Short Muddling Poems

In the un-engraven word
Muddling tensions persist.
Joy labors not,
But joy can be found through labor.
The grays are shining at night.
The grays are shining at night....

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Slowly but surely, we're muddling through
We'll make it to spring, I'm promising you
Won't be too long
We'll hear robin's song
And once again enjoy the laughter that ensues


© Jack Ellison 2016...

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we are actors

arguing in 
plotless movies

performing within
disconnected realities

muddling through
absurd battles

hoping for 
direction

striving to
make sense
of our roles

in a
cosmic
Cinema 
of the 
Absurd...

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Missing you alot today
In every sense, in every way
The fact you won't be there tonight 
Will make me sad without the sight
Of seeing you right next to me
Or anywhere by that degree
Your presence makes my spirit soar
I want you with me more and more...

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WHEN

When life review is an unconscious calling,
It is closure that’s invisibly in the room  

When muddling in the mire of memories,
It is evolution that’s your angel of bloom

When emotions of the past are churning, 
It is salvation that’s your future to groom...

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Condensed, 
thin as this paper
between the hard tug 
of time and gravity  
and the moist weight 
of my fears

A puddle, a mere,
a human life;
still breathing, 
thinking, wanting,
muddling through

I fear now, I must wait
in shallow dampness
for a warm sun to 
dry these tears,
then rise and
become a
cloud...

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Minds know what minds know
Minds don't know what minds know
Minds don't know what minds don't know
Shared beliefs, ideologies, cultures
Distanced psyches
Silence melts in silence
It speaks louder than words
Mysteries of the mind
Where beginning, where end?
All appear a whole, twitching, muddling game
Silence means a lot
And continues the enigma
Of separation and fusion....

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Silence encased 
Even the fadest sound unheard
Only the voices in my heart muddling violently
In a vicious noise, without even making a sound

This weakness is Your gift
To keep me from arrogance
This doubt is Your gift
To guide me to Your arms

But when the heart just can’t understand
Brace me, my True Love
To keep me in this journey, no matter weary
Towards the true meaning
Of life...

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Furious scowls reveal marked displeasure
Void of joy, she pointed her finger
Muddling through a decayed existance
Cloaked in hostility  she sputtered and hissed
While keeping her life clenched tight in a fist
The goddess of war reigns pained indignance
Afraid of losing control, she tightens her grip
Unable to unlock the secret of this spiritual disease
The angry spirit of menacing flesh has thrown away the key






KA  2003...

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Sometimes one has to retreat 
From the controversial world
To find an inner calm
To stay deep in the sea like a coral 
Smiling all the way
Dancing softy 
Listening to the soft flowing of the sea
Enjoying the calmness of the sea
Watching the wonderful muddling of schools of fish
A sudden emerge of a diver will bring 
An admiration of the human being 
From the outside world
And also a great pride and satisfaction
Within the coral...

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My broken spirit's glad to meet its death.
The hards of life can blind my eyes.
A pawn moves on the surface dead
and digs its layer and then dies.

My dream is muddling all the real life.
Shades, lights – they play a gist of fate.
Black squares are blending with the night
and whites are similar to days.

The sand of life does vertically slide
and a horizon's near and too far.
Chess-men move to and fro behind the line.
Eternity and Life are meeting fast....

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benevolent truth
sat next to me 
on a couch 
spotted in red and green stars

our freinds suround us
some around the pool table

a complex muddling of voices bombards the oncoming music
as it crawls up the rigid wooden stairs
and with all intents to greet the poster above our heads
of a turtle with a banjo in its lap 
and large tie-dye letters
that spell out the name of my favorite song

the same song
being blasted by the slightly intoxicated band downstairs....

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Coping with a prognosis,
for some seems difficult,
but a flicker of hope
lingers in my heart.

Viewing death as devastating
is tantamount to snuffing
the inner candle,
a prelude to heaven’s glorious light.

Even as pain encumbers our abilities,
muddling our sense of reason,
bask in the glow of optimism
that earthly life is but a passage.

Through the tunnel we see a beam
that resonates through our souls.
A single candle illuminates
the path to eternal salvation....

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                  ...Right and left
                          ‘Twixt 
                        Hern hips
                              i
                        Muddling
                           Mine 
                           covet

                      Up and down
                           ‘Long
                        Mine risen
                             she
                       introducing
                            hern
                          grateful…...

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