Short Mutterings Poems

Bubbling brook 
mumbles beautiful poetry to the wind, 
And as curious birch trees 
lean in to hear its mutterings,
a swiftly running stream sings....

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that love flies by on silver wings
what hurts the most is how it stings
but rise we must for love it brings
us lonely little ding a lings....Don Johnson...

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mutterings
I see you in dreams,
those inconsequential things,
shaped in busy slumber.

I call to you - with
continual mutterings
- but do you listen?...

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good and evil go hand in hand, 
the propaganda flows just like the sand,
 where comes election time,
 mutterings of the mime,
 lies at attention stand.

Don Johnson...

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a glass butterfly,
with transparent wings,
rests on a wet fern-
          oh such lovely things!


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February 27, 2017



Poetry/Jueju/Simple Mutterings/Glass Butterfly
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 10029-88-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym....

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Branded
Written: by Miracle Man
8-10-2017

Uninvited thoughts from times departed,
Reverberate from mind’s obscure corners,
Residue from days long ago;

Ghost mutterings of clock and location,
When San Diego’s surf was up,
My time of life was young,
And life unstressed,
Before age launched its claim on me;

...

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my bedroom mirror is broken -
an arrant illustration of torment
wrists landmark a spectacle carved in crimson blood
damaged mutterings seeking acceptance
darkness in the corners of self
rapacious hunger cut off by unfilled desire
ribs devoured and exposed, but covered
hiding pain in plain sight
famished; none the wiser
with a cracked precision, I smile...

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Pelican 20-20
The Pelican stood an cursed awhile,
The air was like duck soup,
He'd been forced to walk 4 thirty miles,
His flapping got him poop,
The pollys here still deny,
There is no climate change,
Lock him up ol johnson, why?
His mutterings are strange,
The airports closed, no planes you knows,
The airs unfit to try?
Jumbo's gone, chicken barns, the go,
And sultry Pelicans caint fly.
Don JOhnson...

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I always listen to the mutterings
as they shuffle by
The disheveled genius
composing words that gently
hold emotion
The artist never rests 
for works remain incomplete
that hope of perfection
lost behind his eyes
The dancer in the rain
hides joy in movements between the looks
of disdain from strangers passing
The gentle notes that tease tear to cheek
from voices never caged
The alone who wear it
without choice...

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Surmised, assumed 
 Foreboding shadows brood 
 Like omens without mediums 
 Their strange impressions loom

 Blind they seem 
 Gloating as they gleam 
 Rippling, murmuring 
 Stifling a scream 

 On the brink of speech 
 Their mutterings recede 
 Occupied by the thoughts 
 Of the lost and in between 

 Conceit or dream 
 Mythic or obscene 
 They coddle with a moonlit bribe 
 Confiding the unseen 

 Written by © Raven Drake...

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And when she spoke,
sparks flew from her eyes
and the very meaning
of life ceased
making sense.

There were intense
mutterings amongst
the universal elders
causing the known 
worlds to shake,
planets did quake
and turn on their axis.

Long ancient dreams
were uncovered
and revisited.
Old maids returned
to young maidens,

all was forgiven,
peace waited quietly
in the wings and

everything old was
shattered,
making way for brave
new beginnings....

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My mind is on red training wheels
Muse is gone and I’ve got a thrill
In writing about shouting daffodils 
Moving around never staying still

Lost in thought a fun place to be
With original parts wonderful dreams
The art of heavy hearts creating
The next Noah’s ark in valley green

And they’d say you’re manic and mad
Why build an ark in valley green grass
They’d pick and jest with jubilant laugh
But time will tell and dispel peach path...

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Beautiful pink flowers with petals of rose
Blown by the icy wind into a delicate pose.

Untouched by small or large human hands,
A field of blossoms spread across the land.

Nature’s presence so perfectly impearled
In this violence, stolen from a dream world.

It’s far too difficult for our flawed hearts to cease
Their mutterings if we leave the scene in peace.

The soft gentle petals curl up into a ball,
Withering brown, crunching up and fall....

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When he's chalking trouble deep,

He'll be talking in his sleep,

If you peep, then you will find 

The fear that creeps in his mind;



Grunting and groaning in pain,

You'll hear him moaning again,

Those mutterings won't be clear,

His stutterings seem severe; 



He pours out his dreadful dreams,

A sudden shout, as he screams,

That cry of shock wakes him up,

His sleepy talk shakes him up.




(7 syllables per line) 


01/18/17...

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I held my baby
so perfect and very dead
and kissed his cold lips.
Till my last breath I will mourn,
my mourning shall shatter hearts.

I dressed him in blue
and laid him in sweet repose,
many passed with tears.
I had to let my boy go,
that parting haunts me ever.

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December 19, 2017


Poetry/Tanka/Simple Mutterings/Mourning and Parting
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9742-39-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym....

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