Short Disorganized Poems

I wish I could be gay man neat and tidy,
instead of straight man disorganized and sloppy.

- Was the above incorrect politically?...

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Room’s messy.
Mind’s disorganized.
Emotions contained.
Thoughts emanating.
Art visualized.
Potential inhibited.
Poetry written.
Dreams unrealized....

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in the closet
ironed
impassive clothes
just eager for
my gestures
sophisticated
of Sunday...
 How sad... !
I am
pure routine
of mondays
disorganized,
but ecstatic......

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Feeling totally frustated, everything totally disorganized
Could it be that the time spent in front of computer screen  

Is worshipping satan in his very clever disguise
No, no that could not be it for this is fun, entertainment...

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Air Out of Each Tire

Trump has become a big liar
And let air out of my each tire;
Of corpse we realized
Body was disorganized;
Big mess became and an entire.

Jim Horn

Was filing my bike tires with air when
I thought of this....

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Trump Troop

Trump troop was discovered doing their duty,
And about them he wrote another beauty;
He did realized,
How disorganized;
Forged own names with frequent fecundity.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet...

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Of simple rolls to playfully wisp
to a beauty of a lovers kiss
to forgetting the day, as children at play
to knowing where to be, but still to stay
to simple words with complex meanings
to living life's fantasy, so near to dreaming
to being disorganized, and out of sorts
to keeping things beautiful, and short of course...

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T esselating threads of time,
A ppear in disorganized fashion.
P erplexing colors woven in and out,
E xpressing a jumble of emotions.
S trikingly vivid highs and lows appear as,
T umultuous skies fade into
R ainbow valleys of peace and hope,
Y ielding to the Master's design.


8/1/12
 For PD's 101 in a row #7 contest...

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Headphones on and volume all the way up. She uses music to escape the world. The beat of the music is the beat of her heart. The rhythm is loud and disorganized. All of her feelings harmonize semi-perfectly to form a dismantled melody. She wraps herself around the lyrics and she becomes the song. Only problem is... no one is listening....

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1.
helter-skelter mode
wind gusts scatter leaves again -
disorganized thoughts

2.
antarctic heat wave
spit crackles pre-hitting ground -
our picnic postponed

3.
chilly fall evening –
last traces of you leave in
eagle’s sharp talons

4.
death gave me the news -
I said, “You’ll have to wait friend
cartoons are on next”

Long Tooth
April 18, 2017...

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Admission, man of words is almost the first step to begin to clean,
If you get off the computer and close some blogs you will get lean,
I heard about your gall stones and the weight going here and there,
Know that your spirit is loved and that deep down that I do still care.

You need to set a few steady days a week to clean ....
If you set a few set days you will find it will be...

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Admission, man of words is almost the first step to begin to clean,
If you get off the computer and close some blogs you will get lean,
I heard about your gall stones and the weight going here and there,
Know that your spirit is loved and that deep down that I do still care.

You need to set a few steady days a week to clean ....
If you set a few set days you will find it will be...

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Confusion has set in
Allowing wild thoughts to bloom
Dominated by chaos
Disorganized mess has surfaced
The world has done this
Stress carries to much weight
The problem has gone rampant
Hurting everyone around
Now the confusion
Must be eliminated
For too much craziness
Has ruined a sane mind
Time to bury the chaos
And create a clean head
Work on it hard and fast
Become complete once again

Russell Sivey...

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Everybody wants aged money,
I want honey-

I wanted something for the done thing,

nothing existing in between because I am the obscene!

I can breathe!
thank you,

I have done it to be meek,

before even-me I was there to seek,

before the masses made the things peek!

I was just lil' old me,

and then back to what you said,

this disorganized violence is sitting red-
and I enjoy rent....

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I could trace back in the past 
Since my disorganized mind can't handle all of the excitement 
I feel an urge to discover something new, but what's there to dig up?
I could explore a new terrain...but my mind can't keep up

I feel like traveling back in time
Perhaps I could have one more chance to change my past decisions
But it's just my imagination...soaked up in grubby grime 
The unbearable sense of impoverishment...ruins my ambitions...

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