Best Disorganised Poems

And I begin my own steep climb into 
The Chalkland Downs                                  ...

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“By Design”

By design
other dimensions
astonishing alien fields 
different shades
of dark and light
intradimensional beings
strange lives 
surround us
we are oblivious
to their invisible kingdoms
their unique opinions
their different addictions
their mysterious freedoms
part of ours, under cover
in our infected delirium
dissolving over-rated
control and power
dissolving
food for thought
dissolving
seconds in minutes
in hours

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)





“I divide
In the...

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I am not perfect I am not a saint 
I have my vices my loves my hates

I am human flawed not unlike most of humanity 
I can admit to this quite openly 

I cry at times, I laugh equally as much one can see
I'm very...

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Diagnosis
another two edged sword
Here we go
some other pill to swallow
choke it down and see

Will this one leave me blowing me nose in my hand
or crying for days on end on the floor?
What about the mysterious rash?
erectile dysfunction like that other cocktail dose?
but I'm sure with...

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How can one once so familiar become so strange? 
The ease and flow of conversation, so stilted? 
Awkward even.  Our 'in-commonness' a rarity? 
Our connectedness disconnected? 

The once passionate embrace a tentative touch: 
a 'should I or shouldn't I' interrelation. 
Now so different to...

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bottles of empty plastic
ancient breathing machines
electromagnetic fields in
eyes ears and air
inner child is waking up
books and crumbled clothes
sleeping in a disorganised
diagonal bed
hugging like blissful
children
i am looking at
bicycle lovers from
last night...

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She stared up, intently, watching the Peruvian skies pass composedly above. She was dazed and disorganised about the steps leading her hither. Her eyes descended upon her hands, hands that were dry and sallow from the days of climbing. She clutched her fists searchingly, hoping...

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2 puberty's
physical
mental
several years before your midlife crisis
about the time you will realise
criminals
dealing drugs and death
would make more money stealing art supplies
the psychology of swears
they wear on their sleeves
eventually demand a life lesson to be learned

the healing tool of anger
motivational manslaughter
of how hollywood has defined a...

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Inspire me.... 
Even as I attempt this 
Iambic nonsense 
How can silence, 
Emanate from chaos:
It's direct opposite? 
A pure contradiction of concept...


Crashing, cascading....... 
In a metaphoric ambiance of emotions, 
Anger infused like an avalanche of retribution... 
Unstable, fluctuating and unpredictable 
Just like when the Centre...

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People speed
For many reasons
Some are disorganised,
Some are late,
Some are impatient,
Some have no sense of direction,
For some it’s an emergency
That fuels their urgency
But for me, as a retiree
I have to drive fast
To get there before I forget
Where it is I’m going...

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Imagery

Picasso How I hated your cubism frame
It was like my life was staring back at me
Fragmented and disorganised.

I purposely drew myself to Monet and the like
As my awareness came into the light
Those paintings seemed more of an illusion
Those still waters lurked beneath the undercurrent of...

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like a suggestion to obsess
of a gap commercial experience
leaving me walking in circles
unable to stop telling lies
the fight or flight keeps me here
underneath this hypnosis
you work to keep pure
failed attempts to do the right thing
leaves you subconciously out of the loop
the worlds fool
fooling the world
awaiting...

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Don’t cultivate result,
Cease to exist
Though for a while,
And they’ll love you,
They’ll buy you expensive,
They’ll cry to beget you,
Because you ain’t anything
But a toy.

Bosses who crave crosses
To crucify all competing creativity,
On their records is none alive
A prudent finger but theirs,
Thus we all become fools,
Courteous fools,
In order...

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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over frontiers and available to view in a slip stream. Hang...

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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over frontiers and available to view in a slip stream. Hang...

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