Disentangle Poems | Examples

Catty Natured

You know how a cat is? The way it awakes,
how its eyes open, for a moment
not seeing anything,
how it blinks slowly
eyelids washing a mind
of anything but satisfaction.

Legs stiffen, stretching out,
paws opening and closing
as it arches its back.

Lithe sinews ripple under a velvet pelt,
its whole body a rubber band of pleasure.

I used to wake like that - almost.

This sleek, self-absorbed feline
who owes me at least
some cursory acknowledgment,
just slinks away without a glance
as I struggle to disentangle
my creaking form from jumbled bed covers.

It has prowled through the cat flap
probably stalking garden sparrows by now.
I make coffee
once more vowing to get myself a dog -

an old one.

Sweet Tears

You want freedom
Where tough times freeze
You entangle when love
Disentangle you the most
Where is trust killing you
When nobody is believing
Does it cause you pain
If it suffer your egotistic nerve
Will you still go on life
When no one at your side
You said you love me
And now you are not that be
You failed me, hoping so you change
But now promises you've made
Is now null and void
What life is there all therein
But ingratiate and ungratefulness 
This deathbed is sweet tears
To never love again.

The Poets

I envy the poets

The ones who can disentangle the threads of their thoughts 

And smoothen them out on paper

Each word, each letter, each curve of their quill laden with meaning, passion and emotion

These innocuous traces of ink

Do not mask the fervour in the minds of the poets 

I balk at their audacity 

And admire their ability 

I wonder, do their words ever choke them, as mine do?

Has their voice ever been swallowed by fear?

Do their ink-stained hands ever shake and their eyes well up with ardour as they put pen to paper?

Meanwhile, I yearn for the identity of 'This Sublime Poet'

I ask myself: Am I a poet yet? Or simply a writer? Or am I just someone who uses words to emote? 

Do my poems have an essence? A hidden interpretation derived by reading in between the lines? Or am I just one among countless others who hide behind the artificialities of language?

Do I possess any substance or do I lack it?

Am I the seed? Or the husk?

Or am I the fruit? Albeit the one that falls to the ground, wasted?

Entangle and Free From His Angle - Via Sally Eslinger

I
Relationships tangle
In many good ways
But when we untangle
There's pain from every angle

II
The language made it easier
One good angle is spelling
Not in spells, or things darker, crazier
A N G L E can unravel for your ANGEL

III
Will you be God's angel, per Hebrews13?
The one with warmth, welcome, or a word
How else are we different as Christian
Unless we buck the trend, disentangle evil

Peace of Mind

peace of mind
  
peace of the peaces 
i was looking for 
i got named after that 
my whole life got bore

now and then a question of reality
answers for thee self loosen ability
dark matters i chase i was with in 
for the name tags of rent world pin

here and there, for all the Welfare
questing the mind if its all fair
in a world of if's hunting the barrier
every time i fall on my knees i look the upper

bigger than me, biggest of all
tomorrow in my head running for call
cut out the gut avoiding my fear
haunting dreams Disentangle them clear  

here i sing the peace, collecting the pieces
artifact of  them, my inner pleases
i draw pictures that made a man
dissing my desire for a longer run

peace for me, peace for you
lets hold all the pieces to hold on for clue.
on your way out shine no more feeling blue.

-----five minutes poem----
-----Ksanet Brhane----

Lost In a Moment

i see her there staring
out past the kitchen window    
with daisy print curtains    
partly obscuring the sky    
    
her eyes daunting amid the sunlight    
shining deeply upon the beauty inside    
     
i address her while undressing her in my mind    
     
i stroke her cheekbones    
and lay kisses upon her neck    
so soft, smooth, supple and truly divine    
caressing her demure deity      
that's begging to unwind    
     
the wind wraps her body    
exhaling persuasions of mind    
fingers frolic engraving wonderment      
enhanced to the pressure inside    
 
we disentangle
lost in a moment    
forgetting time that has slipped us by

Voice Within

life has somewhat
calmed down now that
I’ve bowed out from the rat race 
and officially finally now retired

I’ve learned to disentangle myself
from the merciless mundane madness
I don’t miss that old hamster wheel
forever spinning out of control

I’m now at peace with myself 
I’ve become my own judge and jury
questioning my every choice and decision
to ensure all align with my master plan

the voice of my conscience keeps me 
on the straight and narrow as time trickles away
ultimately I know I’m not really in charge
but I can at least be master of what I can

one day I know I will face my Maker
and there will be no sanctioned excuses
down to my core I’d want to be proud
of what I’ve done and become                    



AP: 1st place 2021

Posted on August 12, 2021

Judge and Jury

life has somewhat
calmed down now that
I’ve bowed out from the rat race 
and officially finally retired

I’ve learned to disentangle myself
from the merciless mundane madness
I don’t miss that old hamster wheel
always spinning out of control

I’m now at peace with myself 
I’ve become my own jury and judge
questioning my every choice and decision
to ensure they fall in place with my master plan

the voice of my conscience keeps me 
aligned and on track as time trickles away
ultimately I know I’m not really in charge
but I can at least be master of what I can

one day I know I’ll be facing my Maker
and there will be no sanctioned excuses
down to my very core I’ll want to be proud
of what I’ve done and become



Read on air by invitation  ~  June 5, 2021  'LATE NIGHT POETS'

AP: 1st place 2021

Submitted on June 2, 2021 for contest VOICE OF CONSCIENCE sponsored by UNSEEKING SEEKER  -  RANKED 5TH

Clasp of Freedom

caught in an octopus’ arms

rip tide of tentacles

underwater currents

the black ink indelible

syphoned protection

can’t see the circling sharks

in my cocoon of false shadows

a surreal embrace

suction caps in action

in surprise

that it is me who

holds on for dear life


a fairy tale because a dolphin

comes to my rescue

until I glow in the dark

disentangle my fear

make friends with an imagined foe

condense spray into light

dissolve and reflect on

what could have been if I

had not been at rock bottom

not caved in to the pressure


sometimes life sheds its meaning

in dubious squirts

allegories and metaphors

until you dive in murky gloom

and take a tight squeeze

decompress on ascent

accept inklings of surrender


16th April 2021

Not Just Another Prof, Short Version

The September I met him remains etched in my mind
One by one the minutes rolling by ever so slowly
I sat in class awaiting an explanation that never came

I surmised he’d been a burn victim ~ suffered and healed
How could he now sit there so serene and nonchalant

Over my inner spiel I hadn’t heard a word he said
So consumed was I in wait with my unanswered questions
Then spending the second half of class feeling stupid
Regretting the meddlesome monologue in my head
It was three hours of my life I would never get back
Really ~ how was it any of my business?

This was all way back in those pre-internet days
Before google searches easily unraveled any mystery

For weeks he never spoke about the elephant in the room
It boggled my mind why I expected he ever would

In a short time I became enchanted with this man’s soul
Respectfully in awe of this cultured learned gentle man
A poet possibly a genius ~ he was ordained to touch lives
To shake and rattle foundations ~ disentangle paradigms

A transcendent grace exuded from his every word and glance



AP: 1st place 2021

Posted on May 2, 2020

Your Touch

YOUR TOUCH

is a gift swelled inside my nape-
wrapped up in words of
love that suffice my desire
for you ignite my body’s fire

i tie myself snug with ruby red ribbons,
gentle whispers enveloped inside-
make sure the silver bow is in its
place so you may open with blown
kisses and perpetual promises

you open me up-
soft lace overlaying barren skin;
i disentangle and fall into your arms,
you kiss me like the first and we melt
into the abyss of marriage bliss;
my love, it’s always been…

YOUR TOUCH



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1.19.20

Flotillia

Equus Ferus caballus bovinium
awing the Browsband, he sat upon the latigo Keeper
relevant scales
an occurance of a dynamic conjunction
the rhizosphere
in Gilib. He said!
sativa fabaceae and
Tataricicum
Fagopu esculentum
disentangle rhizosheric
those processes
Adda Aiia O' badia Obadiah!
he grinds the wheat to be meals
for the peoples!
biosphere, hydrosphere, pedoshere
sativa fabaceae, fagopyrum
tataricum
tataricum!
fagopu esculentum!
serendipitous
bovinious sandwichious, wheatous eatem's!
alpha draconis
bowich Chordata. The starched collar of my tuxedo shirt!
that these words are of the wheat
for the wheat
and buy the wheat!
the wheat for the peoples!
grind ye the wheat
to be flours for our bread
that the heels shall make sandwiches with bovine
Meatus yum-yum!
thank ye oh God of Harvest
the Sandwisch of Meatus!
the sounds of humming goodness!
he wears a tuxedo when he eats these fabulous burgers!
they are so scrumpsous!
,
thanketh thee!

Virtual Reality

A yoga teacher unable to disentangle her legs

Trazepe artists suspended in mid air flight

Contortionist arrested for public indecency

The snake charmer caught in a muddy sand pit

Poets drowning in an ink pot tied to their nib

Existential crises melting an iceberg of essence


Impressionist colouring in outside of the box

A funeral director counting nails of the coffin

Harlequin denuded down to the naked core

Artificial intelligence steering a robot gone mad

Jesus with Schrodinger’s whiskers on the rise

Unperturbed soldiers searching new graves



01st January 2020

Idyllic Flight

Stepping back remote from urban rhythm
Dizzy I take flight asking only to surrender
Wishing to drown in a long lost forgotten calm

Reminiscing of that distant youthful idyllic calm 
When day and night danced in divine rhythm
To soft nostalgic memories I ungrudgingly surrender

Disentangle me I give my all and do surrender
Desperate to retrieve a soothing blissful calm
To reunite with mother nature’s nurtured rhythm

Synchronize with life’s rhythm I surrender my heart to calm



Submitted on February 12, 2019 for contest A TRITINA FOR MESSINA sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA  -  RANKED 3RD

Bad Batch of Cotton Candy

They swept me in a dustpan, not realizing it was me.
That I was sort of missing was noted quickly, by all three,
My mother, who was psychic picked carefully all through the lint,
But I had been so minus-sized, I was covered in debris.

Daddy sensed that I was in there, my body, black and blue.
Because as you have now guessed, he was a little psychic too.
They poured the lint in a plastic bag, with a pin-hole so I could breathe.
If it had not been for my grandma, I would have never been retrieved.

But she woke up in the middle of the night, and began to eat the lint bag,
Thinking it was cotton candy, which frankly always makes me gag,
Listening to Grandma Jo’s powerful dentures chomped me awake,
Gave me the incentive to disentangle myself and make my giant break.

Grandma smiled as she watched me, drag myself out of that white plastic bag.
I too dislike cotton candy, she told me and this batch, truly makes me gag!

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