Messes Poems - Poems about Messes

mermaid messes around with her magic hand Spurts and sparks fly out across the water onto land. I would not do that if I were you, a wise man says. The next thing she knows she’s in a fishbowl with Inez. Inez is miffed, her bowl is too full with this maid. You need to go! You give me too...

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I’m in awe of Him The One who loves Even my most messy efforts Those verses I write That don’t really delight Even me, they seem So disorderly, so muddled That I would like to take them apart And start over with something new Something improved But He loves even these cluttered Tangled and confused Inklings that survive my edits And pour out my soul My burdens...

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I grew up with inches, yards, miles, and feet. I knew the difference, it was easy, and neat. But today I am far behind in the dust because Metric scale is what the new math does. Millimeters, centimeters, cha cha cha. Pencil thickness is about one centimeter. Rah Rah Rah. Ten Millimeters is one centimeter, reminds me of cents to a...

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Honestly I abhor the Rain Russia-triggered in Ukraine A deluge as finishing as A Plague All its relevance fastened on The Vague… Vladimir finally choosing to mess up, All along longing to with the Devil Sup… Consolingly I believe in Sanction, Certain it falls not to function; A trust in more closures of Russia’s Banks For a corresponding reduction of battle-field tanks; A booing at...

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He is deemed least likely to succeed in kindergarten Cannot follow in a line, is horrible at being redundant Never fits in with the rest of the cookie dough Distorted immediately after being cut into a circle He cannot be educated the teacher says in a note to his mother He is Thomas Edison She is strangely odd, her professor writes. She...

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Tuesday was the day that Saturn came crashing down out of the sky. She fell with a plunk, many people thought they were going to die. She got smaller and smaller, until she fell with a tiny little plink. Saturn fell in my grandmother’s dark room, into her photogenic sink. We grandkids asked Grams, should we share Saturn's plight? Gram...

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Ladies of the Soup I bow in your honour You curl up my toes, with images impure My thoughts go askew Bamboozled right through Doing the naughties messes up my coiffure © Jack Ellison 2015...

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A lot of the problems we face in our lives are caused by too many excesses. The state of things in the world today cause too much stress and distress us. Only through Christ and the power of prayer can we conquer the things that opresses us. Keep faith...

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Br'er Rabbit me still tries to best Tar Baby still gets caught up in the emotional mess as an ego-maniacal half-wit when the best approach is to not approach, as if staying out reach and staying out of touch were one-in-the same as running like hell in another direction. But as a gluttonous masochist two, maybe three, times each year I'll stand within reach and swing away. No. That is not...

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