Short Mumbling Poems

this is just me
mumbling, mumbling
past 3 am...

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cell phone
          a clone of
                     mumbling


-May 30, 2019 Chattogram...

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Fumbling blindly in the dark

Grumbling finally hit the mark

Tumbling until morning light

Mumbling what a wondrous night...

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Lost in the blueness of thy pupils
Frozen where i stand mumbling that`s all said
Then your not meant for me touch moved my soul....

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You make no scence, 
Mumbling to yourself. 
I love you,
but
That is so hard to say.
Your tapping,
Singing the same lines,
Over,
and
over again.
Anoying the living hell, 
Out of me!...

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If walls could talk it would freak me out
That's really loopy, I'd just stagger about
Mumbling to myself
Question my mental health
Till they'd see it's me, then chuckle no doubt...

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Given Up All Hope

Of things, Trump never understood the scope,
While women, he would gather up and grope;
Always mumbling;
An idiot bumbling,
And on him we definitely did give up all hope.

Jim Horn...

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In Ranks Did Discover Dissension

While mumbling about then did mention,
Ended up going to a Trump convention;
Many had loitered;
Then reconnoitered;
In ranks we did discover much dissension.

Jim Horn...

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Modern Governance


Vote-bank thoughts and woes of dissent
Leave them lost mumbling  excuses
Making quick bucks their time well-spent
Leaving behind SCAMS in excess.


For  Gwendolen Rix’s  Chastushka form contest,  16th Feb 12...

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Their mumbling again
Wee folk of the rain.
Each word and each syllable
A lisping, spat out.

Yond this dark window
Heard from my pillow.
Off leaf, jumping. Off roof tile
Sliding. One by one.
Of all that drops by for fun
A great turnout....

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Walking through the streets of the urban lane
And smiling in the mind with the white cloud

I'm gonna rub the air and staring at the blue sky
Mumbling I'm with myself a song of fly

maybe everyone thinks me a vagabond in mad! 


-Tuesday, May 28, 2019 Chattogram...

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Patiently listening to the mumbling of the needy
I've tried to help them all
Forsaken, the loved ones remain wishing on my maybe
Grasping unto my spoken straws as they fall
I wish I could find heaven twice
This time to lift up and rejoice
To nurture every night, that ought to be nice...

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Life and Choices


The best choice
often spun the mind
into a muse mode
of many uncertainties  
Opening a tap
of running doubts
and chilling dread
We tread stealthily
mumbling our faith
even as we are burdened
with this prickling grief
we continue to pace
daring fate to its face...

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The sunshine climbs up the rooted ladder smelling the midsummer umber sentinels, that stand tunnel watch over later comers
shushing the interrupted lull wild that have succumbed to slumber.
Scented mumbling of dawn's spiral seraph rose pink of light lumbers.

6/7/2018...

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The feeling is neutral if not numb;
to the fact that most dogs are now rather dumb.
They waddle and limp to whoever has food,
regardless of thought or apparent mood,
led by hungers conjured and imbued.
Forgetting to hunt, they now excrete and eat all day,
mumbling and barking with nothing to say....

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Laser Beam Focused


                     Whichever the dream it is fundamental you remain

                      laser beam focused and not be downright confused

                      mumbling to yourself oblivious of voracious locusts









04/16/2021
8:25 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida  USA...

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I pluck its feathers
mumbling……he hates me
he hates me not….
Shrieking he grabs
the feather
its ink turning red
rage
quivering across
a fearful truth….
We are together
scratching
endless words
on nothingness.


©1/8/2018

Plucking The Poisonous Parrot Poetry Contest
Maureen McGreavy - Sponsor...

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Where is my frog bag? The computer geek asked.
We did not hear him. He was too well masked.
His mumbling and rumbling traveled to ears of a hag.
She thought it was hilarious that a man had a bag.
Not understanding he had cords of every size and kind.
He was a computer I.T. with a big, brilliant electronic mind....

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He wanted his cousin Jenny’s attention
So, he dropped from the ceiling upside down
His head landed inside a couch cushion.
We relatives had never seen such a trick.

His voice was muffled, so we did not know what he was mumbling.
We debated whether to go find his cousin Jenny or take selfies.
We took selfies....

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In this river we drown in light
A doorway blocked from me
Yet open to dry eyes

I can only hear your hands
Clutching that splintered wood as water
Rushes to ears like war

I cry at the notion
Of you stepping through that white door
Frame as you sip whiskey
In the next room over from me
Tv mumbling comforts...

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At the sound of the bell,
the boxing arena trembles;
the crowd's maniacal roar
explodes as a thunderclap.

Blood-crazed predators,
these gloved gladiators;
fiercely glaring, rushing,
breathing murderous rage.

Altar of wealth, vanity,
hurried sign of the cross,
hastily mumbling to God
of mercy...a bloodied prayer!...

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because I don’t know 
where to start or when to stop
I was circling around same spot 
over and over for some times and anyhow, I am at here

my heart, just like a mouse trapped inside a maze
encircled by the wall darker then the sunless sky,
is mending the soul became rag from the ages of abuse  
while grumbling and mumbling...

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In solitude I hear voices,
whispering,
demonic.

A mumbling,
that which my innocence can not decipher,
a frequency,
a pattern,
a code.

I am invited...
...needed...
...wanted...
...desired...

Sleep takes me,
I hear them clearly now.

They speak of terrible deeds,
and in my struggle to wake,
they force me to sleep....

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And in the end, we split up.
The dream immediately faded.
How many castles have we erected together, my dear?
What happened to the stories we'd been told?
The tremor of longing is as strong as ever.
Mumbling might be heard all through the night.
I am uncertain, and we grieved a poem.
How many tears have you shed, sweetheart?...

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Brittle, uneven nails 
Jabbing her skin
Kept her alert
While forcing a grin

Blank, saddened eyes
Skimming the faces
Sure, to keep moving 
Refraining embraces

A mumbling cycle 
Of indistinct chatter
Diverted attention 
From what was the matter

Leaving the impression 
She had little to say
With no one aware
She had a bad day...

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