Kempt Poems | Examples

This Old Brush

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

Insisting On Our Way

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

Contemplating

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

The Beach Sunset

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.

K

Keen         kiss 
                                        Kid          kept 
                                        Knew   key
                                        Kempt                          
                                        Kind     kin
                                        Kurt         klutz      
                                        Kick              keg


12/16/2016

Sights and Whispers Unite

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

Afterlife

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

Lonely and Fed Up

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.

Gone

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

Cuidame

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

Rickey

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

Toil

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

The Side

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.

Spent

I love thee more today as all be spent
to look away in wretched discontent.
As whence all hope, is but to circumvent -
I love thee more by chancing no extent.

Writhing with some validation's meant
I love thee further as my heart's intent
is flying, always out and toward advent.
I love thee giving up possession's lent.

And asking God for quietude to vent,
my passions undercurrent of resent.
I love thee more by vying or by bent
conditions, underlying for convent!

As in some risk no rules are duly kempt -
contingencies not meriting thy rent.
I love thee fully, loft and wholly went -
Now rough, then soft, ..so soulfully am spent!

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