Standing on a balcony
Out by the sea
The waves crash endlessly
Staring back at me
They listen and wait
Watching and pacing
Sharpening the blade
Constantly erasing
Their pain
Dolls line the walls
Familiar faces painted on
They weep for my soul
Praying that I’ll soon be gone
I jump as a rabbit
Ears up and listening
I listen to the pounding drum
Of his crimson dripping daggerling
The door cracks open
An iron odor sways
Through the twisted halls
And into my brain
Inhalation of sanguine
Exhale the question
Will I ever leave this home
That became quite an obsession
I’m the murderer’s apprentice
Willingly taken by his chain
Dishevelled and bloodied
But euphoric all the same
It’s far too late to save me
It was time to take another visit through my head today
A visit so very long overdue
Its been a little cloudy and flat of late
Need to check what maintenance there is to do
The door was creaky and stiff to open
It was so dark and smelt musty inside
Flicked the light switch…. but the globe had blown
My phone light now my guide
Oh, what a sight beheld me
A chaotic dishevelled mess
Seems nothing is running efficiently
There are certainly issues here to address
The energy level was running on empty
Motivation level was on low
Memory section was battered with holes
Visual and hearing department were irregular and slow
However, the heart /love section level was perfect
Full and abundant with a perfect flow
Healthy and happy looking
Shining brightly with a beautiful glow
Feeling completely overwhelmed…. l knew
My head desperately needed a service and tune
I headed toward and walked out that creaky door
Thinking … l will do it soon!
Family foibles and festive baubles to share
Frivolity frolics jollity & alcoholic histrionics
Swilled fables & tables filled with similar fare
Suggestive seasonal strolls for restive souls
Cast bitten still smitten bestilled by chilled air
Bedevilled dishevelled by some distilled wares
Pagan past perch in their old peculiar church
Dare to revel with another level devil may care
No graces or airs just familiar faces and lairs
Don't be reckless or feckless this Michaelmas
Feuds rude moods eschewed along with despair
Plied with yuletide pride bliss of this solstice kiss
At last no faff or fuss for us secular Christmas fayre
pantheon rome
dome
dissolves
before our eyes
transmutes
into
dishevelled
tresses
in need of a comb
Wiping own tears who made me smile were you,
Who never let my sorrows pile were you.
In a house haunting where I lived alone,
Who even made loneliness smile were you.
Few bother broods like me in busy world,
To my life’s lamp who supplied oil were you.
I recall playing as children long back,
One that let me win with a guile were you.
And to untidy and dishevelled me,
Tutoring long who gave some style were you.
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Ghazal |05.03.2025| remember, love
My life is a shambles unknown
The chaos is mine all alone
My dishevelled appearance
Belies the coherence
Of the ability to still hold my own
the seahorses grazed in a field undersea
the jellyfish wobbled at the party
the starfish in their constellations went
the clams secretive tight lipped and silent
the hammerhead sharks did the DIY
the clown fish entertained as they swam by
the plankton ruled undersea in their gangs
the octopuses spent too long shaking hands
the crabs on the side their day they spent
the lobsters approached in a pincer movement
the sea urchins loitered dishevelled and poor
while the oysters enjoyed everything and all
The picture on the parlor wall
Is dishevelled and dramatic
It's sullen bronzing ornate frame
Belies something problematic
The imagery is deafening
The figure stands enigmatic
The scenery bereft of life
Is staunch and proudly Pragmatic
The figures eyes are dark and blank
With a mindset automatic
As she follows you around the scene
Her body remains static
The picture on the parlor wall
Sees all
The smoldering sun shines incessantly
Until the earth’s humidity hastens
The forming of cinereal clouds calmly covers
The spacious skies above and suddenly
Gentle rain soft but steady
Begins to fall, splattering and wetting the soil.
The pitter-patter pronounces a petrifying tune
Upon the roofs, amorous rondel tunes.
Oh, how I love the fresh feeling of the rain.
I feel like singing in the heavenly showers
I get dishevelled and drenched.
Yet I will sing a symphony of love,
For I am happy even more.
Love is in the air.
Thank God, no lightning spoils the sky.
Yet it rains even more.
The grass is even greener now.
It sparkles with dewy drops,
And sheds its pleasant petrichor,
A harmonious and happy fragrance
In our vast verdurous vale.
Meantime my Mary joined us in the melee`,
We dance a Dougie under the deluge,
Until tired we went in for a warm shower…….
Placed 2nd
Softened
blurred
&
unfinished Scapigliata*
with
dishevelled hair
an unidentified
woman
gazing downward
her hair fills
the eye
with
aesthetic
demeanor
& its
mysterious
captivating beauty
Ella Fitzgerald (1917 – 1996)
In the midst of stale fog – Is it day or night?
The dimmed dishevelled lights don’t give a bass clef
Whilst notes made syncopated love at the bar
A tsunami of discord,
blew out the flame of a good old fashioned
And lipstick-stained stubbed ends forgot bruised anguish
A minor digress
Untainted melodies,
swung from a silhouette commissioned from a Nova
Calling humanity to bath in the melody of birdsong
Quenching dried remnants of bourbon with a perfect pitch
Of rare cut diamond chords and rip
Each instrument paused before the bar
As the voice tootled a trumpet sound
The lady knew how to blow that horn
Yet, no brass brushed against her lips
Then, silence waited in awe for the coveted scat
From the sui generis range of a regal gemstone
Where the constellations hold the original cut
With lulled echoes flowing to hit ‘rewind’
Leonardo di ser Piero painted with such flair
especially 'The Lady with Dishevelled Hair'
This head of a woman(la scapigliata )to be sure
with captivating beauty& a mysterious demeanor
Escape pods
Ferried fears
Gaping heart
Falling tears
Dishevelled mind
Emotional unrest
Watered ground
Familiar guest
Questioned answers
Unanswered questions
Glassy eyes
Increased tension
Dissipating hope
Chewed confidence
Broken spirit
Unwelcomed sentence
Failing health
Unstable mind
Choked fingers
Flying blind
Pathetic plea
Stretched thin
Battered insides
Uncomfortable skin
Eventual stop
Frightful frights
Perceived freedom
Within sight
Bruised being
Absent gods
Relying upon.
Gravely digging the grave digger digs
holes for souls; waste pits plotted
earth soils clogging
Collections of bones for storage and mind
Disposal in disguise
Many a form, Goldfinch alike, are left
in place of death; laying spent, shrivelled
dishevelled, colours still abright
I wasn't going to dig a hole so I left it
where it lay; no-one will dig for its soul
No grave digger digs such a small pit
No respect, no clogging, no digging
Instead the finches are left
along with the Linnet, the Thrush, the Owl
and the Crow; destined to be sucked back
into nature's cauldron
to go wherever birds go
black shoes in golden field -
virtue in soles dishevelled and laces worn
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