Sun disgraced disheveled
the sun disgraced scours
its demeanor to defaced
at what's happening
down here on its Planet Earth
Gaia reeks restitution
Categories:
disheveled, sun,
Form: Tanka
The bedraggled beget bedfellows with
Tangled hair, tattered sleeves, a sea churn chaotic.
Comfort is found in a rumpled, ruffled unkempt state,
Shared by a weary soul and a heartless sea sat beside.
For sorrow will draw in where sorrow has been.
Churn will discern a likeness for agitation,
Beyond the calm that demands order, prim, proper, neat.
For it's disorder that makes a ruffled mind
Seek solace in a ragged heart, torn, and well worn.
Categories:
disheveled, nature, sad,
Form: Free verse
Victor, the VW bus was angry, he had rust on himself now
His owner was unkempt, frowsy, disheveled and frayed.
His house would have been condemned
If he had not hired a maid.
Categories:
disheveled, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Docked your own can it tote-n-land home
Locked unknown antidote to amp the mode
Clamped-n-sewn your stamp will show
Plan it slow in a long tramp you know
Boat the load and camp your stow
Go for broke to brand a glow
Sold your joke now stand-n-soak
Hold folk accountable and count your table
Don't poke a mountable route make a staple
Flow on ropes tight like cable
Low-n-behold a dangle blame angle
Won't hold me-n-strangle in a shame shamble
That’ll level the bevel playing field left disheveled
Hips shoveled as his groveled
It’s bliss behold miss molted
Changes skin manages kin
Estranges them bandages again
Rearranges agendas to gain
Free ranges attendance scars remain
Eerie chances dependence hard refrain
Flee dances of steep step stances
Weep wept lands won’t weaken plans
We keep kept cans to seep sunken strands
Categories:
disheveled, addiction, angst, confidence, courage,
Form: Rhyme
A bum rap the disheveled prisoner claims
Clamoring about in his padded cell
Unable to recall the women he maims,
He made their lives a living hell.
Lumbering about like a trapped animal
Rattling the bars, he shouts for a hearing
Nothing about him seems remotely rational
Not even the size of his earlobe piercing.
One might label him a piece of trash
Still, I think, every human has some worth
It’s so easy, in disgust, to strike out and bash,
But this man is some mother’s child at birth.
No doubt, she still loves him as mothers do
Unable to save him from his demon self,
She would caress him with a love so true,
Trying her best to see the best of him through
Another inexplicable betrayal of common sense
And failure to take any responsibility,
Compelling the situation toward a recompense
Although it will likely not alter his sensibility.
Written November 16, 2022
Categories:
disheveled, betrayal, conflict, mother son,
Form: Narrative