Long Kempt Poems
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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
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
I'm new to this language; it baffles me so!
With so many mysteries I wish to know:
Why doesn't 'resolve' mean 'to solve it again'?
And why are 'wise guys' not the same as 'wise men'?
Why doesn't 'extraneous' mean 'once was traneous'?
Why's 'miscellaneous' not NOT cellaneous?
Enigmas that seem to me very unmappable,
Unflappable me has become simply flappable.
"You're incorrigible", my friend Mike said to me,
I said, "Corrigible I'll endeavor to be."
One museum we saw had a fossil exhibit
I asked, "Every bone was at one time a hibit?"
"I don't care for inquisitive people", said Mike.
So I asked, "What's a quisitive person look like?"
He looked at me plussed with a look of disgust,
now I hope I can change it to gust and nonplussed.
"Disgruntled employees", my boss said, distressed,
"are a pain in the neck!" I thought, "gruntled is best!"
He scolds my appearance: "Your hair is unkempt",
so I'm bringing a comb to make sure it stays kempt.
"Avoid work mishaps, and do not act unruly".
"Yes sir, boss. I'll only make ruly haps, truly"
He tells me, "Just try not to look so disheveled."
My note to self: make it my goal to look sheveled.
"Intrepid Improvements" the work poster says
"Avoid trepid provements" is my New Year's res.
"Such reckless abandon" someone said to me
so from now on, more reckful I'm hoping to be.
I've tried to appear nonchalant and undaunted,
I'm daunted that I'm more chalant than I wanted.
This poem I'll write in indelible ink -
…much better than delible ink, don't you think?
Sponsor : Constance Le France
submitted : 6/7/25
Placed : Third
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lovingly she opened a tungsten gate to his Heart quantum lasers sharp, her ordained healing art
penetrated a gossamer of silver spider-webs
drew slightly aback to allow patu marplesi to ebb
ghostly armoured soldiers wandered within
from Constantinople fields to Berlin yields spin
filling spirant space with unearthly eerie sound
mighty rainbow light had much to gently unbound
grave were crested captains and kempt kings
strategically planned to destroy men with rings
ages of teary traumas they marched to destroy
humanity’s bounties, dear heavenly bows of joy
godforsaken armies toyed with swords
guns, grenades, rifles until nuclear bomb boards
angelic realms sang in fear, egos refused to hear
dismal throughout these ages of little heart cheer
grief-stricken mothers could not calm
wilful warlords of wasteful weathering charm
programmed to flex muscle in massacre ways
mind had to practice Arts of Dark in many bays
groaning has to end so instructed Divine Light
time to unloop cycles wretched, rampant might
clear Heart Spaces with conscious awareness
melt gates of tungsten or gold, nothing careless
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