? " 
                                    Quote by _Constance La

Muffled Screams of Helplessness

the all-consuming dread
beneath a veneer
of equanimity, 
impenetrable
by eyes of keen observers.
by all appearances,
all is copacetic,
but under his smiling mask, 
unmitigated disarray.
a cauldron of caged anguish
simmer
without boiling over.
his screams of helplessness,
muffled;
registering below
a whisper.
he's at his wit's end;
a beast of burden
with his world of troubles
sagging d
           

Muffled Composing

some muse 'hicks'
be as...
sounding
some gut...
tar getting
as trapped...


stan sand

A Muffled Pillow Speaks To Him

He awoke, though he could not tell
if it was the middle of a long night
or the middle of his life.
The years before were sodden with autumnal leaves
and so he remembered much.

The mechanics had laid down their tools.
Social engineers played harmonic slogans
to the tone deaf.  
A burdensome truth has been put down, 
and few dared

Image Muffled Haze-

Never spent signs painted hue 
Conspiring challenges never proved 
Aloft the addicts spreading 2x4 beams 
Clouded streams broken dreams 
High ceiling roofs attire 
Shingled hay and wire clay dirt 
In the window pane
 a threshold mange panes
 we both shingles that closes the eyes 
Views of the painted skies 
Blue white smoke gray hues yet

Muffled Sounds and Thoughts

within the shadows of dusk
the sky bleeds itself dry
like the blood of my muse
in inkless stages of darkness

whispers fall through summer's trees
in breathless little sighs
muffled beneath the hover
of hummingbird's wings
as they suckle nectar nearby

i am lost somewhere
in their distant chatter
and thunderous roars
rumbling the hillside
as clouds loom above
swirling like thoughts
in the depths of mind
only to be

Silent Noises

In the quiet stillness of vast empty spaces in time _hums the rhythm of my body.

As my inner hearing rings vibrations of the beating heart in steady motion.

Fading laughter and muffled sounds of distant voices slurs to unrecognizably mumbled words laid to waste. Decreased the thinking of the mind_ halts the plans made in haste.

Unquickened

Muffled Bliss

winter is becoming
my new best season
o how I’m loving
retired life
the hibernating months
of self-indulgence
the muffled nights
of glittery fallen snow
the soul-stirring feeling
of blissful seclusion



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~SNOW WHITE~ 2020

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on November 21, 2018

Muffled Tongue

Here I m standing at the bay
Feeling the slipping sand beneath my toes
Only colour dat my eyes can c is blue
Everything seemed so surreal around
As if I cannot get anymore quite
But wat r those noises dat fill my ear
What r these screams bringing me fear
Though there aren't any waves lashing the shores
There aren't any high

My Muffled Cry

I was in the company of my
 siblings
Enjoying the comforts of my
 sisters,
When they came at me
Armed with axes and machetes
 determined to grind their oxen

They struck blows upon blows, cuts upon
 cuts.
My limbs first, then my trunk came tumbling
 down.
I shouted and cried all to no avail, none
 came to help me;
Subdued,
I submitted to

Muffled Cry of An Unborn Daughter

Impregnable fortress, my mother's womb,
Beyond all evil reach, no one can intrude,
Bundled with joy, I rocked and rolled !

Little to my conscious , did I know of the plot,
To kill me inside, even before my birth,
Just because they knew that I was a girl !

Small family norm, families you design,
Male dominance, a unilateral align,
Do you

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