Listen to the Wind
..."The answer is blowin' in the wind" ~ Bob Dylan, 1963
One fine day, I sat upon my hammock, swayin'.
I heard the breeze, and asked, "what are you sayin?"
"Would you truly like t...
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Categories:
mussed, baseball, history, humor, war,
Form: Rhyme
I Sat Beneath a Willow
...As I sat beneath an old willow tree,
low limbs shaded me on this summer day.
A cool breeze mussed my hair, setting it free
as I sat beneath an old willow tree.
Childhood memories inun...
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Categories:
mussed, memory, tree,
Form: Triolet
Less Than Words Can Tell
...Doctor Fell taught at University Park, like stars gather for enlightenment;
And was stern, diligent and upright, like pink cactus bloom environments.
He was dedicated to his striving stud...
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Categories:
mussed, anger, change, color, fantasy,
Form: Couplet
WINDSONGS
...I have soared above the Redwoods in their youth
Touched tips of frosted frigid icy peaks
Lifted weary aching migratory wings
Swept through the oily tint of present day
Enraged the sea, drove sh...
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Categories:
mussed, life, time, wind,
Form: Verse
Lunacy Loo Flies
...*** Lunacy Loo Flies ***
Beauuty, in a creature from
Among the most high;
In rythmic song while in her flight
Witnessng the realities and fancies
Circling the clouds —
Proud of her ancien...
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Categories:
mussed, bird, identity, journey, lost,
Form: Narrative
A Comb-edy of Hair-ers
...My dear brother Butch,
Hair are the highlights of my week:
I got a job at the Hairway to Heaven salon!
Our motto: "We color your hair or dye trying"
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Categories:
mussed, hair, humor,
Form: Light Verse
Goldilock's Little Dears
...She peeked through the keyhole espying a messy cool lair
she ate up the tiniest bowl she could find
disheveled, disarrayed, disordered were they with wild hair
She chose a tiny seat a...
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Categories:
mussed, analogy, community,
Form: Rhyme
Starving Artist
...Down on luck
Or luck lost,
You're stuck
In the muck
You've made.
Starving artist
Wearing twigs
And berries,
Your hair mussed
Locks tangled up
Like your life,
In dark pieces,
No chocol...
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Categories:
mussed, art, class, depression, fear,
Form: Free verse
Most Imp Potent and Salient Playbook Page
...Most imp potent and salient playbook page...
'bout fluffiness of hair after washing
Now get ready for...
yup intelligent persiflage
determining if potty "talk" gauge
correctly calibrated court...
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Categories:
mussed, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Political Verse
To Sleep
...Sleep's suspended awareness as nothingness reigns.
It's when bedding is mussed and disheveled is hair.
It's a welcome escape, anesthetic for pains,
And a physical must--time for rest and repair...
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Categories:
mussed, dream, health, peace, sleep,
Form: Quatrain
Staying Cool Memories
...Oscillating fans here and there in the house,
Naps in a cool cement basement,
Folding fans on an evening porch,
Dry breezes after twilight.
The ice man with tongs holding a 50-lb cube,
Throwin...
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Categories:
mussed, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Leached Sand
...The cloud-enshrined sun
The waves leaching away the sand
A whole world undone
Rose rayonnante de perle
Soleil soudé aux nuages
Un sourire de mère
Mussed baby petals
A rose-stem cut ere the...
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Categories:
mussed, child, death, heartbreak, life,
Form: Rhyme
Why Are You Worried
...He looked down to me, and asked so coy,
“Now do you see, you silly boy?”
A failing effigy, a dark being in employ.
If there is a smile, the fate has been decided.
A face posed in guile, hoping ...
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Categories:
mussed, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Jungle Scene
...Computer noise and tons of toys
And tattered posters hanging low.
Some week-old snacks and laundry stacks
And cluttered closet overflow.
With sneakers, jeans, and magazines
In mountains 'cr...
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Categories:
mussed, house, humor, sleep, teen,
Form: Quatrain
Nothing Was Like
...The Bones, they met me at the door,
All graciousness in Masque.
The Dust, it offered me a sip,
From its hip button flask.
The Bones, they shewed me handsomely,
Around the ball so bright;
All...
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Categories:
mussed, beauty, farewell,
Form: Couplet
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