Short Organised Poems
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Tormenting
Enemy
Raised internally
Religious zealot
Organised
Remarkably
Ignorant of truth
Stabbing
Trusting people
When Jesus Christ was, "Sir Come Sized"
His mum said, "That was ill-advised!
In a pinch
One more inch
Can certainly be organised!"
Virgin Mary
I am not
Running wild
Generating chaos.
Organised chaos, mind
*Inspired by Danielle White, Acrostic Astrology Contest
I am organised by nature
Everything has a place
I cannot thrive in untidiness
Chaos I will not embrace!
I find culling therapeutic
It clears both home and mind
To function well in life
Disorder I must decline!
People arrive, bringing
presents which are wrapped in
pretty pink packaging.
Parents have organised
pizza and ice cream then
pamper sessions as treats -
pass the parcel's passé!
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Intentional straategies
Dry ink blink
Ressurection
An’ rise above the pain
So the tit for tat
Is more easy
Love
Starts so early
Combat
Pain
Regain
Status
Of perfection
Made in an image
Open
Choice
Ock, aye
‘cept for when the
Coping strategies sigh
Into the willow tree
And the organised alternative
Cause friction
confusing tensions
psychopathic maladjustments
forbidden love
in sequestrated caves
imminent war of thoughts
methodically organised
what is a sonnet
true discrimination of
shocking truths
mental equipoise
singing birds under the
carpet of a bleeding heart
pastures of inhibited love
meadows of unfilled longings
religion is philosophy
of action
Form:
Egotistic no doubt about it
Moody that cant be denied
Outrageous with all the trimmings
Tempting with thought and word
Inspiring in times of need
Organised well close any way
Noisy, the life of every party.
Scared to reveal your reality
So many emotions tangled tight
We wear them all the time
Some we hide so no one sees
What emotions flow through you today?
writing is neat
no paint at the bottom
of your pants no splash
of blue on the shoes
it is easy
a pen and piece of paper
you are constrained by the
words hence careful no hurry
shackled by rules of language
we are sort of organised
in art on the go
it is absolute anarchy
delving into the soul of colours
like a lunatic
beyond time and space wandering
colours are absolute bliss
Form:
worth of wage
a mercenary/ organised
land based force ready for
commands/ spotters observers
and carriers ,to share the warmth
of bed/ orphans from violence and war
invisible many/ sick blood diamonds recru-
ited by ments while theirs go to school an
church to learn of values and virtues
what is the law--
where is the value---
i am throwing up the un digestible con-
cept of child soldiers
Form:
3 Tanka
Tanka (more or less)
I live inside
A magnificent maze
Of colour purple
My wife wears a florid robe
I see two moons and five balloons
Tanka
The place I love
My organised chaos studio
Tomorrows` likelihood
Under coffee stained ideas
A place where pens disappear
Tanka
A sandstone heap
A child could play here forever
An Island in the field
The Bush atop my banner
The king share it with rabbits
FEATHERED GALLEONS
Swans - eight white-sailed galleons
Bobbing on the choppy River Boyne,
Without tacking, heading into the wind:
Flotilla - organised, disciplined,
Sailing in line ahead through the spray,
Their feathers fluttering in slight disarray
As they stroked their way upstream:
White eight on a watery light beam.
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NOTE
The River Boyne is a very picturesque river in Ireland.
Just another film cliché
Sunglasses in the night time
Bullets everywhere
The big bad boss of organised crime
Is starting to despair
He’s swearing down his cell phone
Describing the chaotic scene
It’s like a bloody battle zone
Wherever that has been
Kill him and everyone he’s known
Fill him full of lead
Disrespect to me he’s shown
I want that mother dead
Guns and bombs and car crashes
He survives them everyday
With not a scratch on his sunglasses
The hero walks away
Bohemian Rhapsody
Their music invaded your organised space
Your soul coerced migrated to another place
I see a silhouette of a man a prophetic phrase
Soulful harmonic interludes those glory days
Into the limelight with a genre so vibrant
Melodies and lyrics emotive just brilliant
A fusion of opera and rock distinctive clean
Only they dared this eccentric group Queen
Freddy’s vocals echoing guitars instantly smitten
Bohemian Rhapsody greatest rock opera ever written
19/8 /2017