Short Blundering Poems

Blundering bodies
Find fulfilment in rhythm;
Let the Music in....

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Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group...

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blue jay’s blundering
Keeps the birds stirred up today
Blue jay rejection
Heart feels his loneliness
A social outcast myself...

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unearthly silence
in space there's no resonance
man's quest ongoing
blundering in deep darkness
without an invitation...

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the two footed tackle
we would deem most likely to raise authority’s hackle
so better the elbow
to the back of the head like a blundering backhoe....

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Forced me into the birdcage
nervous while plundering
The lash around my neck
result of blundering
Awakened my wrath 
vigorous equally thundering
Lost in panic, 
facade of a dervish wondering....

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Forced me into the birdcage, nervous while plundering
The lash around my neck, result of blundering
Awakened my wrath, vigorous equally thundering
Misplaced under the tent, pretense of a dervish wondering....

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I see the 
mathematics in her,
the whole family of scholars,
dispassionate judgements, 
their genius
and their madness.
I see the Schaeffer 
eagerness in me, a 
dynasty of tail waggers,
trying to please,
blundering....

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Rise
                          High, Tall
          Ascending, Emerging, Elevating 
   Climb, Escalation, Increase, Acceleration 
       Stumbling, Descending, Blundering
                        Low, Woeful
                              Fall...

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32
Thunder
Rolls
And
So do I 
Rolling
A cigarette
In this life
Of wonder
Lightning 
And my endless blundering
That simply has to end sometime
Very, very soon

(Excerpt from the ebook "Jail Poetry Vol. 1" Available !!NOW!! @ Amazon.com)
(100 poems $4.99)...

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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...

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Blundering into Sunday and wondering
why so early?

And yet life is ablaze with the
light of these days
so I rise.

There's sleep in my eyes
I should have left that in bed
but I never,
washing my face instead does the trick.

Picking out socks thinking how
my life rocks,
if Mother could see me now....

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She is as beautiful as sky's unwilling to rain,

on 69 degree days, 

up high where I have talked all the way down my walk so plain-

so whatever you heard of her blundering fame,
you must shout now how you'd love to die of shame!

Shame in names after the places you gamed-

toying with the very walls frame....

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fools
                misguided, gullible
        blundering, stultifying, erring
dunderheads, imbeciles, rajas, emperors
     reigning, succeeding, conquering
                 powerful, mighty
                         kings




Date written: 08/06/2020...

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You left us a sound  recording of the pronunciation
but I'm guessing my ien from yang
with no written list to escrow
I'm blundering trying to shoulder this word game
and my reve of speakeasy fades
like Icarus without wings
I'm left floundering
on the mais we
You've jettisoned espere again
and I'm still guessing at my letters
I need a dentist to perfect my rolling R...

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Thundering downstairs, my sister charged me with theft;
wondering, Dad  questioned  the source of her inquiry.
Blundering like a buffoon, at last I confessed, 
plundering her coffers, I had filched her diary.

Deft hands suddenly snatched  the book in question.
Bereft of my fun, I pulled a downplay, 
“Theft is taking and KEEPing something not yours.”
Left with nothing to speak of, I just stole away. 

...

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Thunder

Nightly crashing thunder
Blundering through the streams of my sleep
Lifting me from the valley of my dreams
Plunderer of my sleeptime
Invader of my dreams
Destroyer of my nightly slumber

From behind the closed blinds of my eyelids
The lightning demands to be seen
The rain on my rooftop insists on being heard

This family of rowdy bullies, absorbing my
night into their play
I do wish they’d go away...

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I’d almost forgotten
 
how you make the sun shine brighter

as you did yesterday 

taking  me back into your life

Where once I’d stomped my clumsy way

blundering on to blunder yet again

yes, while loving you,

but far less deserving than

I thought myself to be. 

 Despite your knowledge of my truths

you made a sounder, happier, more contented man

 than existed yesterday 

before you forgave me....

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Before I begin my muse
Tell me how could you use
The love I always choose
Want me to blow my fuse?

Beauty from my hidden bag
My magic wand loves to tag
Dazes me to walk always lags
Let these humans..? what fags.

Hold still as I slide on your back
In smoothness as perfume track 
Breezy, trusses skating as a sack
Blundering fools I hate to smack

Wonder a while you thieving packs
I am that great living elf don’t whack....

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“An Artist's Prayer"
By Rachel Heffington

I've seen the Master Artist's brush
In deer so quiet, dusky-shy,
I've seen His charcoal pencil trace
A tree against the evening sky.
His watercolors have I glimpsed
In fragile petals of a rose.
A pastel masterpiece I view
Each time a day is at its close.
I've seen His sculpture in the way
The waves conform the rippling sand,
So Lord, please take this amatuer
And guide my ever-blundering hand!...

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I apologize from the bottom of my heart

It was not right of me to tear you apart

 

At least I should have ask you 

Before I said adieu

 

I hope that you'll forgive me for my blundering attitude

I hope that you won't hate me because I was so rude

 

I believe you darling, please do not blame

Anyone else but me, I am so ashamed

 

My heart and my soul are intertwined with thee

If you don't forgive me, So Mote It Be...

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Every fragment of me is performing
To mimic You,
To follow You,
I’ve been mumbling through masks,
But none of their expressions match Yours.
I’ve been stumbling on stilts,
But they don’t lengthen my pace enough to catch Yours.

Every fragment of me is performing
To reach You,
To find You,
I’ve been roaming across ropes,
But none of them tie me any tighter to You.
I’ve been blundering between bars,
But they don’t hold enough weight to help make my flight any lighter to You....

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A town blundering in fear,
the power in a single tear.
Families and friends left all alone, 
all anyone could do was moan.
The servivors heard the sound,
of screams of those never to be found.
People  piled in a mound,
silence was the only sound.
Why didnt we know?
which way the water was going to flow.
Maybe it will get better as time goes on,
but someones family members are just gone.
When the oceans waves came crashing down,
many people were forced to drown....

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You think too much.
Brain stains are left on your skin,
it is now mottled with thought.

From moment to moment
your mind is a tumbleweed,
then a blundering tank
rolling over boxes of kittens.
Silence is your kryptonite.

Your house is a jumble
of intellectual clutter,
open books flutter weakly
piled high on chairs and table.

Some admire your erudite astuteness,
but you wife considers you mad,

as she, in her own quite place,
meditates upon emptiness.

...

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I'm laying here wondering
why things aren't free
could it be society blundering
that could be the key

I do not condone
the behavior of ancient Rome
yet they had entertainment
that didn't require a payment

I'll stay on that subject
a particular aspect
it was offered to the Plebs
Patricians and Equestrians regardless of their threads

Something when awry with Adam Smith's stand
a result of a greedy clan
this stuff just went through my head
"Give us this day our daily bread"...

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