mosquitoes mutter
against the backyard deck screens
they say let us in
kamakazie rain
drops shower on their squadrons
that's evolution
life just comes and goes
as if of it's own accord
and the humans dream
as if tomorrow
will always be there for us
we're just one species
stan sand
M and M ...
bitter chocolate Exodus groaning
Desert vile hope
melting in the fetter-free hands
Wilderness wandering lust ... Egyptian longing
Some wanting to shortly shackle return
to the chains of long captivity
Be slave pawns in Pharaoh’s wicked plans,
such a reprobate pity
M and M
death yearnings —
The Living God,
those err tomb walkers chose to withstand
Murmuring ...
desiring evil, carnal things
Muttering ...
hatred for the daily, manna offering
M and M
Brash Luciferin arm unatoned,
vocal stones
hidden hand thrown
Cast angrily without any godly fear,
the fiery serpent
bit the deaf complainers in the ear
M and M ...
dark chocolate moaning
Godless cries drowning
in the desert sea
The Rock turned the dry land
into miry sand
Quickly
putting the sinking souls
in the smoldering place
they beggarly wanted to be
In my mind the incessant rumbling churns
A thunderous rolling resounding roar
And in my heart a craving burns and yearns
longing to regain peace and drift ashore
where a native drum beats
every blue spirit meets
the muttering retreats
whisper intense
scent of incense
fragile defense
All hinges on a couple dreadful turns
Leaving shattered conquered fears at death's door
Safeguarding treasured hallowed selfie treats
precious silence
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 28, 2018 for contest THE PUZZLE OF MY RHYME sponsored by BROKEN WINGS - RANKED 6TH
Of restless moonless blue sky, no stars sway.
Through unfailing half-deserted winding
cobblestone lanes, wall sconces light the way.
Castle stone walls forged, dead ends are binding.
The muttering retreats
through half-deserted streets,
shattered recall repeats.
Forbid to know;
those come and go;
but, hush, it's so.
A whisper rambling brings a dreadful day.
Insidious sleep a chance of finding.
Fragile trouble soul disastrous defeats
which still doth grow.
5/27/2018
Poetry Contest: The Puzzle Of My Rhyme
Sponsored By: Broken Wings
1. The muttering retreats
1. dreadful 2. blue 3. fragile 4. shattered 5. whisper
To whisper in the eyes of a lover
and find the cold frozen tip of a tear
in silence, our blue hearts would discover
that love had become fragile and austere
through our emotion's brawl
and our dreadful downfall
inlaid in our heart's wall
to understand
our wonderland
turned desert land
The shattered love we could not recover
Had its time, yet we will always revere
The muttering retreats in our minds fall
like pouring sand...
5/25/18 contest The Puzzle of My Rhyme
sponsor Broken Wings
Night will whisper romance, 'neath the blue moon
Love will find eager hearts in which to glow
Stars above will twinkle a mellow tune
And passion will continually flow
delicate wings in sight
so fragile is love's flight
emotions feel just right
moments like this
sharing a kiss
enjoying bliss
But heartache can emerge from love's cocoon
Hearts can be shattered by this dreadful blow
Till the muttering retreats on love's plight,
all seems amiss
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5-24-18
The Puzzle of my rhyme contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Theme: The Muttering Retreats
From now on- I will not fear my night dream,
will let the awful and dreadful linger;
and no matter how bad I will not scream,
at the inner sadness that must flicker.
I will seek a place blue,
with trees a deep green hue;
will not deny the true,
deep within me.
Oh, never free-
Whisper your plea;
till the muttering retreats- Call my name,
and though shattered, I am filled with hunger-
on fragile wings I come to where you flew,
to grief I flee . . . .
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May 23, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/The Muttering Retreats
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1025-362-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Within an old box
in my musty, dark basement;
I found my journals.
So many- sad, I held one,
a dusty book of lost dreams.
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April 9, 2017
Poetry/Tanka/Lost Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9958-23-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Spluttering, Muttering and Stuttering
Mandruka was always a spluttering
Wife was always talking and muttering
Then came Frank who was always fluttering
Golly, Molly was always stuttering
Mandruka’s wife yelled stop that blundering.
Written: Aug. 11, 2015
Theresa Marie W-C
Miranda:
talk to your restive soul,
elementally abstract.
Home –
was minimal comfort,
for the flying birds.
Clock,
to explode today
on your face.
You were eying
the bride,
in turbulent sky.
Who had
brought the moon
at Agave’s feet ?
Satish Verma
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