Short Unstructured Poems

MIRRORS
gently arranged
in
turning points
extravagant
arrays
of
tapestry
in
sumptious
 similarity

tangles
 of
  feelings
in
metaphorical
 fantasies
of thoughts

perception
in abundant
allusion
eccentric
  spectacle
of unstructured
  chaos
in
  spontaneous
symmetry...

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I maybe bored
To the extent of googling
How to use the toilet bowl properly
Amazingly, there is a detailed answer 
How dare U-tube gives so much information
An  informal education, yet
Informative to the layman’s need and curiosity!
Hmmm, I maybe bored
A retirement aftermath (in my case)
The unstructured time available
Has turned me into a jack of all trades!...

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Either side of the bed is mine
at my whim
and
Fancy

Coffee cups left in the sink
until there are
no
more
Clean

vacuum in the middle of the
floor
for a Week

remote - Mine
precisely.where.I.left.it.

Stink
of steamed broccoli and cauliflower
Welcome.

planting gardenias by the moon
music LOUD and interminable

unstructured.
Untethered.

Because.
I finally.
Can....

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Exceptionally Exquisite
 
Magnificent Splendor
Astounding Distinction
Shattering Demeanor
Unstructured Adoration
With a Glaring Enticement
 
Isn’t she Exceptionally Exquisite?
 
Captivating Aura
Prevailing Sovereignty
Reckless Obsession
Passionate Essence
 
Isn’t she Exceptionally Exquisite?
 
And Hope of a newborn child in her
Boundless
And Enduring
Treasured Smile.
 
Exceptionally Exquisite...

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My gait spasmodic
I staggered drunkenly
My inner voice a thousand tongues
Of crazed cacophony

In mumbling incoherence
My muddled mind benumbed
I sought the words I fumbled for
As if I were struck dumb

But sentence was unstructured
And thought was compromised
Were I to even form a word
Complexity – be mine

The Thought took hold – though – 
In shape – and form – and slowly
I expressed in words
What only wise men know –...

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Words emerging from your quill,
Blazing with effulgence,
Capering and crooning around,
In harmony or in dissonance.

Rhyming in a golden cage,
Flying around in splendid colors,
Or, in a greenish meadow,
Flying away in divine freedom.

The beads of words will last long,
In our minds, if threaded strong
Whether structured or unstructured
As I know, I’m your spectator.




Honorable Mention in STRAND no 650 any form any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand...

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