Short Untangling Poems

untangling his nets,

the hardy homeowner

lays out Xmas lights

on his snow-covered drive....

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Parts
missing;
untangling
ethereal
strands.

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(C) John C Michaels, 27 August 2017...

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Fickle moods
swing
skewing the cornerstones
of poetic view
like a ball of string
poets try
untangling
knotted questions
to find answers
which give meaning
to beliefs...

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Night
            unpins
         her dark hair

       untangling stars
  as Dusk sets the Sun 
      down in the Sea 

        She'll comb it
            while he 
             sleeps......

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(I)
I quaff your
vermillion quintessence,
the scarlet blood
untangling
snarls of
my weathered epidermis,

(II)
I toss
my life towards
resurrection’s
open bosom,
cavorting atop
the rippling
waves of
Christ’s shores...

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combing my unkempt hair
unraveling years of not caring
my freedom knotted with reckless abandon
untangling each strand of dissatisfaction
cutting as curls fall away
each length a strand of injured time



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Twisted faith yields no mercy.
Blood makes the Devil thirsty.
And just as Lucifer once fell, 
Man created his own hell,
While jumping slightly at the sound of a bell.
In the distance the church sings,
Bringing peace, the bell rings,
Untangling the harp strings,
And with it mending the angel’s broken wings....

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'Tis that time again to bedeck the tree with decorations!

   Untangling the string of lights is one of my annual frustrations!

      Naughty words are said but when all is said and done, you'll,

         Happily declare that sans a Christmas tree it wouldn't be a Yule!

Placed No. 9 in Kim Merryman's "Here We Go A Caroling" Contest - January 2013...

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Uncoloured
Untailored
Unzipped
Untied
Unmasked
Untangled

I am unidentified, for no-one can claim to know the depth of my well.
I am no coloured frame of happiness.
I am no tailored garment.
I am not a zipped up pants
I am not a perfectly tied up ponytail.
I am masked with flaws yes.
I am untangling myself from a deeper web.

I am too uncoloured to fit....

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Baggage within 
      trappings of illusions,
love packed away
  in neat little compartments
gathering cobwebs at
     makeshift improvisations, 
dusting intermittently
      if by chance a light
           should shine,
never wholly untangling 
    the snare
mid a labyrinth of
      transparent entrapment,  
as violin strings continue
      to unlatch the same old key...

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When I awake in the morning
The sun shining in your sweet face
Smelling your pure sweet woman musk

Untangling from your clinging arms
Running my hands through your dark hair
Looking close at your fine mustache

My elbow knocks a Champagne glass
The sound of the cheap flute breaking
Stirs your celluloid bubbled tail

Good morning my sweet Vegas love

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008...

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Secret Battles—Silent Wars

 

Telling my secret battles

Celebrating the untold wars

Unfolding my choicest memories

Surfing the virgin’s pathways

Rhyming sacred hymns

Recalling stolen graces

Unveiling the hidden shadows

Parting the puffy clouds

Unmasking the hidden faces

Untangling woven phases

Quelling our sumptuous yearnings

Quieting every inner wailing

Quailing at the broken words

Stoking my ethereal flame...

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A gnarly oak tree
resembling
the Gorgon
Medusa;
sends serpentine roots
twisting and squirming,
into the dank
forest floor.
Its skeletal limbs
clawing their way
out of a fog bank;
bony fingers
drip droplets
of morning dew
onto the dry leaves
scattered beneath
its barren branches.
And Autumn breezes
reveal the
shifting shadows
weaving between
its mossy boughs,
untangling the
net nature cast;
freeing this
ancient Goliath
from its shroud;
of misty white....

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