Mangle Poems | Examples

Dysmorphed

I, looking in the mirror yesterday,
witnessed distorted eyes replacing mine;
and, too, the lips and nose, as if a sign,
seemed bent crooked, misaligned in some way.

And, as I, squinting, gazed on that display,
an unheeding hand groped at the outline
of the coldly reflective glass confine.
I watched it slowly mangle the red-clay

body which, lifeless, answered my dead stare.
Tearing tripe from  stomach, and from breast
the heart, those fingers worked maliciously,
dismembering each inch of skin less fair.—
I know not who it was who flayed my chest: 
I? or that demon called Society?

Paul Talked Tough

Paul talked tough, said he wanted to pulverize his enemy
But didn’t have one as far as any of us roommates could see
I’d mangle and maim them like a warrior wrecking ball
His only enemies are on video games, our friend Paul

How Sudden

..
A ghastly cadaver drops, for whose noble sake?
To ravish the grandeur of wildlife
In the thud of night; to mangle
Mother Earth's gift and its life's intent
Where each tender beast moves in a flow
Linking a primal, fond tie with nature’s deities…
But the affinity with innocent children, its tribe
Snuffed with one ruthless bang in the forest
When pitiless minds become delirious… heinous
A giraffe, a leopard perishes without knowing
The lithe body quickly turns into a gaunt shadow,
How sudden. Just like that: unable to play with birds 
And race with own calf or cubs along an inlet...
O hollow night, O lamp of silence drained
By the vicious game from  predators
Lusting after power...just like that 
And no one can tell, for whose noble sake?

My Mind is Out of Order

my mind is a jumbled-up mess,
it thinks it’s a game of chess,
with pawns in a line,
and knights in a bind,
it’s chaos, but i must confess.

it ponders like cats in the night,
chasing things just out of sight,
with dreams in a chase,
and thoughts all misplaced,
it’s nonsense, but it feels just right.

so if you catch me in a tangle,
as my scattered thoughts wrangle and mangle,
just laugh with delight,
and join in the flight,
where logic and silliness dangle.

My Junk Drawer Explained in Rhyme

My mingle-mangle mismash mixed bag of stuff
Is a pastiche, potpourri, patchwork of remnants rough
The accumulation of this junk was not so very tough
Feather dusters, ink wells, rulers, silver links of cuff
Pincushions, a beaver tail, old Spice, smelly snuff
Nails, shoe polish, tape, puffer that does not still puff
Potholders, elf statue, rags to give car a buff
Petrified cinnamon roll, please don’t give me guff.

En Prise

hanging
i am the piece that’s lost
caught in the little flanks
for the rooks and vultures
                                to devour

at this hour
where sunlight and twilight
do more than merely rhyme

               hung by wire
               i pass the time
               soaking up sunfire

hanging
and i dangle
swaying to the winds that mangle

i
   am
           torn
                     and
                              tattered

won’t someone get me down from here?
splatter my brains
and scatter my remains?

(i’ve no need for myself)

                                                 save the dirges
           for someone who gave a rat’s ass
                                                        about living

every day was my funeral
                              this is my finale
                                             the end of me

Reality Wow What a Concept a song

Reality, wow what a concept
lifes provable facts
those incontrovertible truths
things that stick out and not fall in the cracks

Its subject to interpretation you see
describing the elephant for the blind
this part the leg,
that a tail, this part a trunk!! Divine!

For reality takes an observer
to set itself in the track
if that tree fell in the woods with no one to hear
did it make a sound of a crack?

Without perception, it's all contention
if it ever existed at all
and we are all running around with vivid imaginations on ground
till incontrovertible evidence is found

See it, touch it, document away
till the item in question is in decay
or maybe even obliterated away
the observation itself causing the obliteration to stay

And so that was how faith was born
for people to believe in others known truths
we didn't have to experience it first hand
we just had to trust like a youth

And from that comes charlatans 
who mangle that truth for cash
and make the world a caricature
and history rewritten despite past

With no firm understanding of what is
or firm understanding of what was
people lose their compass
and look to god above

Wordplay

Misspelt poems mangle the message,
dealt a blow by a careless edit;
Svelte pen but could not match the approach,
felt you were done but did not see it;

When you’re lucky you get the wordplay,
jasmine doesn’t flow like the jazz men;
Again that’s just not how it works out;
Been there, mind spellcheck pay attention.

Satirical Journal Entry 1 Attempting Suicide: Just The Beginning

Satirical Journal Entry #1
Attempting Suicide:
Just The Beginning!
If I killed myself today would anyone notice? Would anyone be at my 
funeral?
If so, would they come just ot give themselves peace(piece) of mind over 
all the things they took from me?
I guess better late than never!
Hmmm..........
A corpse could always use a loan or a shoulder to cry on.
I wonder how I would be dressed?
Ah....... maybe somehow right before I die I could mangle my face so my casket would stay closed.
-Less opportunity for more disappointment that way.
If I killed myself today all chaos in my mind would end.
I would be in hell for sure 
but I know that all this torture on earth would be forgotten.
Yet one question still remains.
Is it worth the damnation?
Yes! I am a selfish !

No peace

3 Feb 2024  9:36 AM

There is no peace upon this earth
That is not buried in rock and dirt

When ever man lays down his head
Fear and turmoil walk around his bed

They put their spirit into his dreams
He turns and struggles not to scream

His life he spends longing for calm
As life itself slipps through his palm

The sands of time forever fall
As louder he hears deaths beckoning call

His life is worth only what he gives 
His treasure flows through as water through a sieve

Being divided among those whom he cares
And coming together in those whom he shared

In this world peace can not be found
Because evil is always lurking around

Searching for someone to anger and annoy
Searching for life to mangle and destroy

In this world we will have tribulation
But He leaves us His peace and jubilation

That where He is there we may be
Because He died on that man fashioned tree

He tore the veil that seperated man from God
He rescued the souls from their guilty sod

Forever He lives and we may to 
In a body that's holy and new

Our peace is in Him and not of this earth
Earths peace is only found buried in rock and dirt

Limerick In a Darker Shade of Blue

A laundryman let his dong dangle
While standing too close to a mangle.
When they stopped it, you guessed it,
It had folded and pressed it,
And now he must pee at an angle.


Entered in A Funny or Bawdy Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchen
May 1, 2023

1st Place (with 3 others)
Thanks, Tania

Reign of Change

Hands hold, faces face
Eyes embrace, distance dissolves
Time stops, love lingers.

Hands hang, faces warp
Eyes glare, bridges burn
Past crashes, time aborts.

Minds mangle, hearts abrade
Egos blaze, identity incinerates
Pledges perish, bonds break.

Road deserted, journey desolate 
Present pines, future forlorn 
Change reigns, time rues. 

_______________

September 25, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest

Joining the Dots

Attempting to join the dots 
we tie up ourselves in knots; 
later try to untangle,
these barbs that scar and mangle.

Instrumentalising thought 
we rest in silence, self-taught,
letting go of doership crutch,
enabling knowing by touch.

One with universal mind,
wisdom of another kind,
definitive, free from doubt,
deep in soul, clear truth does grout.

18-August-2022

Sleeping Beauty

Softly I reached 
to pull it
A pillow ,Too many ,I think


Your breathing somewhat challenged
Your throat definately
In a kink


Your set up
Was 
In a bad angle


Your coif
It was
Starting to mangle


As I grabbed onto
Pillow two,the culpret,
I thought best in a flash


What I didn't know and
As you told me so(In no uncertain terms)
My thinking would prove to be rash


As I jerked it away
You sprang up to say
Mom!!! What the hell!

A cuff button I'd caught
In a lock of your hair
Which came away in the Pell mell


It took me a few
To convince you
that scalping was not on my mind


That my motive
Was pure,as I begged to assure
I had simply thought to be kind

Emphasis on simply

Turning the Table

7/8/21
"Turning the Table"

Heads or tails
Success or failed
It's just what life entails
Overhead money and infinite power being dangled
People quick to tangle
Then strangle
And mangle
Under a banner that is star spangled
Is there such things as demons or angels?
Turning the table
And looking at it from another angle
It was accurate or mislabeled

Rents been due since April
Recently they cut off the cable
And now am down to the last bagel
There has been so much betrayal
Life becoming too painful
Folks getting unstable
No longer faithful
Turning hateful
Doing things that are shameful
And distasteful
Got to set the bar if your able
Because a lack of effort through life is wasteful
Especially while knowing it eventually turns fatal
Life moves fast, so why travel at the speed of a snail

Humans being far too ****
And often telling fables
Being the one to the tip the scale

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