Muzzles Poems | Examples

Admonitions Concerning Poetry Competitions

Tasks, by their very nature
are often painful to perform.
Polysyllabic pedantry exacerbates undertakings unnecessarily.
Strict contest-runners rate your
adherence to the stipulated norm.

Would Robert Frost perform feats
of wordplay? Or leave forsaken
such boring chores?  I airily
dare opine this, for Keats,
is the road not taken.

Like rednecks have their gun,
and German shepherds have muzzles,
one posits, all too warily,
that poets need their fun:
like doing harmless crossword puzzles.

Casting Stones

The unstoppable force keeps coming through
no matter the time with disregard
for place or weather
A matador of barbs grabs horns of bulls 
even when they mudsling in
herds together
It's coming together slowly piece by piece
as it does take time to
build a puzzle
The horn will keep blowing like trees in storms
even if it moves in silence
like loosened muzzles
The world is troubled because its people are
& everyone is lost within
broken selves
We need more people that are of use to others
instead of those that hate
& project themselves
Leave that part of you at home on empty shelves
as there's no room for it in this
house of glass
You shouldnt throw rocks as you may hit a neighbor
& that reflection of you 
is all you have
Take a look in the mirror before you cock & cast
as you never know what image
you might just shatter
Instead of pointing the finger try giving a hand
to be a solution in 
troublesome matters

O Hedgehog!

Hedgehog, O hedgehog
dear spiny, meek and mousy poppet.
In England
where the tickly grass grows
greener
we galumph in our rubber boots
up to your little
Hobbit nests
beneath the thorny bushes
were you rests.

We the ever scampy
nippers
fill tin cups with wriggly worms
leave then there
by your dinky
mossy dells.

All the pricky hogs
come from near and nearer,
to snuff and gobble
by the brittle briery
and eat their wormy mush.

Our mucky paws clap
in gay and giggly glee
to see that munchy feast,
their piddly
licky
muzzles
chomping -
quite charming.

Adults say, 'we will catch a flea'
from their pin pointy pelts.
yet we shrug
our never minds, and
our don't cares,

even bring
one tiddly tyke home,
smuggling it up the stairs
to coddle
while we playtime
with some jolly good
fun....

Strangers

Who are the people we meet in our dreams?
And see countries and places where we have never been,
People who recognise us and converse,
And we answer them,
I find that perverse.
We see our loved ones,
Who are dead
Is that their way of showing us
That death has nothing to dread.
Strange objects and pictures,
Make us wake up in fright,
Causing fear and anxiety
And sleepless nights
Bright lights and shadows
Are another part of this puzzle
That makes us aggro
Fierce dogs without muzzles.
Mythical people and comical clowns
Tramps and paupers,
Kings and queens wearing crowns.
Dreams involve us. We have no choice,
We may say the words from our lips,
But it isn't our voice.
Why do we dream?
Why is it so?
Will we ever understand dreams,
The answer is, No!



Previously submitted 2022

Strangers

Who are the people we meet in our dreams?
And see countries and places where we have never been,
People who recognise us and converse,
And we answer them,
I find that perverse.
We see our loved ones,
Who are dead,
Is that their way of showing us
That death has nothing to dread.
Strange objects and pictures,
Make us wake up in fright,
Causing fear and anxiety
And sleepless nights
Bright lights and shadows
Are another part of this puzzle
That makes us aggro
Fierce dogs without muzzles.
Mythical people and comical clowns
Tramps and paupers,
Kings and queens wearing crowns.
Dreams involve us. We have no choice,
We may say the words from our lips,
But it isn't our voice.
Why do we dream?
Why is it so?
Will we ever understand dreams,
The answer is, NO!

Those With Stars Those Without

Just one election cycle ago
those without masks were scorned
bullied out of churches and stores
now its the other way around
(sneetches with stars-sneetches without)

They've really got the masses scrambling
dividing us by 
skin tone
a bug
chromosomes
a wall of fear
our division is becoming a chasm
deep and wide
no climbing out 
except on the broken neck of Christ.

My -my how easy it was to control the masses 
without firing a shot
with a blood red flag and yellow stars
pocked with microscopic bugs
nights of broken glass and burning books all over again
those with stars those without

In case you haven't noticed..
our division is their strength
our chains-their liberation
we the sheep have surrounded ourselves
the red wolf is picking us off one by one
blood on their plutonium muzzles

Maybe the antidote IS a semi-automatic
brimming with a hollow tipped Christ..
freedom isn't for free
never was
those with stars-those without







0

Shadow's Night

Shadow’s fingers
shred the cloak of midnight:
starry security for my fragile temple.

Shadow’s nails
incise the white porcelain of my neck 
with deepened lines of red.

Shadow’s palm
suffocates my breath
and muzzles the wailing cry.

Shadow’s eyes
bore holes into my secrecies
and widen them for ill use.

I’m acquitted only by the sun’s rays.
The fierce irony: handsome night betrays.

Plow Horse Woman

A plow horse woman without ribbons or accolades
outworking the glittering high stepping 
show horse parade.
She'll never get promotion she doesn't play their game,
She just puts in an honest forty- five
lays another callus on the day.
    You'll never see cherries on her knees. 
from climbing slippery corporate ladders.
There's no aces up her tattered sleeve 
her conscious is free from clutter and clatter.
Year after year she churns row upon row, 
while she'll saddles no heavy regrets.
Making "the man"-another pot of gold.
Her sparkling soul is made of blood and sweat
not from stabbing flanks or tossing stones.

    In the fading season when all crops are in
she's earned that dapple of golden shade
as the show horses parade plastic ribbons
while wiping their muzzles from their shame.

Mera and Reva On a Fall Morning

When they sensed that it was time for a walk
Mera showed her happiness with some cheerful barks
Her energy indicated gratitude in anticipation of fulfillment of such a simple task
Although very eager, Reva was standing silent showing her big sisterly protocols

Start of the walk was exciting as usual
Both were prepared with their leashes and collars
Tails were wagging with joy and enthusiasm
Muzzles were ready to snuffle and relish outdoors 

Roads were looking vibrant with autumn colors
Fallen leaves had spread carpet of jingles
Overjoyed Mera couldn’t get enough
Kept sniffing shrubberies in every corner

Reva kept herself busy marking her terrain
Drawing satisfaction from leaving traces in the domain
Mera’s creativeness was brought out by wet grassy scent
To justify her elation she had to take quite a few circular steps

The duo walked forward to another neighborhood
Smelling more sidewalks and bushes in passionate moods
A pale green round thing was spotted by Reva’s eyes
Her happiness increased when she got hold of that device 

The walk concluded with delightful admiration
Both returned home with minds full of appreciation

Missing Muzzles

I know it may seem silly,

          Just a pointless little task,

               But I've noticed it so often,

     That I felt I HAD to ask ...



I wonder, with typed emojis,

          Just where the lil' dash goes?

               Cuz faces just aren't faces ...

     Without a lil' dash NOSE! ;-)

Mellow

Autumn commute here
Straight face sans lost cheer


Autumn in wet rain
Wanders with earth's pain


Autumn air swallows
Grace feels so mellow


Autumn in full swing
Prepares for sleeping


Autumn flair coldly
Devours bold fancy


Autumn in pure surge
Last sun to frame urge


Autumn wears a face
As yellow tints trace


Autumn in brisk May
Surprise on the way


Autumn cottage feel
Cold draft muzzles will




Leon Enriquez
16 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT

Recon

RECON

We push noisily through the brush
and then hear the challenging voices;
two grenades should pave our way
to make a charge while firing rifles.

Dusk preludes and we see the strobe
flashing of far too many muzzles;
Nguyen takes his hard slapping hit
I trip and fall weapon beneath me.

With no other choice the team retreats,
when too small to fight we tend to flee,
eight rifles won’t give much voice;
with these odds running is healthy.

Voices roam as NVA begin their search
chatting as they hunt for our bodies;
so very tense I try not to breathe
feeling their footsteps brush by me.

Poor Nguyen’s body they quickly find,
but they will need to search for more,
two grenades means more bodies;
with darkness their search turns futile.

Footsteps surround as I slip along
sliding silently on my stomach;
all through the night this is my flight
as I avoid becoming another statistic.

A bad walk like this in Vietnam 
means I most likely would vanish;
unless I continued to strive and slide
suppress fear and commit to survive.

Moments

Ask the whimsical bard:
Why then make easy hard?
Paradox gripes the bard,
Yes we know that life's hard.


We craft fine riddles here:
Prize puzzle that muzzles;
Paradox dangles clear,
Quirky jigsaw puzzle.


Can sorrow find deep sleep?
Joy watches as we weep;
Grief clusters ever deep,
Zoom into final sleep.


Zest knows fest brews fine jest:
Seek to live your fond fit;
Adjust your vocal quest,
Match paradox with wit.


Know that which you now know:
Mad and bad, sad and glad;
All in due time will show,
Glad and sad, bad and mad.


Feel the windy breeze sneeze:
Why this fickle fancy?
Dance dizzy dreamy squeeze,
Sketch paradox easy.




Leon Enriquez
05 October 2017
Singapore

Missing Muzzles

I know it may seem silly,

          Just a pointless little task,

               But I've noticed it so often,

     That I felt I HAD to ask ...



I wonder, with typed emojis,

          Just where the lil' dash goes?

               Cuz faces just aren't faces ...

     Without a lil' dash nose! ;-)

Printed Teardrop

From the look out of a sun stained window
The bottom half of thick misshape clouds
resemble the motionless hilltop tree line
which stands beneath waiting to connect

Cradling mashed regret
from an inverted credence
The mystic pause between
overcast and sapling bleeds.

The strain of caged expression
leaves a trail of mocked kindred
As the sun sets on shush
Heel and toe mark the shadows.

Fear muzzles the sorrow
A dense moisture fills the air
Birds pass by unsettled
to the rumble of thunder.

One apology that is blind to see
Rough voiced with words that mean nothing to tress
And clouds with a space between that seems bottled
with connection breathing, "we can't be".

• Short Muzzles Poems
• Famous Muzzles Poems
• Best Muzzles Poems
• Read Muzzles Poems
• Long Muzzles Poems
• Muzzles Quotes