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A Poem From Mud Poetry By Doug Jackson

A Poem From Mud Poetry By Doug Jackson elegy

And with a gust of defeat; the future seems familiar. Has the oneness forgotten about me? The interconnectedness of futile Embellishments followed by straights of garbage, lack-luster trash, soul-less sirens of shit-laced spines, irrelevance, trains without brakes. Exposure, death, the

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One Poem From Mud Poetry

One Poem From Mud Poetry elegy

Strangers from incident, lies for distance, pitfalls of living infrequent, Rushes of sympathy pass over like fever sweat. In concurrent motion the wolves swarm on the lifeless carcass. Impending emotions fill the hole in my stomach, my chest continues to

Poems containing references to : Doug Jackson

The Cold Night

The Cold Night elegy

It was a strange night We woke up with a fright Confusion surrounded us We knew not what hounded us. Looked up, The sky was Grey Not a single star, We stood together Yet felt afar, No wind blew Time

Farewell

Farewell short poem

Everyday my past comes back to haunt me Making me relive what I couldn’t give up, an unpayable fee Friends, family Love, but not me So quick to steal their breath And fill my world with death With no chance

A Poem, Dedicated To Saoirse Ronan

A Poem, Dedicated To Saoirse Ronan long poem

Since I have seen you, I have been infected With tormented love to you, and I have been Tortured by mysterious executioner. He is invisible, only felt. At every evening, Before sleep, he whips a dagger into my heart, And

Day is Day and Night is Night

Day is Day and Night is Night short poem

The day is white bright winter sunshine coats on, scarves many coloured, the zenith is the warmest The night is black dark moonless cloud duvet tight, pillows many and soft, the nadir is the coldest Between the lark and the

Spare Me At Least After My Death…

Spare Me At Least After My Death... short poem

Lying on the platform Bathed in my own blood Writhing in pain Eyes closing I know my life is coming to an end My voice hardly reaching my own ears I reach out my arms for help No head turns

Unity

Unity long poem

Come take out your bible Let us start a revival Unification is the plan Grab your bothers hand We shall all live to understand The drunkard in the gutter is still are brother This nation is drifting further apart Blown

Loner Soul

Loner Soul prose poem

Sailboats in blue ocean waves Swaying through stormy breeze Dove sailing in that clear blue sky Like a white silver jet. Behind that white misty cloud Was a hidden tiny wall Covered with dark icy cubes Is a sad, loner

Get Back To The Basics

Get Back To The Basics long poem

get back to the basics busting fat laces running the bases it used to be cool to obey the golden rule yet that went out the door in 64 open the door for your neighbor then you can chill on

A Bug Named Jitters

A Bug Named Jitters long poem

Once upon a rug, Crawled an antsy bug. This critter was in a dither. He had a bud named Doug, Who called him Jitters. Doug was a go-getter, While Jitters was a quitter. This bug did not love To act

Write As Rain

Write As Rain long poem

Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows prance across plastered walls… As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs. Winter temps once again; no show. pre-Black Power, post-slavery; steel railroad tracks line wooded villages alluring Negro Parramore

Write As Rain

Write As Rain short poem

Breeze rippling sheer embroidered patches as sunlight streaming shadows prance across plastered walls… As precipitation mist cool Floridian rays beaming tin roofs. Winter temps once again; no show. pre-Black Power, post-slavery; steel railroad tracks line wooded villages alluring Negro Parramore

Dangerous

Dangerous short poem

After a grand design there was a white leap to find a boat in darkness. Time was dusting the frame of memory, and the age will grieve for the lost vision. The pace of assaults will increase over the burning

Destroyed By Madness

Destroyed By Madness long poem

You’re inside a reality as dripped by Jackson Pollack everything guided, everything only seeming accidental. Straight lines eaten by curves and color as a sense of inevitability. Somehow it turns out as thousands of interlocking narratives, never a single start

Stop The Hate

Stop The Hate long poem

Bruh, I know your up but it’s getting late I got to make peace with you Hommie I have bitten off more then I could chew I’m sweating from the new day’s sun now I know your in for a

Thor

Thor long poem

Many a God dwells in the great world tree of the Asgards But the strongest one of them all is the one who holds The power of storms wrathful in the palm of his hands You can hear his voice

Hello Daniel

Hello Daniel prose poem

I have driven on snowy and icy roads in Wisconsin and Illinois. In the summer’s heat of the Sacramento Region, I have driven in cars, vans, and bobtails without air conditioning. I have driven the curving two lane road of

The Visit

The Visit prose poem

A sound sleep ends with sounds of wings and tiny crashes of small things; my eyes roam round the room to search the scene, and soon I know it’s not a dream. And then the wings take flight again from

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Life’s Mystique

Lifes Mystique short poem

The one who is drunk do come and stay put while the one who is not drunk sure will come but stay away There is no need to take life seriously dear because none can leave the world without dying

The Shadow

The Shadow prose poem

I give you a shoulder to cry on, endless night talks, lamentations & worries, I have made your problems my burden, support both emotionally & physically, These four walls have seen it all, love, worry, regret & the thief of

Third Hand

Third Hand prose poem

I see a coincidence, A special coincidence: A center of a circle, An infinitely meeting scale That is visibly invisible And a distance too nearby to reach And a working of an unseen gyre that lets us in And puts

God’s Newest Angel

Gods Newest Angel short poem

God, my baby came to live with you And she left some things behind. The pink brush, it was her favorite I would brush her hair before bed nightly. She is going to be scared God. Could you have an

Toy Soldier

Toy Soldier short poem

If I were a toy solider, I would sail, A child’s paper boat of reveries, When the afternoon was a languorous snail, And the scent of sleep slept upon trees. I would be the smile that played on his eyes,

You Live In My Heart

You Live In My Heart short poem

Your bewitching face I etched on wet sand And embellished it with a design grand, My work I looked on with pride, Which Alas! was undone by a tide; I carved your sweet name on a tree And thought it’d

Worthy Mother

Worthy Mother short poem

Inspiration, a nest of love, robust, tough, and polite, the queen of queens, and its only right, yet I feel wrong, for in this life, I was not able to treat you right, all the diamonds in this earth do

Cutie Marks

Cutie Marks short poem

What if you could tell A person’s special talent From a single glance? Shown in a symbol, Branded on their bodies, so All the world can see. Maybe, for instance, Musicians would have a note, Florists, a flower, Bakers, loaves

The Human Lenses

The Human Lenses long poem

You are a concave lens you diverge light rays, Your rays travel infinite on the unseen ways, You travel and travel very high, very high, Infinity is your fate where you die with a sigh, Virtual are images that you

Who Am I?

Who Am I? long poem

Who am I? Sometimes I wonder… I am a disciple…stumbling along an old, rocky path An angel?  No…just a woman… Straining just to touch the hem of His garment Longing to be closer, ever closer to Him I am a

To Breathe

To Breathe long poem

Where is the breath That I crave so much Hiding and playing games Just beyond my reach Fingers too stiff to touch To breathe To live To need what is aloof and Teasing me to beseech The air in the

Nothing Fascinate Me Anymore

Nothing Fascinate Me Anymore short poem

Riding slowly among the misty clouds The endless curves of mighty hills But i wonder it’s not fascinating me anymore Why i curtailed my world in you? Deep down there lays beautiful valleys Defining life beyond explanation But my soul

A Joyful Melody

A Joyful Melody short poem

There in the beautiful garden where a joyful melody played and the flowers were happy with such musical day. Some dressed in pink and others In blue, roses were red and violets were blue, all of them in harmony danced

What We Feel Is True…

What We Feel Is True... short poem

I am an orphan, I think of my parents often, I hope that they are alive, But why they left me aside? They left me with a purpose, Or lost me in a ambush, All I want to know, Is

Gp Logic

Gp Logic short poem

There is so much that you do not see, You don’t see and I do not tell, Maybe it’s because you only see, Me when I’m very unwell. It’s never occurred to me before, Why would I ever present, You

Tears To Cry

Tears To Cry sonnet poems

When shoulders are in dearth whereby to cry, And frozen tears would stab with loneliness, A smile I dare that unto heaven try, For wish, my prayer speaks with holiness; The dirge that grieving lips would sadly sing, On hollow

Little Secret

Little Secret short poem

Ssshh. Don’t let anyone hear you. Don’t tell anyone about it. It’ll be our little secret My friends can’t know. Turned into they know we are fucking not that we are together. I’m just not ready yet. Can it be

Just A Question

Just A Question short poem

Can you imagine, six bunnies sitting in a row all tapping one toe. Six birds in branches above all singing songs of love. Six frogs croaking in a pond waiting to turn into princes? Six M.P all shouting for space,

Home

Home prose poem

Some say the Garden of Eden was a myth, that such a beautiful place never existed. The Universe is a cold forbidding, inhospitable place, a place filled with frozen gases, balls of fire, cosmic radiation that can fry one alive,

The Wailing Poor

The Wailing Poor short poem

  This anguished scene would touch anyone’s heart, Poverty is a menace where everything ends before a start. Every Saturday morning, I could hear their cries, Observing their plight, a little help that everybody tries. It’s an instance of a

Mice And Lions

Mice And Lions long poem

When the mice roar, Even the lions squeak All those who had mocked And dismissed the meek Now scream in fear And in terror, cower As there happens a monumental Shift in luck, in power. For those who are on