Short Muddy Poems
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Oh, Lord
went down
a muddy road,
dirt sticking
in the ruts
of my shoes.
How long
before it dries
up, falls off?
The words were muddy
the feelings clear
The blues on fire
—the ending near
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Catfish lies in mud.
He slithers through slimy swamp.
Ah! Breakfast is here!
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muddy past
mud and sticks mounded
before the solstice tinged moon
the old muskrat knew
John G. Lawless
9/23/2016
Stan left his van out of gear,
Then to his surprise and fear,
The van started to roll
Toward a great muddy hole,
Where Stan watched his van disappear.
Muddy Mires
He is like a tree planted in muddy mires
which yields no fruit in any season
and whose branches have tattered withered leaves.
Whatever he does fails and pulls others under.
the dog is muddier than I feel
we are both grimy
gritty
ridiculously filthy
the dog and I
He’s been mudding
I am super casual
in my pajamas for the sixth day
we are a smelly matched set
Life is like a muddy bucket of water,
More we try to force clean it, messier it gets..!!
But if only we give it time, and don’t interfere..,
The mud would settle down, and you’ll have the water clean again!!
I see some mud
attached to my
bike's wheel.
I just don't take
notice since
my path is cemented.
Until, I recall
some path have
potholes soiled.
Now, I know
life on the way
gets muddy, sometimes.
“Do as I say” “not as I do”,
Is this anything for children
To see when they are brand new?
The confusions of life,
Are at best, difficult to traverse,
So why muddy the waters,
With contradictory actions and verse?
“Muddy and Misunderstood”
Your thoughts
towards me are
a reflection of
you
My thoughts
towards you
are more than
likely muddy
and misunderstood
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
He said it was muddy. I refused to believe it as it was snowing.
We were on a high avalanche.
But we were both too advanced in this world!
He said it was snowing. I refused as it was snowfall.
That led to a never-ending snowball!
Hurry, hurry, hurry
Funny bunny plays
Windy sunny field
Muddy small silly
Feels guilt
Feels sorry
Mummy still loves
Muddy funny bunny
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I was never particularly proud
Hearing Mother yelling “For cryin’ out loud!
I have just mopped the floor,
Before you opened the door
Muddy boots in the house are not allowed!”
May 28, 2021
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*God - When I say god, I mean an abstraction invented to quench a thirst, relieve an empty stomach, and kill your neighbours for one or both.
Out of the mud,
springs of solid souls come forth
smeared by the dirt,
but not stained with the stigma
in the vile sparks of inhumanity,
a wellspring of humanity is birthed
putting smiles on furrowed souls,
fiercely putting out the darkness
I am unabashed about the trenches,
from there staggering ingenuity sprouts!
By a creek I sink my feet
in yesterday’s rain.
A swirl of green water
sucks at my boots.
Water rats swim near
not afraid of my stillness.
A willow tree sheds yellow catkins
they drop like magical caterpillars
wriggling as they learn to swim.
I scratch an itchy nose,
creek, rats and willow dreams
sink away
into nothing much,
just the usual mud.
Down below the snow capped mountains stood a woman by the Muddy waters.the water flowed down through the river bed premonitions went through her head. Green acres stretched from side to side distancing beauty of a great find.a picturesque sight of beautiful landscapes shown brightly as the snow melted off the hills to the valleys below. Birds sang joyouslyand as clear as the morning sun.
Form:
The pavement grabbed
At the feet of the passers-by
Who passed by the puddles
And the mud
To get to the taxi’s,
Who, like a string of dirty pearls
Were threaded by the muddy road
Where many a flattened toad
Stared intently at the sky
The pavement grabbed
And snatched an unsuspecting shoe
Of a passer-by
Who turned and cursed
Whilst many a flattened toad
Stared silently at the sky
The silence, filled with whispers of turbulence
Crashed against the tide of an ephemeral moment
Perhaps fate has a strange way of entwining chaos
And we're meant to tie its loose ends with muddy hands
The affinity to tangle even the simplest ties
Is perhaps what's most befuddling
Yet I stand here
Pondering on this connection-
With our fitted glances and stolen good-byes
Could it have been any different?
Remembering the ways of the inner self
Knowing change came with much to upset
The perfect time to interject
Great worth
Tools of the completeness
Moving in place
Called help mate
Showing ture grit
Settleing for much less
Being content
The long haul cemented ahead
Faith in the main line seat
Erasing holds wanted need
Quick in the manner of solutions
Ready for the next set test
Lined with padded sureness
Ways of standing meeting the blank
Lessons learned in halls of wait