"mumbly" poems
It was a weird hour when the sun towered
To be slick with moonshine
Cozied shirtless in a rope hammock
Belly-down like my six drunk buddies
Living loose and talking sweet
To bottles now empty of *****
So what is there to do?
Nothing, and that’s a cold fact for high noon
In summer, season of mumbly toasting
But when the humble glug-glug-glugging
Is done with, I’ll tell you, you
Have not licked liquor, not done your part
It’s us who got the moonshine start
Today, you turned your back on white whiskey, yes
We did the work and if it should hurt
I apologize we didn’t want to offend
If it’s the alcohol or if it’s the heat I can’t tell
But who knows why blood boils?
I can see that good-natured drinking
Is the drunk man’s toil
But we’re workers at heart, aren’t we?
And not many are better than us
Except for maybe the rice
Slumped over its stalks, fat on moonshine
Cure-all for the sick mind
Friend to all comers on a humid day
The clear sticky juice that burns all the way down
Dec 26, 2010
Dec 26, 2010 at 9:31 PM UTC
how is the weather today,
the inquiry semi-formally, mumbly delivered
(in pj's, eyes closed, body turned away)
and I softly smile for somewhere here
the poet-boy once wrote
"all my poems begin with weather"
and the composing begins, which of course,
is the decomposing of me-pieces
into nanosecond emotions
that each becomes a verses
until a certain voice
wise whispers "no mas"
my reply, nano bytes of me,
is a forecast personal and tailored
to our GPS location,
the bedroom
"Swami says
looking inside, outside too,
report and retort
it appears quite nice,"
(quietly semi-whispering,
100% chance of snuggling, followed by severe
love making, its arrival foreshadowed by lighting biting and
foot rubbing, and licking winds of heaving breathing,
conditions, we explorers of the caves and local mounts
so oft encounter on our Atlantic captive isle,
and bravely sally forth to face its bullets of kicks 'n kisses)
from under the covers,
we hear swarming,
warning bolts of
snorting derision
but this fire eating ,
most fearsome
nostrillian, reptilian morning beastie noise,
we hardy sailors hardily choose to ignore
but lack of detail is unappreciated so our response amended:
"looking outside, report and retort
it appears quite nice, with 100% chance
of showers of coffee and kisses"
which earns me a sweetie kick
all my poems, the poet-man once wrote,
"all my poems end with whether"
*apparently, this one as well.
oh well, oh well!*
7/8/17 8:14am
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
i wonder how
these love poems fade,
slither like snakes
from my mumbly mouth
and into your soft ears.
you are ten thousand miles away.
and i wake up to your midnight,
but there is no smoother sound
than your wholesome
hearty voice
whispering
"what's for breakfast?"
there is no time.
for when you are tired -
sweat dripping from your small forehead -
it is time
for the wind to pull me out the door.
so rest, little dove
close your eyes.
you know so little of
how deeply mine heart cries.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
My love for you is deeply skewered down to the pit of my soul
You fill in all the cracks and every whole
They're mending , you hurt them but the recovery is ending
I'm feeling trust and truth
Were on a higher peak
Climbing past
the pain
Was a bit of an emotional drain
But for you I had to stay sane
Deeper lessons were learned
And more respect was earned .
But this isn't for any benefits
It's for you , and what I promised
Seeking to keep my word, but humbly and not with pride/
Around you I used to get mumbly and want to hide
But I feel the security now
But i question if it's real, can't just see it now
I must feel and see
Cuz I want you to be as free as me
By being authentic
Forget the self centered and prideful egocentric
Let's move on and make our own world. Even if we've got to parish
I'll give u what i said I would ,
An eternal commitment, spiritual marriage.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
My love for you is deeply skewered down to the pit of my soul
You fill in all the cracks and every whole
They're mending , you hurt them but the recovery is ending
I'm feeling trust and truth
Were on a higher peak
Climbing past
the pain
Was a bit of an emotional drain
But for you I had to stay sane
Deeper lessons were learned
And more respect was earned .
But this isn't for any benefits
It's for you , and what I promised
Seeking to keep my word, but humbly and not with pride/
Around you I used to get mumbly and want to hide
But I feel the security now
But i question if it's real, can't just see it now
I must feel and see
Cuz I want you to be as free as me
By being authentic
Forget the self centered and prideful egocentric
Let's move on and make our own world. Even if we've got to parish
I'll give u what i said I would ,
An eternal commitment, spiritual marriage.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC