Short Jangled Poems

A
jar now
mutely holds
washers and clamps,
nuts, bolts, screws, buttons, and the oddity.
It once held the dreams I dreamt and jangled
with hopes, desires
I’d saved, lost
in one
life....

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Such a jumble of chaotic discord
Easily jangled by the irritations of living
Where there is a lull in the wailing sirens
Life can only be torture and torment
An abysmal betrayal
A howling inferno
But life is a fire in which each burns
To erase all the derisions and humiliation
In a world full of ailments and faults......

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Listen to poem:

Let me be open to be startled
to let the unexpected in,
to be surprised, astonished, shocked,
wide open to action happening in peripheral view.
Let me be open to strangeness
by looking for difference and oddity
with laser cutter eyes 
slicing away the clutter
of mundane sameness.
Let me be startled by strangeness,
glad to be jostled and jangled,
disturbed and wrangled 
to action and reaction,
by being receptive 
and willingly open....

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As we walked towards the festival 
We hear the drumbeats and the chanting 
Soon we were close enough to view the dancers
Fantastic costumes - red, blue, green, yellow 
All the dancers were wearing feathers and pieces of metal
which jangled at they danced 
Surrounded by onlookers the dancing 
reached a fever pitch 
The winners were announced 
Later, buffalo burgers and a look around 
at Native American crafts 
Great way to spend a warm Saturday in June...

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three thirty, exact
the bell
        jangled
gathered my coat
foregoing
  the afterschool
match

tuesday
  my weekly treat
   awaited on gran's
baking tray

I opened
   the back door
a spicy aroma
  fiiled the air
there
  it was freshly baked
my 
      weekly share

pipng hot
   drizzled with honey
moreish&
           yummy
a moist
     mouthwatering
             confection
succulent

 sultana delectation

home -baked
  by she
especially
for
   me...

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three thirty, exact
the bell
        jangled
gathered my coat
foregoing
  the afterschool
match

tuesday
  my weekly treat
   awaited on gran's
baking tray

I opened
   the back door
a spicy aroma
  fiiled the air
there
  it was freshly baked
my 
      weekly share

pipng hot
   drizzled with honey
moreish&
           yummy
a moist
     mouthwatering
             confection
succulent

 sultana delectation

home -baked
  by she
especially
for
   me...

Read More