Best Kempt Poems
I'm new to this language; it baffles me so!
With so many mysteries I wish to know:
Why doesn't 'resolve' mean 'to solve it again'?
And why are 'wise guys' not the same as 'wise men'?
Why doesn't 'extraneous' mean 'once was traneous'?
Why's 'miscellaneous' not NOT cellaneous?
Enigmas that seem to me very unmappable,
Unflappable me has become simply flappable.
"You're incorrigible", my friend Mike said to me,
I said, "Corrigible I'll endeavor to be."
One museum we saw had a fossil exhibit
I asked, "Every bone was at one time a hibit?"
"I don't care for inquisitive people", said Mike.
So I asked, "What's a quisitive person look like?"
He looked at me plussed with a look of disgust,
now I hope I can change it to gust and nonplussed.
"Disgruntled employees", my boss said, distressed,
"are a pain in the neck!" I thought, "gruntled is best!"
He scolds my appearance: "Your hair is unkempt",
so I'm bringing a comb to make sure it stays kempt.
"Avoid work mishaps, and do not act unruly".
"Yes sir, boss. I'll only make ruly haps, truly"
He tells me, "Just try not to look so disheveled."
My note to self: make it my goal to look sheveled.
"Intrepid Improvements" the work poster says
"Avoid trepid provements" is my New Year's res.
"Such reckless abandon" someone said to me
so from now on, more reckful I'm hoping to be.
I've tried to appear nonchalant and undaunted,
I'm daunted that I'm more chalant than I wanted.
This poem I'll write in indelible ink -
…much better than delible ink, don't you think?
Categories:
kempt, humorous, language,
Form:
Rhyme
The breeze of the morn she sought.
Her eyes were wild, as she thought.
Her hands tremble like a leaf on a tree.
She marked her steps silently.
Sylphlike is her frame.
She was a lady not a dame.
Within a distance, she looks back.
The mansion, she found, was in blackness.
So many skeletons remain.
Her cape begins to skein.
Angst, she releases a sigh.
The tears she would cry.
Lithe, she bends,
as agile as the breeze as the wind.
Interchangeability she disallows,
as she raised her head up to the clouds.
Perhaps, she thinks, life has been lived.
Ideology misconstrued she perceived.
This lady was once of rank.
But, now her spirit sank.
No authority does she has.
Moreover, no one cares.
The breeze of morning she seeks
to find inner peace.
Her story, she feels, must not be shared
too much pain to reveal.
She will not let the world in.
A dead life ends.
The beginning of a generation is her discourse.
She will stiffen her backbone and reform.
Solidify from the melodrama, she walks within determination.
Her ideas begin to form via life manifestations.
She hears the past as if it was now.
She frowns and shouts aloud.
“Why has my life defeated me?”
The vision recedes and she feels that victory is guaranteed.
“Who will cut me down?”
She ponders, as she turns around.
She had secluded herself to well.
She was not the one to change that.
"When my existence," she reflects, "is so well kempt
idiosyncrasies are mine to consider."
Remoteness defines the trees.
She has entered the morning breeze.
Pulling her cape close,
she breathed in to establish hope.
Via internal dialogue she spoke.
“I must linger in the unknown.”
________________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 17, 2014!
Categories:
kempt, age, angst, cry, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
Sitting in the spectacular shingle beach,
While the waves in the seemingly endless sea gives its speech,
And the winds smoothly whispering in my ears,
As it plays with my once kempt hairs.
The salty lips of the sea kisses the sand roughly,
Swirling and whirling as the tide changes freely,
The sun, in a fiery orb’s move is deft,
Slowly setting and there are a few swallows left.
The sky consists of an assortment of shades,
A blend of reds, oranges and yellows,
The humming waters dexterously reflecting this effect,
As the sun looks like it is receding into the water sect.
The contrast created between dark waters,
And the kaleidoscopic luminous skies,
Makes the semi spherical horizon look like two meeting worlds,
The known and the unknown creations.
Categories:
kempt, beach, places,
Form:
Rhyme
I never go unshaven
My hair is well kempt
And I have a shower everyday
I always dress smart
Ad look the part
But still
I never catch a girls eye
No matter how I try.
So why do I see scruffy slobish men
Out with pretty women
Everywhere I go
If I'm doing something wrong
Can someone please let me know.
For it seems the scruffier you are
The more desirable you may be
I don't like to judge anyone
But why does no one want me.
I'm told women like bad boys
I'm no angel but not bad
Im not going to change for anyone
But it makes me really sad.
I'm just a desirable toy for their amusement
They discard when they have had enough
While I just want to settle down
But don't feel good enough.
Love and romance seem a thing of the past
For me
Im getting older
And I feel time is running out fast.
I exist and do not live
Biu still have so much to give.
Peter Dome. Copyright.2015. Oct.
Categories:
kempt, blue, desire, loneliness, lonely,
Form:
Free verse
Gone
After your last breath I was defeated,
Body, soul and spirit taken down.
Caressing memories became my new world,
Drowning in the past was solid ground.
Everything you did from start to finish,
Following me in my dreams so clear.
Great to know the time we had together
Harboured solace in my heart, sweet dear.
Innocence; the name of our beginning,
Joined as one we never were apart.
Kempt; seemed to be our life together,
Laughter always flowing from the heart.
Moments I shall keep in memories arc.
Nails like daggers pierced the world we started,
Offering us comfort, could no man.
Pain struck from the thought of being parted,
Quietly my darling took a stand.
Right down to the last he did not waver,
Standing tall and giving his vast love.
Tremendous was his courage as he traveled
Under wings of Angels brought above.
Veiled in sadness moving gently forward
Waiting for the sun to drown the rain.
Xanthic was the color of his golden hair
Yearning now to see it once again.
Zaps me at the thought of it my friend.
Written 08.29.2014
Brenda Meier-Hans
1st
Categories:
kempt, appreciation, bereavement, cancer, death,
Form:
Abecedarian
Rickey…
F-orgetful yet forgiving
O-ptimistic and obviously observant
R-emarkable RICKEY!
U-nderstanding and uplifting
R-enaissance man, ready, reliable, realistic and responsible
I-ncredibly intoxicating, interesting, inconspicuous, and impeccably intelligent
C-ourageously calm, creative, cautiously confident, and considerate
K-indred spirit, kinky, kind-hearted kisser, knowledgeable and well-kempt
E-lectric, empathetic, and erotic
Y-ummy!
Lay
Categories:
kempt, girlfriend-boyfriend
Form:
Acrostic
Within my breast a promise of earth splendor
Jovial sapphire lake sheer blackness cliffs
Kempt, sights amid whispers Spirit renders
Lithe shadows of spike pines manifest quiffs
Meek pink aurora waning like a thief
Neighboring Big Dippers pouring , springs scars
Operatic skies speckled stars relief
Picturesque Moon rises as well as Mars
Quelled waft and sounds blows through the hours of night
Reflective flow of spring beside banks ends
Sacred of God's earth splendor faintly light
Thrilling sublime sights and whispers descends
Unhurried choices amongst no worries
Venturesome challenges though tangled miles
Whimsical splendor rich untold journeys
Xanthous uniform through seasonal smiles
9/12/2016
Note; Crater Lake National Park’s Oregon
Categories:
kempt, imagery, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Keen kiss
Kid kept
Knew key
Kempt
Kind kin
Kurt klutz
Kick keg
12/16/2016
Categories:
kempt, fun, kid,
Form:
Alliteration
Don Churches
brushes his words
like acrylic on finger tips
to my lips
and eyes my corner
where I am not content to sit
when the smell of Mexico
lingered from his hands
that day, not long ago
When the Jupiter rain
crashed like glass
on his homebound truck,
pitch as the void
of being here and rid
of Monterrey
Don Suave
you remind me of my heart
even as I watch
my life loose heat
and like cold coffee
be discarded and drained
disappearing like the summer
I'm an ember to your whim
ready to live or hiss
under your palm and mouth,
a wind leading me
on or off
where my story will be written
Tormenta, amor, calmame
I am only a girl
with my hair bound and down
over my display, less kempt than my mind
though I am terrified.
Don't touch me, I'll break
Your sympathy looks like love
Don Face
I'll wonder why you look to me
But I know too well
to pass you on
If I can't be eased to be
the destination of your feet
But even in this
me llamas, you call
and
You carry all
of Mexico, my heart
a honey suckle season
Si quieres
walk with me miles
and let me know
your smile
in the absence of fear
here
where my soul stands ready
Categories:
kempt, love, nostalgia, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
I love staying out until dark
dusk is my favorite time to embark
going home causes me to become eager
there's nothing to do for the seeker
television is okay but it's not productive
playing cards is fine though deductive
I tend to travel to deep inside myself
I must learn to inactively propel
It seems they continue inventing things
to hinder self-sufficiency without strings
it's not called boredom for this I fight
we can't drive he can't distinguish at night
there's so much to say but I won't attempt
it's not worth the repercussions for to kempt
I can't relieve but to notice on this page
the lines are much longer when I have words to engage
I still don't understand an Iambic Pentameter
or I'd be writing Sonnets in place of rhymes in centimeter
all I need is the right teacher
I learned algebra from another dreamer
I surely didn't learn it in school
monotone didn't work for me as a rule
privacy would be admirable as I jot down this theme
one could dream
Categories:
kempt, life, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
Deep down something hurts
Deep down something aches
Deep down something cries
Deep down something dies
Trying to uncage the beast
To honour the deceased
With the vain attempt
The cover remains kempt
The frosted hollow stone
The icy cold bone
The flawless mask
The unmarred facade
The soul tries to cry
Just a futile try
But then the night arrived
And it was all kept aside
With a deafening shriek
The beast set free
Eyes turning red
The carcass lay on the bed
Demons underneath
Took over the feast
They danced all night
A dreadful sight
The soul tried to cry
Just a futile try
The demons were awakened
But the gala had to end
Because the sun came up
The soul now corrupt
Was returned to the corpse
As time collapses and space warps
The decaying ruins
Forgot all about the fairy tail bruins
Every morning the hollow shell roams around
Every night demons emerge from the ground
The soul tries to cry
Just a futile try
Categories:
kempt, conflict, loneliness, lost,
Form:
ABC
There are many nights, when I'm all alone.
The bedroom, the pillow. a small simple room.
I lie on my side, so quiet, the night,
Should I get up again for a snowy screen light.
Should I turn once more, should I creep down the hall.
Despite all this, I turn to the wall.
And instead of sleeping, when the sun takes it's rest.
I stare at the cracks, the paint, the chest.
And when the numbness kicks in, I turn once again.
A bathroom light, a closet, a fan whirling wind.
Ah yes, and then, normality sinks in...
And of all these objects, so aloof, so kempt.
I envy their apathy, I envy descent.
Wishful thinkings and longings of a a complete empty mind,
Tears of anxiety and fears of all kind.
Please give me sleep, please, make me less more.
I wish to be barren of feelings no more.
I ask you my friend, as I step in the wall.
Nail all of these boards, nail one, nail all.
And when the day comes, when a soul trembles with fear.
They'll hear my soft tapping... and know someone's is here.
And they shall sleep, so sweet, so deep in a dream.
For without them, they'll be lost, and forget what they mean.
Categories:
kempt, death, depression, hope, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Digital clock bomb ticking silence lower right angled forever is eight point five
hours a day there toiled kempt invisible spent walking rigid funk robot wired
loose framed shut felt mutt waste like glimpse circular window goldfish and city’s
outline swept through wander inhale adjust inhale time square one infinite mess
oh calculator sonata
Categories:
kempt, business, depression, introspection, life,
Form:
Blank verse
This old brush would once brush cleanly
This old brush once smoothed my hair
This old brush once snagged a single strand
When I was kempt and fair
This old brush began to clog up
With the hair that it had pulled
This old brush was like a fur ball
Can my barnet be refuelled
Ain’t gonna need this brush no longer
Ain’t gonna need this brush no more
Ain’t got time to rub those creams in
Nor to tap the surgeon’s door
This old brush served through my youthful days
But now lives in a drawer
If this old brush could be bigger
I could use it on the floor
This old brush outlived its uses
This old brush redundant now
This old comb is all I need now
This old brush must take a bow
This old comb ain’t working proper
Like that old brush always did
There’s a dumb old tufty bit
Of which my comb will not get rid
Ain’t gonna brush this hair no longer
Ain’t gonna sweep it to one side
Cos I’ve got this centre parting
It’s about four inches wide
Ain’t got time to rub those creams in
Nor to tap the surgeon’s door
Ain’t gonna need this brush no longer
Ain’t gonna need this brush no more
Categories:
kempt, hair, parody, song,
Form:
Rhyme
slovenly and ill-kempt but happy
we decided to make him snappy
we did it our way
thought he would be gay
now he felt less than himself, and crappy
Categories:
kempt, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Limerick