#garble - Hello Poetry

a sentry guard laments the day his mother went out for milk a cool mist slowly approaches him and begins licking his boots unaware that his pinky toe is peeking out of his sock begging for a taste of the blistering wind he stands at attention a noice emanates from the woods at his fifteen hundred he totes his gun on his right shoulder and begins the approach the noise somewhere between shriek and shrill leads him to a clearing in the woods where he sees a man of not more than forty years of age speckled stubble upon his face walking around in circles with stick in the ground he's got that look in his eye a mutter a conversation a yell a symphony of sound peonies for the poor folk a bushel of roses for the dead dandelions for the prayers speckled as dust crackled as wood he who seeks fortune shall make do with crumbs fire overhead a love overheard this time there's no way out we litter the past we litter the waters we litter whatever is left of our hallowed grounds if only mother knew if only mother knew the sentry stands at attention he brings his rifle down from his shoulder and raises it to his face ah yes the garble

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Aug 14, 2024

Aug 14, 2024 at 2:44 PM UTC

camps

the garbage man garbles!

a sentry guard laments the day his mother went out for milk a cool mist slowly approaches him and begins licking his boots unaware that his pinky toe is peeking out of his sock begging for a taste of the blistering wind he stands at attention a noice emanates from the woods at his fifteen hundred he totes his gun on his right shoulder and begins the approach the noise somewhere between shriek and shrill leads him to a clearing in the woods where he sees a man of not more than forty years of age speckled stubble upon his face walking around in circles with stick in the ground he's got that look in his eye a mutter a conversation a yell a symphony of sound peonies for the poor folk a bushel of roses for the dead dandelions for the prayers speckled as dust crackled as wood he who seeks fortune shall make do with crumbs fire overhead a love overheard this time there's no way out we litter the past we litter the waters we litter whatever is left of our hallowed grounds if only mother knew if only mother knew the sentry stands at attention he brings his rifle down from his shoulder and raises it to his face ah yes the garble

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Dyslexia, mixed messages Everything so confusing Susceptible to misusing; A 'B' becomes a 'D' instantaneously And screws things up simultaneously. A short trip from insanity to inanity. Fiscal confuses with physical Turning laudable into laughable So quickly eyes can't disguise Whether one means the skies Or perhaps one means this guy's. If read, confusion and contusion Seem like quibbling over siblings But things like read and read Only different when they're said Take un-signalled turns in the head And instead come out backward, Which should be spelled backword. Muddling and confuddling resides Issuing thundering broadsides, Rendering and sundering any Blundering inadept ineptitudes Like some kind of garbled beatitudes. Some take hostile attitudes. Wheedling and wheeling away Beetling and saying it wrong; Maybe a song can be written And some tongues can be bitten, Taken aback by words taken back, As the Raven said "Never more!"

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Dec 24, 2016

Dec 24, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC

brent-kincaid

SHOOTING GARBLE MARBLES

Dyslexia, mixed messages Everything so confusing Susceptible to misusing; A 'B' becomes a 'D' instantaneously And screws things up simultaneously. A short trip from insanity to inanity. Fiscal confuses with physical Turning laudable into laughable So quickly eyes can't disguise Whether one means the skies Or perhaps one means this guy's. If read, confusion and contusion Seem like quibbling over siblings But things like read and read Only different when they're said Take un-signalled turns in the head And instead come out backward, Which should be spelled backword. Muddling and confuddling resides Issuing thundering broadsides, Rendering and sundering any Blundering inadept ineptitudes Like some kind of garbled beatitudes. Some take hostile attitudes. Wheedling and wheeling away Beetling and saying it wrong; Maybe a song can be written And some tongues can be bitten, Taken aback by words taken back, As the Raven said "Never more!"

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Costume clowns And closet clones Clutter up my world. Simulated simians, Both boys and girls, Ricochet like rifle shots In the hallways of my dreams. Honeyed hectoring Always more than it seems. Missing messages And mumbled grumbling, I find it quite humbling That my rhetoric is glistening To discover nobody is listening. But be assured, at its root Disdain will not make me mute. Despite the confusion Created by collusion, And the babble of rabble That grapple inside my brain What will remain after This noisy war is done, It will definitely be won. The race will be run Because I am number one!

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Mar 22, 2016

Mar 22, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

GARBLEDYGOOK

Costume clowns And closet clones Clutter up my world. Simulated simians, Both boys and girls, Ricochet like rifle shots In the hallways of my dreams. Honeyed hectoring Always more than it seems. Missing messages And mumbled grumbling, I find it quite humbling That my rhetoric is glistening To discover nobody is listening. But be assured, at its root Disdain will not make me mute. Despite the confusion Created by collusion, And the babble of rabble That grapple inside my brain What will remain after This noisy war is done, It will definitely be won. The race will be run Because I am number one!

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