Short Muffles Poems

white silence
muffles barren echoes
whilst earth sleeps...

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Soft and round,
stuffed with cotton,
Muffles my giggles,
Suppresses my sobs.
Buries my feelings,
Carries my throbs.
You feel my heartbeat.
You swallow my tears.
I fill you whole 
with all my fears
You assuage my bellows
my dear pillow.......

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snow and the blanketing midnight surrounds,

muffles the madness,

and snuffs out the sounds,

rising in billows 

from wandering souls,

fluff up your pillows

and stare through the holes,

letting in moonlight,

like eyes of an owl,

asking Who

loves you,

beyond deaths'

dark cowl....

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Magazine Madame measures mammoth mackerels
Manipulating measurements, marking misguided memos
Momentous mistakes moves and muffles meager mackerels
Manufactured mutilated memo mystifies many, milking money
Magazine magistrate Marine Morey measures mackerels
Making meticulous memories, mimicking Magazine Madame...

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Stoplight Fireflies


Stoplight fireflies blink yellow
over vacant intersections

Owls whisper on the mist
mime-like field mice listen

Soft surf muffles side step
clatter of crab legs

Feral eyes swallow
waning moonlight

A possum waddles beneath
blinking yellow fireflies.


©John G. Lawless
4/3/2017...

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Boston
city snow
falls gently on the Common
drifts lazily across the Charles
slows the Red Line flight
of late commuters
dampens the bedding
of the homeless
muffles the distant tone
of well fed preachers
welcoming all
to empty churches
throws a pristine blanket
of cold beauty
on a sunless daybreak

John G. Lawless
12/21/2020...

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Fading light muffles words
Sleeping in soft solitude
Of snowy thoughts fleeing fast
Gusts of heart burning mute
Forms whisper stanzas
Still in the gray brooding
Darkness like a doctor
Come to write the dead
In sheets of doubtful wonder
Wrapped in tears unmasked
Spirits of shared sorrow
Dressed in silky pain
Blind worms milk the love...

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Chartreuse moss insinuates itself
into cracked brick as leprous eucalyptus
line the path, fallen leaves contorted 
into coral spines on weathered terra cotta.

Traveling between the trees I stumble
upon one sinewy stalk in a lithe tuft
heralding the second coming of a lily.

May's slate gray 
muffles the air until I hear 
the chameleon trill
of a mockingbird....

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A faint quietness plagues the woods endless. 
A gunshot-like cracking a jagged stillness. 
Through exotic woodlands, in the darkness. 
Grassy to the swollen water's edge mess. 
A slight mist floats across the shining surface. 
The lake's surface has a modest brightness. 
Beautiful dawn's taboo sorrow muffles its voice.


Written: October 15, 2021...

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Prima donna cat had ruffles on top of ruffles.
She looks clown like said our clown Muffles.
She is doing okay, she looks pretty a butterfly said.
She was so thrilled, she danced way past his head.

Prima donna cat loved her giant pink tutu.
But she has lost her left pink ballet shoe.
I need some help she said as she danced down the hill.
As far as I know she is moving that way still....

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The cool evening breeze blends
With the warm beach air
And the damping summer fog
Rolls over the shifting sands

The twilight fog moves gently
Floating over the retreating waves
And the hushed empty shore
Reaching the hectic urban streets

Fog muffles the clamor
Of daily Life, as if
Tucking us all in
With A heavy winter comforter

Nature’s nighttime breath
Edges forward, Encircling,
Gently telling us
Be still, Good Night....

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The cool evening breeze blends
With the warm beach air
And the thickening summer
Fog rolls over the shifting sands

The fog moves gently 
Floating over the retreating waves 
And the hushed empty shore,
Toward the hectic urban streets

Fog muffles the sound
Of life, as if 
Tucking us all in 
With a heavy winter comforter

Nature’s nighttime breath
Edges forward, encircles everything, 
Gently telling us 
Be still, Good Night...

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As the waves slow creep ashore
drawn by the lunar tug
approach the castle’s gate

crabs skitter in the moonlit surf
soggy French fries, extra salt
seagulls lean into stiff winds

a sea turtle teases the tide
a distant light cautions all
as cool mist muffles a horn

castle’s will crumble, flags fall
history slowly recede
into endless lunar tides

the castles will rise again
new flags wave in shifting winds
as the waves slow creep away


John G. Lawless
©10/7/2021...

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