Short Murmured Poems
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A poet once tried to rhyme “turmeric”:
he ate ten big jars, and then murmured “Ick!”
His taste buds murdered,
poor dear old Bernard
bolted up three flights of stairs to be sick.
A priest from a bare dusty road
picked up a stone
to install as God in his home
while other stones stared.
They murmured and grumbled
"He is just like an ordinary stone like us."
Your home fills a rancid life
Yesterday was very refreshing
But agonizing voices murmured
Through the shivery cold
The moon's sight peers through
Your bloodstream zapping it
With a vinegary feeling
Darkness masked my view
I left shocked like dumb
Stellar murmured smackingly
Demanding my activity
The comets obscured my mind
I had no choice on it
Smackings and whispers in my ear
Made me active!
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Drac, Wolf, Frank, and Claude
Bela to Lon, doubtless psychosis,
Karloff insert he needs hypnosis,
those three murmured on,
awe night till scared dawn,
Rain unseen flights for diagnosis.
2020 October 09
Colors arrive with pageantry
On canvas represents artistry
But outside make up existence
Although can become meandering
Literally murmured of course
The controversy with cerulean hues
© 2011 Kevin Stock
The sword sat on Brigadier’s table,
thinking how she ate flesh of enemies
in the battle-field in bloody front-line
“I wish I could have change of diet
or just fast for a few months to come”
She murmured to herself.
A Grinch in a hamlet of Whovilles
Stole credit cards, ringing up big bills
Without checking price tags
He murmured, “Bah, Scumbags”
For this is how grinches get their thrills!
*January 3, 2015
So simple and so sincere
are the flow of meaningful words
spoken with infinite tenderness,
and these have ultimately changed me...
restoring this faith that was of another sphere;
murmured with and convincing tone so astutely.
He wrapped his arms on her
Crying, "It's too late"
beneath each tears dripping
Thoughts say, "It's too late"
She was his diamond on the rock
And the summer on his winter --
O sweet metaphors
Murmured on her grave.
"It's too late".
In spite of the despot, I reached there
like an obstinate roaring lion
to strike the crystal ball, in vain
they laughed at me, my passion.
In the glimpse of light, I murmured
to myself, not to fear, not to tremble
for, this is the sky of your life!
Grace,
she sang
as she danced
in slow circles
her voice of rich gold
Held the babe in her arms
kissed the wet blossom-lashes
and cheeks that glowed of plum and rose
With her song of murmured tunes she wove
a coat of stories that she wrapped around.
She is beside me;
Flowing, golden hair,
Eyes of sparkling blue,
Lips gently smiling,
Lighting up the room
I feel her warmth,
Burning desire.
Deep gratitude,
Eternal love
Sighing breath,
Murmured words,
Soft laughter
Shampoo
Chanel
Her
Behind each unvoiced whisper
a shouting heart remains.
Beneath a raging heart
words unsaid speak on.
Within each murmured thought
a shallow grave endures.
Behind words once spoken
lay all things broken.
Enclosed within an unheard whisper,
a raging heart.
You whispered in my ear,
a breathy secret, hushed.
“I love you”, you murmured.
I said nothing,
lost, in your arms,
I found a home. At last.
“I love you”, you said,
I said nothing,
lost in my thoughts,
I found peace. At last.
“I love you”, you said,
words failed me then.
They still do.
Form:
Two friends went on a weekend tour
All night one of them did snore …grrrrrr
The other sat up
She could not put up
She murmured “What awful bore!”…rrrrr
Nov.18.2022
A Fun Holiday Limerick
Syllables- 8-8-5-5-8 ( HMS )
Sponsor- Tania Kitchin
The earth trembled and all felt fear,
Some murmured a prayer.
Most ran out. oft tumbling the stair.
Faithless led to despair.
Apathy led to bars,
Others caused some crashed cars,
Most escaped to watch stars.
Sin dissembled.
The earth trembled.
15 September 2021
Quietus
Wanting to cook
the catechist refuses to use fire
because every fire smells hell
She made for herself
A snow ball with a core
Inside was hot red charcoal
“Possibly I will now cook”, she murmured
But hot charcoals melt away snow
Face to face she was with fire
The rejected became her master
Auburn Autumn with joyous jasmine
Attractive aroma : Supreme ! Superfine.
Breeze blows to reminisce, remind !
Dormant desires are to mesmerize mind.
Nausea nostalgia
of old memories murmured to glow
My father's favourite sweet scent flowed
It was one of those
Kind of afternoons
When ball games were heard
From open windows
And houses had porches
And porches had swings
Where voices murmured softly
Into velvet humidity
It was the most precious of things
In the most treasured of times
It was a root beer float…
Kind of afternoon
Form:
Mind has many doors
At times it's an unknown peninsula
A labyrinth at closer look.
Move scum slovenly
Or else you'll lose yourself
Dreams,swarming feelings
Make a slough of despondency
A slog of sorrow
Marshy land
Squirm through closed doors
Of turbulent mind
Hearken, mind murmurs
And get lost with
The way of the world.
Chicken on dry sliced rye,
at his neat
office workstation,
no garnish.
Suddenly she was there,
her chair roller wheels
squeaking.
Next time get a 'footlong' sub
with Mayo and all the fixings.
We could share it.
Messy he murmured,
studying his monitor.
A sigh,
as the office angel rose upward
on chubby wings.
How rainbows covet lily bells
that chime the dulcet birth of May
with murmured notes in fay pastels.
How rainbows covet lily bells,
mellifluous in shaded dells,
to mime in tranquil bloom manque.
How rainbows covet lily bells
that chime the dulcet birth of May.
5/3/18
Celebrate May with a Triolet
Andrea Dietrich
Chicken on dry sliced rye,
at his neat
office workstation,
no garnish.
Suddenly she was there,
her chair roller wheels
squeaking.
"Next time get a 'footlong' sub
with Mayo and all the fixings.
We could share it."
'Messy' he murmured,
studying his monitor.
A sigh,
as the office angel rose upward
on chubby wings.
Two drunken gentlemen
Holding each other up
They sang drunkenly
Drunk-and-disorderly
In a mood of melancholy
They murmured words of glory
Thinking that they got mad
The cop couldn’t understand
As to what they actually had
It was the pungent odour of wine
Along-with a cup of margarita and moonshine
They had on the full moon night.