a pig
so big
snoring
boring
stop bite
no right
rude guy
blue sky
mumbled
grumbled
shaken
bacon
a test
- suggest
Dried land with the shallow mud cracks
Barns remained with the empty sacks
Rolling tyres in the soft soil dust
Stained the leaves with brown coated rust
Scotching waves blowing all over
Unsown plants turned into stover
A curse of God! A few grumbled
Global warming! The learned mumbled
The farmer looked up at the sky
In dejection, he made a sigh
On the eyelid, a pearl drop splashed
At once, a thousand watt smile flashed
the surgeon cut me open,
he took a step back, in awe, frozen
the surgeon mumbled with a astonished look
“wow…this is perfect, i mean…absolutely textbook”
the room filled with doctors nodded in agreement
my spirit watching from above felt seen,
as if it was some kind of achievement
that statement resonated with my soul
it stitched every broken part of me whole
it felt like the kind of love i’ve yearned for
as all eyes were on me like fine art hung carefully in a museum,
and i hovered above weightless filled with freedom,
i finally felt fulfilled, despite the source
all while looking at my half alive corpse
The Crow
His three-times-a-week nightmare voice was scary
until it wasn’t on Halloween morning.
His voice changed to calm. And, that was scary!
His scary voice he was mourning.
‘I’m so down because tonight in
the garden I won’t be able to tell very scary
stories (in
my not at all scary
voice) to my crow friends!’ he mumbled to
himself on the barbeque.
The turkey’s held up signs
Protesting the Parade
“We were here before the Pilgrims”
They sought back-up from the Pumpkins
“Where were you on Halloween”, they asked
A Deer in a red vest strutted across the meadow
An old Owl shook its head from front to back
It gets worse every year mumbled the hunter
As he loaded his slingshot
An escaped lab monkey
Built a fire in the distance
As a feral cat
Longed for home
Westbury where skyscrapers scratch clouds,
And backstreet murmur under glowing hum,
The metro slumbers,but terror thunderous crowds.
Laaities hone okapis where mumbled thugs come,
Each gangway a rabbit warren of cries,
And moms grab the dark,awaiting some.
In kangaroo courts blood thirsty 28s and 27s rise,
A revolver roars,the night asks but none says a prayer
While guiltlessness is sold in whispered lies.
Yet in this war,the lane hides myths rare,
Of youngsters who dodge the deep state,running fast,
Their footprints rebound,shivering through the air.
Westbury your skyscrapers check out the die cast,
Each brick a testifier,every lantern a guide,
The twilight is long,but hope remains at last.
The matriarchs of sections keep life supplied,
Their pleading a vein hope under mortar veins,
Where cowards hide,the soul of Westbury won't die
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Chug Cramproll made his heelstand in Buffalou so the story goes.
He sprinkledd sand on a surface
and made percussion sounds to the amazment of an audeince.
The song "Mumbled" was used as his entrance theme.
It's beleived it was remixed to the standards
of Modern sounds to have
a edgey Urban feel. " Jive Talking" Cat Vamp was said to be his manager.
"Scatt " and Bebop accompanied them to the ring. Off the wire these sounds like
"oh-be Doo-Bee" with some "ahh-you ahh's"
the debutting sounds of reasons.
So Right" and Yubbia Yubbah"
modern talking swing grooves.
When asked about that debut he said
" I'm a fool to want you: you know
that's life: thats the way it's gotta be!"
Where's that Crooner man; WWhere's that Crooner?"
Zu Du-dum: ooh we!
ahh wee ah!
OOh-wee!
Written: August 28, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Joseph May
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building celestial diamond — eolith fog glamor
yet not every flame is meant to last
there were no sacred vows, oaths, or clamor
just the gentle whisper of a love we outgrew
amber breezes carry dancing embers
not every farewell requires a curtain drawn
ruby leaves drift slowly, tracing days' tempers
while breeze sings dulcet songs on the worn trees
kindling leaves mumbled nostalgia’s orchestral pulse
akin to the gentle blinking of newborn stars
the harvest moon glows with ancestral impulse
casting shadows shaped such as memories
fallen gold blends with ivory joy
where owls sing hymns in a minor key
hope flickers in the silence of every decoy
as roots hold secrets only the night can view
In the heat of prior confrontations,
My tongue, well then, was typically tied.
Later, with all the right conjugations,
Well then, my tongue, so easily replied.
CURSES, I Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda said,
But, no one heard, as I softly mumbled.
Cuz, all the right words, dancing in my head,
Tripped out of my mouth, completely jumbled!
The city held its hand out to you and you felt like you’d become.
The flashing lights, drinking and dancing nights is where your adulthood had begun.
The wayward walk and drunken fights where no logic had ever won.
Pride or is it sorrow now fills your mind, to see what you’ve become.
The years fly by and your reflection starts to cry as you realise age has won.
You still feel young and ache for the careless, never ending fun of those nights you had in the sun.
Now creaks and pains try their hardest to remain as you try to remember lost loves in days now gone. You realise when your mind tries to rationalise how old you have become.
Where once stood so proud your youth and glory so strong and loud now looks back at you in mumbled confusion for why that strength and confidence cut and run.
As I fondled my plunder
A wind from down under
Got caught on the breeze
It wafted and floated
But still I felt bloated
And dropped to my knees
As it tore me asunder
I recalled days of thunder
What'd help to appease
My stomach just rumbled
In agony mumbled
Some TUMS if you please
Took more than two rolls
Prayers read from dead scrolls
To cure this disease
But then belly now loaded
The wind then exploded...
And blew bark off the trees
they wheeled me in like a busted fridge
metal bolts, the stink of bleach
my hands were calm for once—
you'd think I'd scream,
but I'd already done all my screaming.
a priest mumbled junk at me—
I asked for a cigarette,
he gave me god instead.
the guards were kids
shaking like leaves
they strapped me tight
like I was gonna run.
I looked at the bulb overhead—
thought of the girl in Idaho,
how she laughed
before I broke her neck.
I almost cried.
almost.
they stuffed cotton in my mouth,
clamped that steel cap down
like I was a bad battery.
somebody puked.
someone else prayed.
me? I grinned.
the juice hit—
a million volts of penance.
my spine tried to climb out,
my teeth danced,
my bowels gave up.
and still
it didn’t feel like enough.
not even close.
Play staged, they came,
mostly strangers to the stage,
as first time viewers,
to watch the play -
'Stranger Things: The First Shadow'.
Noisiest crowd I ever heard,
au naturale, to boot.
They ate popcorn, mumbled throughout,
if bored they left,
if frightened they screamed,
if spellbound they gasped,
if awestruck they sighed,
if saddened they moaned.
The live stage play
in Charing Cross Road was
veritably Elizabethan,
with Shakespeare backstage
in the bleachers.
My inner voice, is a two-faced bard,
That takes all credit when a win is starred.
But slinks away and hides when the outcome,
Doesn't match what it said, what's to become.
Can I read its doubt in the quiver of its sage?
Or in the mumbled, jumble of its feeble grab to engage?
It can be so assertive when it has brace of winners in the bag.
Who am I, to shun the chance to cheer a winner's brag?
Your inner voice learned to mimic all your plays,
It's like just a ventriloquist in so many ways,
With you pulling the strings for its 'Simon Says' and 'Nays'.
'Tis the script behind the curtain that the prompt obeys.
Simon Says: "Jump",
Simon Says: "Sit",
"Stand" - Ah Hah!
Gotya! There!
That one day
Was it warm?
She couldn't tell
She was furious
That one moment
Everything was unclear
It seemed normal to him
Not really for her
Black is his color
Pink is her color
Waves are coming
They face it together
Yet, he walked away
She was left alone...
Mmm, she couldn't believe it
She kept asking why
He couldn't answer
Guilty? A big NO
Just don't know
Someday you'll see
What she can do
Foolish you are
Don't act innocent
'Cause you started this
"Go away", she mumbled
Then she was quiet
But... be careful
This is his last chance
Not to lose her...
But that's all...
It's the ending
Everything turns into a silhouette
Everything vanished
Wrong decision...
She waved goodbye...
"My love.... I can forgive"
But...
Forever you'll be forgotten
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