Short Mumbled Poems
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To eat or not eat
These are the words I mumbled
I am on diet
This shouldn't be difficult
Took some then down I crumbled
Martha made apple crumble
As she took it from the oven she stumbled
Martha was mad
I am so glad
No-one could hear what she mumbled
RESPONSE
Is it to be just a shrug
A mumbled ‘Whatever’
Eyes rolling upward
Or maybe that spark
With an engaging smile
And a happy ‘Yes’
a pig
so big
snoring
boring
stop bite
no right
rude guy
blue sky
mumbled
grumbled
shaken
bacon
a test
- suggest
It's many a year since I met you
tripped over my words, mumbled 'no can do'
Loved and laughed, laughed in love
~ when the world fit like a new satin glove
On Halloween night, the walking dead clones
Shuffle around with mumbled grunts and groans
But have no fear
When they come near
They would rather die, than turn off their phones!
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Mumbled murmurs emerge
Marooned rumblings wake up
Madcap mayhem threatens
Maelstrom rattles the room
Marred peace sinks in chaos
Moment secret is out
Mad how fast rumors spread
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and if you and I are
roses
so how much are
the words
mumbled
in the breaking
most tender of the day
and this world is perfect
like a seashell
left by someone
on a desert shore
blank stares
indifferent shrugs
cruel features
hostile mugs
mumbled answers
to detective's probes
Soros funds their side
no use booking these thugs
Woe to the ones with a sour attitude
Those who grumble in mumbled words so rude
Their poems sour the air
When one wrote of the 'Herr'
I've grown tired of this silly childish feud
Did you see how that cookie crumbled,
and then tumbled, and tumbled, and tumbled,
from the tabletop down to the floor,
and then tumbled and tumbled some more,
and did you hear the "Oh no!" that she fearfully mumbled?
Well I wrote that last one before getting to the mall
Walked my usual route with my son, then took a wee fall
Paramedics were summoned
Mini-stroke, someone mumbled
Had an ECG among other tests, passed them all
PHEW!!!
You are a total leech
sucking what is good for you;
Plagued with pitiful speech
always mumbled and garbled;
Never had a far enough reach,
you embarrass yourself;
Thieves always hide what’s true,
little did you see I am made of bleach.
Thrust in and out
Oh! I love your wrath you take on me
Slamming me hard into the bed
Smothered with sheets and
Screams mumbled by pillows
So harsh but the only way I can feel you love
Passionate and soaked
Spent and sticky
Dirty unto the Kinks
She slept,
Snoring as women snore
- kind of like unicorns doodoo
She mumbled,
Speaking as women speak
- kind of like dwarfs debate
She tossed,
Turning as women turn
- kind of like trolls tango
Her sleeping breath
- kind of like dragons sneeze
power trips
veins pulse
your tongue slips
sharp words
mumbled curse
fist
face
blood traced
knifes
veins lost
eyes rolling
back of your head
siren blowing
cops dead
racing forward
lead
snaps the air
bridge water
life without a care
Form:
late at night
a shepherd
woke his wife
I saw...heard
angels sing
in the sky!
it’s the wine
she mumbled
or UFOs!
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In this case UFOs is 2 syllables
Contest by Charles Messina
Placed 2nd
© 18th December 2018
I rail against it
Lean into its
Unforgiving wind
Curse its unfeeling cold
Savor fleeting moments
Left hanging
In quivering limbs.
Not time
But time’s assassins
Long trails
Forgotten paths
Unsteady gait
Wandering
In a morass
Of melancholy.
Searching for death
In mumbled
Prayers.
A crunch of snow
Alerts the prey
To freeze…
Or flee
A cat
Shakes it paws
Thinking
“shoulda used the litter box”
A dog
Rolls happily
Wrestling
Its inner puppy
The metallic sound
Of shovels
Mutes
The mumbled curses
Sparrows wait
For sunrise warmth
And the boring
Breakfast special
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The Elysian
Of a dawning in a brilliant twilight hoverance,
Skipping along an unmarked trail so unexpectedly,
Dared naught say out mumbled words offered without pure malice,
None receptive to my thoughts for a soulless oddity.
2019 May 10
*2nd Place*
Arbitrium Divisa
~~Gregory R Barden
I’m wrying to trite poetry,
I’m doing it all the day,
Wrying to get the turds out,
To must jean what I say.
Rumtimes the syme hust jappens,
Other wimes it’s tierd,
And the jeaning is all mumbled,
Fexactly as I eared.
So ease be plunderstanding,
And kentle as you gnow,
For wrying to get the turds out,
Is not an geasy way to owe.
I can not say the way I feel
Too unraveled, too unreal
I seem a range
Of contorted and strange
Jagged, the horizon lies
Untying the stars and skies
Moon and sun, between them keep
Heavy hours of uncaught sleep
Madness moves in lacy gray
Where coy slumber declines to stay
Mumbled noises seek amends
As the feathered weight descends
3/23/22
In the heat of prior confrontations,
My tongue, well then, was typically tied.
Later, with all the right conjugations,
Well then, my tongue, so easily replied.
CURSES, I Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda said,
But, no one heard, as I softly mumbled.
Cuz, all the right words, dancing in my head,
Tripped out of my mouth, completely jumbled!
A short slender stick,
I used to jot down
the word "flames"-
in the sunny sandy shore.
I wrote our names,
crossed out those the same
with excitement and hope
that my counting ended in love.
My cheeks turned to pale;
because it was only a friend,
I tried again then mumbled:
better luck to the next crush.
The high tide came
and washed out all, I left.
Form:
Silently
The words found some movement
Yet none
Attended
Filling the emptiness
Piercing
Through
The crowd out of sight
Striking
The wall
Right beneath the hall
They crumbled
Few mumbled
Surprised
The earth began to move
At last
The hope had been reinstated
Smile’s brought upon
Not by the day saver
But by the destroyer
Of the static world
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