Short Mumbles Poems
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The first day
Chaos erupts
Mayhem mumbles
The doors open
The year has begun
Bite Size Poem no16 Poetry Contest
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
Don Corleone
stood alone
a mafia boss
that none would cross
Sometimes bumbles
often mumbles
his diction at odds
with cotton wads
Bubbling brook
mumbles beautiful poetry to the wind,
And as curious birch trees
lean in to hear its mutterings,
a swiftly running stream sings.
impassioned sky mumbles tasteless rain
a soaking measly carapace collects muddy remains
weather overbears a confessing cloud.
For Carol Brown's 'Nature comes to life' Contest.
He
mumbles
cryptic terms
to spring a love
he has camouflaged
in the shelf of his heart
Though dust has cumulated
He managed to pave his way
to attain her secluded fortress
His gestures decrypted what words failed.
mumbles
of the infinite
lyrical
rows of light
in flat spaces,
a visual
sensation
the soul
floating freely
vestiges
free of
stress
to
contemplate
discern
and..
..delight
Slumber mumbles, grumbles, banters, blubbers and blands
Loose lips leak trailers from secret dreams, slumber shorts
Blurted out with candid shout, trembling feet and hands.
Only the hearer knows what said when sleeper talks.
Jack doesn't smile 24/7, sometimes he's a mean old grouch
So Cathie says, “till you're happy again, go sit on the couch!”
He mumbles and sneers
A spoiled brat he appears
Till a dirty big grin reappears on his snout
Jack doesn't smile 24/7, sometimes he's a mean old grouch
So Cathie says, “till you're happy again, go sit on the couch!”
He mumbles and sneers
A spoiled brat he appears
Till a dirty big grin reappears on his snout
Jack doesn't smile 24/7, sometimes he's a mean old grouch
So Cathie says, “till you're happy again, go sit on the couch!”
He mumbles and sneers
A spoiled brat he appears
Till a dirty big grin reappears on his snout
“do it”
“ no one would notice”
“it’s just a scratch”
“ your overacting”
“superficial”
whispers, mumbles
when i’m alone
they never leave
never will
so i will not sleep
never, never will
when i can hear the ghosts in my walls.
A light shines bright into the window I can not see
A voice mumbles something like come with me
I pulled the covers over my head then I took a peek
I looked back at my husband who was fast asleep
So I whispered come back later ready he will be
In front of the class
she obediently stands
her fingers locked in cradled hands
with downcast eyes and trembling lip
she leaks a tear that sears her soul
then meekly voiced
and barley heard
she mumbles what she thinks the teacher wants.
Cold Monday morning
He mumbles under his breath
Car engine stutters
As he turns the key in vain
Temperature is rising.
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Written ~ 20th March, 2015
Contest: Tanka 2
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placed: 4th
Jack doesn't smile 24/7, sometimes he's a mean old grouch
So Cathie says, “till you're happy again, go sit on the couch!”
He mumbles and sneers
A spoiled brat he appears
Till a dirty big grin reappears on his snout
© Jack Ellison 2015
Bags of chips and empty cans,
the puddles of the drunken man.
Falling down cause he can't stand,
the stumbles of the drunken man.
Shange the shannels nothingzz on,
the mumbles of the drunken man.
He don't know nor understand,
because he's just a drunken man.
A stranger that I know
lies deeply in leafy mold.
We speak by mumbles in opportune nights.
He is always looking away
to some precious mystery
but I can't follow his eye.
He surprises me in many ways-
pulling those strings,
a pretense of wings,
unknowable things.
He see's kids
running
jumping
playing
but He, He sits there
still,
surveying
"This is the future"
He says to himself
As one kid goes down the slide
like a tiny little elf
"Protect this generation" He mumbles
as He leaves from under the tree
for the future is now,
Agree?
Late once more,
with feet unsure,
he stumbles.
Screams at his wife,
in a life full of strife,
and she crumbles.
Far from his words,
thinking in blurs,
he mumbles.
It's a game not to fall.
Her love is the ball
that he fumbles.
He glares with glazed eyes -
A slave to his vice.
Form:
She humbles herself
With her lack of ambition
A stain of sadness
In all that she wears
She mumbles through life
With words of conviction
banished from gladness
by guilt that she bears
She crumbles inside
From a need for contrition
A martyr for madness
she sits and she stares
Clear blue skies turn to dark storm clouds.
Fire burns, thunder rumbles.
Her mind full of cruel mumbles. She cries,
but her eyes remain dry.
Fire, thunder, death, and blood. She wants to so bad,
but something holds her back.
She grows weaker.
Death's strong grip graps hold tighter.
Form:
I guard my heart;
By love otherwise it will quench !
Guard my spirit by words
Otherwise it will wither!
Inside me germinate
the seeds of longing
Whenever emerged,
love blooming lilies!
Guard me by low mumbles
By generous lull poetry,
touches heart by sleepy kiss on the lips.
gleam in ale,
a glass of dark brew happiness
served on a marble bar ;
frothy inebriant,
a tickle to his moustache,
grown over moon's pass
juggled with solar heat
across the heaven's street, blue sky.
gleam in ale,
a froth for drowning
mumbles and grumbles
of life
a glass of dark brew happiness.
my heart weeps in your wake
for only yours to forever take
my tears they fall like rain
hoping to mend the pain
my life is shaken by your departure
only to make it just a bit harder
my thoughts are of you
thinking what did i ever do
my words are nothing in your world
just rambling mumbles said by a girl
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