Muzzle Poems - Poems about Muzzle

A Life Hit ThIt was a life hit, A one after the other: For first, there was the coma, And just the idea of it To struggle with, but then, Afterwards my eyesight smudged Spaces, altered them, imposed Textures, shapes and colors. This was diagnosed (A complication from my coma) As Charles Bonnet syndrome. Hmmm... Tough call for an artist — Already dealing with proliferative retinopathy, and its...

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I remember growing up, I mean when I was very small I was not a bad girl at all. But Mom and Dad raised me to never speak my mind, To be a liar if need be, to get along with humankind. It was a boring childhood indeed. I did not know it was Ok to be me till I was...

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On the muzzle of the cat- in my bed lying, When he looked at me, appears a smile:- "Although a distant - I'm relative of a lion, And you just an ape, as a science define."...

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muzzle memories past moments lived not allowing them to escape into consciousness stopping them from invading the current state of well being not allowing them to cause a ripple affect within the sea of the soul breaking the clam waters that have settled down after time spent in silence...

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Above my hearth rests a muzzle loader I know not how old. Ah, could it speak, what adventurous tales to be told! Oft I've caressed it and pondered time and again, About where it was made and who its owners might have been! Lewis and Clark may have used it in their daring odyssey, To carry out Jefferson's dream and...

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it stayed in the chamber cause the safety was on never ripping through the barrel, the target left unharmed couldn't smell the sulphur or see the muzzle flash you should have aimed more carefully if you wanted it to last you got to feel the excitement of the live round in the chamber standing in the little booth surrounded by...

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dizzying array of situations...with which to contend time...that old adversary... has it's way but it can even mend moments can quite puzzle so written words my friend become my metaphorical muzzle...

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