Mule Poems

Don Key the Donkey
Was a silly ass
He had big donkey ears
And wore an eyeglass
Looking very dapper
And extremely smart
It was his day off from pulling his cart
He liked going out
And enjoyed a laugh
As I mentioned earlier
He was daft
He dressed up
And looked...Read More

You’ll never get to paradise,
by riding on a mule

You’ll never lose the Jester,
by acting like a fool

You’ll never shed the darkness,
by hiding from the light

You’ll never see beyond today
—entrapped in mirrored sight

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
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If I were a carnival barker
And you were the fat lady
Would you marry me anyway
Would you have my mule-faced baby....Read More

As the ink dries swiftly,
peer into the invisible thoughts
these poet eyes see

Blink  blink

The world is on the brink,
following dire voices
that speak darkly

Many underground secret plans
are silo hatching
No peyote ingest is required
to see the sign
of a mushroom cloud looming
And soon...Read More

We are the children of time 
That big round clock 
Arms like arrows 
Not a minute to be wasted 
In this precious cycle 
Of ambition 
We succeed 
While hearts bleed
Yet we go on and on. 
Growing up isn't tough 
Mature...Read More

Tom Sharing Aphorisms
(old adages)
Composed: by Miracle Man
11-9-2019

I’ve been told, when younger,
”I could start a fight in an empty House.”
Because often “I would cloud up and rain knuckles,”
and later “was a sight for sore eyes”
Sometimes “I just had a conniption fit”...Read More

your elusive spirit is chased
through halls of knowledge
onto cobbled streets
where Montreal men
and country wives meet
another place interrupting time

but you have special talents
no homestead mule
as a seer coins will follow
even the breeze warmly pursues you

nights of dreaming without sleep
days of romance...Read More

I am not a unicorn
I am not a unicorn
Nor am I mystical
I’m not a unicorn
Nor am I mystical

I’m no donkey, mule nor horse
I say with a humble voice


I am not a unicorn
I am not a unicorn
Nor am I mystical
I’m not...Read More

Winters Stall
Written: by Tom Wright
10-18-2019

Silently shifting directions,
Migrant winds arrived without an entry pass,
dispensing a dose of shivers.

Wind chimes become agitated, and chatter on our patio,
disrupting the stillness and hindering my thought process.

Leaving me consumed by haunts of another time,
When I...Read More

The Hypnotist

My mind cannot fall under your spell
Vehemently resists outside control
When I click my fingers, Elvis Presley
Swivel your hips, blue suede Rock n Roll

My will is much stronger than yours
No persuasion can make me your fool
When I click my fingers,...Read More

Younger Days
By Franklin Price
9/20/2019

When I look back in wonder, to when I was young and bold
And people thirty years of age were all washed up and old,
And as their words of knowledge, approached my thickened head,
My ear drums did beat...Read More

Eroding names 
on long-faced headstones.
Graves marooned
in a patch of the past
while 2019 blares unseeing
around the forgotten lot.

An old-fangled America
tucked between gas station and strip mall,
a small deposit 
of once horse-drawn bones.

A haze of traffic emissions
half-hides the secreted,
the tucked away, the...Read More

If I weren't afraid, I'd become a rainbow mule, 
and run through the field and eat all the sunflowers 
If I weren't afraid, I'd go chase all the bees out too
and make them leave my forget-me-nots alone 

If I weren't...Read More

Oh, the clouds
In the red hue 
form an island chain
Islands for angels
And the kings and queens
They swim free in the sky
Like they’re deep in the sea
“Hold your breath, young man”
And they sing to me

And they sing....

Sometimes it’s hard
Diamond mountain top
It...Read More

what i write
is wrong if
in confusion
i lead myself
down the wrong
path but perhaps

some day the wind
will change and
we'll be on
the same
horizon
line

so looking and reading
my contract there is
to be no contact
with my muse
but it is i who
to call her

mi Musa
and gloriously
i do...Read More

When I hear you say, “have patience,”
I want to tell you about the wheel and the mule -
when both stop, both die a little.

Then there are the sailing boat sails
when the wind stops.
Then there are marbles 
when thrown they are...Read More

Have you ever been
Bogged down
Wallerin in
All whopper-jawed
Neck deep in it
That's a boonedoggle

Have you ever been
So katty-whompus
That you sold your mule
To buy a plow
That's a boonedoggle

Have you ever seen
Folks fixin and piddelin
Like a dime
Holding up a dollar
That a boonedoggle

Favorite Word Poetry...Read More

There is no milk to be had
from this humid churn.
The air is obese.
A limping obstinacy
inflates canyons of heat.
The sun throws a leash of blood
around our necks.
Throats channel the smoke
of saxophones.
Over the dry prairies
a fiery mule pulls the sun.
We will burn...Read More

i'm a mule
bringing an
illegal love
into the
country

yes i have
blinders on
but what keeps
me moving on is
a vision of peace of

mind and i
need press
on to try to
catch that
which before

me dangles
confangled
every day i
stretch my
neck and

strain to
obtain that
which never
will i have but
to have not drive's

me
all...Read More

Your Pain will be temporary but eternal glory awaits 
You will rise to the top through heavens pearly white gates
You will tell the whole world how low for you life became
And just like a phoenix how you rose from the...Read More

i thought
it was
an ass

i put
down
cash

but when
i got
her

home
we
both

laughed
our asses
off

she
was 
a mule




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We both had a passion
for books and nooks
so the library was always
a great place to meet
till Shush! Shush! we’d hear
Be quiet now! from the librarian
With the face of a mule
well you know we’d melt
into one giant gigglefest
and ditch the sullen...Read More

an orange is an
orange it says
what it is
but i'm being
led on by
blinder covered
eyes trying to
catch my own 
kind of

orange

i'm not a 
rib cage 
showing future 
smelling
of glue
horse
or
a borage leaf
long earred

mule

nor an donkey
correctly
i am an
ass
but
still only trying
to catch that
which dangles
before

me

though not
knowing...Read More

We both had a passion
for books and nooks
so the library was always
a great place to meet
till Shush! Shush! we’d hear
Be quiet now! from the librarian
With the face of a mule
well you know we’d melt
into one giant gigglefest
and ditch the sullen...Read More

Am I vomiting?
Or do I throw down instead of up.
Singing with a sudden frown,
In barf upon a promised gown.

I wore it to prom as a virgin.
I wore it on my wrist.
A flower wrapped around the list,
Of ankles cankled ‘neath a...Read More