Short Bedraggled Poems

ribbons of brown and grey
roads bedraggled by Helene 

first published in Kukai @The Haiku Foundation 09/03/2024
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I lie bedraggled, disheveled,
scrunched up and crinkled,
in a pile,
like ratty raggedy 
rag doll,
besmirched, 
defiled and exiled,
for being a
spineless, 
limp 
wimp....

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Tongue; in Valetudinary STATE.
For Barbarous and Flagitious
Portance is very Bedraggled;
A-be-ce-dar-ians,
or the Adroitly,
are ALLERGIC
to Crass and 
Uncouth
LIPS.


Pace, G
04-22-2012...

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Life bedraggled.
Clown mask in tatters.
What matters, shattered 
into a myriad
of jumbled pieces.
Nowhere to hide
when you can't
make a laugh
anymore.
Entropy is funny that way....

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as days fade to night
the season blights to winter
dearth of light brings haggard chills

landscape bedraggled
shriveled to black then bleached white
cries ice tears then hibernates...

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ears wiggle
       fingers waggle
     girls giggle
       customers haggle

     curlicues squiggle
       snail-pack straggles
     belly-fat wriggles ~
       survivors bedraggled...

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With tattered clothes he enters the door
With icy hands he sends shivers and more
Cloaked in bedraggled wear he enters
Many take not a glance to his gender
Ay but Winters near so don warm gear!...

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the students parade in all clean and pristine
squealing in delight as they spy friends
loving the idea of a new school year
dragging out seven hours later
bedraggled and upset,
angry about something...

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Night leaks from the water-bucket,
it flows onto bedraggled phlox.

The black water is full,
I cannot even see the bucket.

The moon floats 
as a lily pad in the blackness.

The purple phlox spills
drowning into dawn light....

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A shaft of sunlight 
splits our dreams 
and the spell evaporates, 
our fate is sealed, 
our goose is cooked! 

Morning-mouthed, 
bedraggled, the reality of day 
makes for a rude awakening, 
as reluctantly we say 
'auf wiedersehen.'...

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A shaft of sunlight
cleaves their reveries
and the spell evaporates,
their fate is sealed,
their goose is cooked!

Morning-mouthed,
bedraggled, the reality of day 
makes for a rude awakening
as reluctantly they say 
'auf wiedersehen.'...

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A shaft of sunlight
cleaves their reveries
and the spell evaporates,
their fate is sealed,
their goose is cooked!

Morning-mouthed,
bedraggled, the reality of day 
makes for a rude awakening
as reluctantly they say 
'auf wiedersehen.'...

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A shaft of sunlight
cleaves their reveries,
and the spell evaporates,
their fate is sealed,
their goose is cooked!

Morning-mouthed,
bedraggled, the reality of day 
makes for a rude awakening
and reluctantly they say 
auf wiedersehen....

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A shaft of sunlight
cleaves their reveries,
and the spell evaporates,
their fate is sealed,
their goose is cooked!

Morning-mouthed,
bedraggled, the reality of day 
makes for a rude awakening
and reluctantly they say 
auf wiedersehen....

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Tongue flicks at mouths hinge
looking for an inlet rest
breath hold
in tremored chest
His eyes flit
as chocolate twirled dress
comes to autumn leaves fall rest
From your knees discover
each curves turn over
You are mine to use
she rasps from bedraggled hair tumble...

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Days
should be
warm in the 
middle of June.
The rain clouds obscure
the bright skies every day.
My roses are bedraggled
as the cold wind blows them over.
I'm still waiting for the sun to shine.
I fear it's taking a spring vacation.


Placed first
For Andrea's Etheree contest...

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His rainment bleak
   Snarls of hair matted
Bloated shoes mud-streaked
   Wisps of hair unhatted

Muttered imprecations
   Hiding teeth jagged
A bedraggled skeleton
   Cursing Nature, near-ragged

Those with golden locks
   and eyes of deep blue 
Face the mirror squarely
   Could his image have been you?...

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Its September
Where is your rain muse ?
weve got our Autumn
I'm drawing a line
on Summer past
like some bedraggled piston
its  chore has gone
The buddleia is slightly drawn
and the red roses have died down
The Fern tree is re-splendid
in its promise
potted under my Robina
and weve got our spinach to grow
for spring...

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Its September
Where is your rain muse ?
weve got our Autumn here
I'm drawing a line
on Summer past
like some bedraggled dragon
its  chore has commenced
The buddleia is slightly drawn
and the red roses have died down
The Fern tree is re-splendid
in its promise
potted under my Robina
There's spinach and broad beans
for spring 
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Once a cute little bedraggled stray
who wore a tuxedo colored gray
charmed his way into our home to stay.

Regal, royal ruler of the floor
howling, yowling, mewling, “Feed me more!”
Escape artist foils guard at the door.

Now the dish is gone, the house is still,
no pattering paws, no purring trill.
Bones laid to rest on top of a hill....

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Lightening Bugs Caramel Apples Darkness - A Haiku

~moon night bedraggled
where lit skies lightening bugs
caramel apples

biggest moonlit star
in the darkness of night shines
the lightening bug

on cold tree branches 
bounces apples caramel
and lightening bugs~


5/2/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©...

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Constant denigration
wears you down
you feel so small
as your efforts are
downgraded with cast-off scoffs.
Your pearls bedraggled,
lack lustre,
displayed dimmed and dulled,
squelched by doubt,
smeared in fear.
Duet performance discordant 
sung in disharmony
with lead player out of tune,
tone-deaf.
Belittled, you be,
and bedraggled becomes you....

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Night leaks from the water-bucket.
A darkness flowing over
a bedraggled lily bloom
in the water bucket.
 
The black water is full,
you can hardly see the flower
only the moon shines in the water.
 
The large flower-head floats,
the buoyant moon keeps it
from sinking,
 
Night shadows drown
in the deep water.
Where the moon is not -
no water, no blossom....

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Jensen plays to the skinless drum
Ten chocolate soldiers melt down
by the campside
Platitudes of the night
crimson altar affairs preside

I have forgotten your face
wish i was a pram
under full moon
grateful to be the new born
like a newly hatched larvae

An urbane man chased by 
bedraggled beagles
Forget the rest
cruelty at its own behest
treads to grey





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On waking to the strongest gale
Bedraggled sunflowers still beguile
August storms of wind and hail
Will ne’er destroy my sunflowers smile


Written 6th August 2021

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