Everyone’s political
anti critical
right by the rights
now wrongly divisional
Giving up the literal
power unconditional
Narratives are narrowly
focused on disparity
comparatively ignorant
to actual reality
You’ll never change the past
try to understand it better
Don’t look passed what made it past
its not your own endeavour
advantages that you now have your ancestors didn’t
branching out from beginnings to a global vision
colonies were empires and empires were common
the way that people were back then has long since been forgotten
so don’t skip over history the path we all come from
everybody’s owed something we need to move along
discombobulated~
days spin like mismatched seasons,
spiraling who-knows-where
My head is a television
With the dream channel turned on
It always turns on
Once I forget about this world
The screen becomes clear and more focused
Once I’m far, far away from here
The colors beyond the normal spectrum
Are animated and strangely surrealistic
Almost paranormal
Anyone and everyone are welcome
To tune into my station
It’s easy
With eyes closed, just forget
About this world for awhile
Believe in the unbelievable
Imagine the unimaginable
Tune in . . . turn on
And replace your head with a television
Just remember,
don’t lose the remote
Heaven like place, silver streaks peeking,
shining through clouds are playing with the light of full moon A sea is quiet, stars glittering watching the game far away
oblivious excitement to feel the beauty of nature but to feeling of weakness. Thoughts crawled in mind and again feeling
strained. Heart is Imploring wants to let it all go.
The emotions are not in control eyes filled with tears like a child heart is still running behind that love
Terrible situation not ready to accept reality
Life is full of choices. But once recognised the true love, it is responsibility.
Once again I am shattered! The lies I want to speak to my heart the ignorance I want to show my mind that
it was nothing, that was not love, I was hatred!
Love rejoices only in dreams
The sea is silent but naughty short waves comes and go like the thoughts
crawling in my heart,
it is positive and negative fusion,
Choiced unwind and again created confusion!
Discombobulation
Interrupts my concentration
In the darkest corner of my mind
It's sinuous coils unwind
And because of it's intrusion
I'm caught up in confusion
My thoughts become so scattered
And the thing that really mattered
The track that I was following
The snake is busy swallowing
I wish I could combobulate
And concentrate to meditate
My love for words can create mental pain-
when they race around in my befogged brain.
I sit here dreaming- pen held in my hand;
mind burning aglow with ideas so grand.
Annoying but frank, these often don't meet.
The paper stays blank- my head whirs in heat.
May go on for hours- these frenzied word games
in seeking a crack to set free the strains;
spinning and whirling for clear words to find-
metaphor, imagery- meter combined.
What comes to mind has been said before-
needed are words to unfold and restore
old themes of nature and love redefined;
God above, ourselves, the woes of mankind-
of life and death- of sad wars and true peace.
These variant themes need a new release!
Burst open, you seed! Expose yourself bare
so I can soon grasp the words to prepare-
and push forth a poem through this foggy light
to offer a gift from my mental plight!
discombobulated sleep
dream sailing
in picasso’s wake
rolling eyes in palm of hand
wave slaps me in the face
Old age can be a lonely time for some;
friends fade to acquaintances, slip away.
Though life's achievements bolster your resume,
they've stagnated and morphed into humdrum.
The cult of the internet's left you numb;
morals decay when hate's a stowaway.
And as your future grows bleaker each day,
you're left discombobulated, and glum.
Children have lost the enjoyment of youth,
comparing friends to likes: they interface.
Love's still spontaneous, but unlike hate,
it's an elusive, transitory truth.
Hypocrisy and lies are commonplace,
and death becomes a less frightening fate.
I’m feeling a little irked and discombobulated.
The soup is for all poets It’s not that complicated.
I’m tired of all the whiners and their fits of jealous rage.
It’s time to act your age and move on to another page.
I don’t care about your comments or the contest you didn’t win.
Stop preaching from your pulpit, you are not free from sin.
I’m sick of the conspiracy theories, it’s time to check your clock.
I don’t want to read it here, this is for poetry, it’s not tik tok.
I am fully vaccinated it was my choice to get that shot.
It’s your choice to not get jabbed, stop acting like a snot.
You say my genes are altered, to me you sound like a nut.
I guess I’ll die in three years, until then you can kiss my butt.
1/8/22
King-Size Bull Crap Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Moments create togetherness
Codswallop
Discombobulated brouhaha
Only in movies or
By a flibbtigibbet
Maybe
By a dingleberry during a kerfuffle
Confused, consternated, discombobulated, bumfuzzle woman girl
What has happened to make you so contorted and distorted?
Your knees are pointing out your upside down backwards face, if you ask me.
There is a time in
One’s life that we all go through
When things just seem to
Never go our way,
Be discombobulated,
“Murphy’s Law” is bright!
But, bear with it all.
Its course will leave you,
Go to someone else.
W.C.Hull (c) 2019-23-7-Haiku-405-1507-V29-2
Discombobulated today, please accept my apology
Travel's a big factor causing these abnormalities
At my advanced age
Routine is the rage
Can't easily handle change, it's based on zoology
Discombobulated today, accept my apology
Travel's a big factor causing these abnormalities
At my advanced age
Routine is the rage
Can't easily handle change, it's a matter of zoology
Discombobulated and Disassociated
the Identity in Feeling Real.
Fragmented and Piecing
Together Craziness
Helps Cope with
Misconstrued Beginnings
The endings in
Personalities Emerging
A Frenzied Madness
What is?
Really Really?
Who is ?
Really Real?
Time lapsed Laziness
Haze filled Gazing
An Identifiying Marker
Around life's Corner
Living inside Multitutes
Breaking born Freedom
Surviving amid Atrocities
Living the Abusive
Dazed into Raging
Feeling Behind
Humanities Cruelities
Discombobulated and Disassociated
the Identity in Feeling Real.
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