Short Untidy Poems

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Pluto made a dwarf
not for being far too small
precinct too cluttered...

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The more I let go of
these tiresome soul struggles,
the should haves,
the should bes, 
the more it is possible,
to be messy and
alive....

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Untidy
I’m battered down below
And unkempt up top
A mess
Simply disheveled
Unstable in my mind
Unsteady in my stance
Straighten me out
Like only you can...

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Let me love or die
Sometimes it comes first; sometimes
afterwards
believe me, you shall be in that
like mad;
Try once, for you, for me
oh please -
let me love or die....

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They are vain, quarrelsome men
Bloated, opinionated,
Untidy, men cosseted 
By the academic life,
The literary life—smug,
Tell you what authors are in
Or out. They know best—of course....

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How does it matter
The dream being dreamt
Lower mind chatters
Untidy unkempt 
As urges scatter

Save in stillness 
Stream unbroken
Stuporous-ness 
Has core shaken

Our response 
In the dream
Joyous stance

Vibrant
In the

Void

21-October-2020...

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Why I look up

remembering as school children
untidy shoes uncooperative socks
and late night stars racing
leaving high clouds behind
all that was in a hurry
but for gentle feet dragging 
crossing the summer meadow
allowing me to look up
moving towards home...

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A garden unattended 
is a woman abandoned


Grass growing unruly 
her hair untidy


Petals dried out 
manicure urgently needed 


Dry stems and twigs 
chapped lips and dry skin


Weeds vined and entwined around trees 
ingrown toenails and coarse heels on feet...

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A rare snowfall has left
forgiving blanket over all.
It's covering up the litter
of the late untidy fall.
The morning sun is sending rays
to sparkle up the scene
of a winter white as beautiful
as springtime's luscious green.
The hills with their opalescent glow,
are splendid in new coats of snow....

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Is it walking to town
when you are not nude or untidy?

Is it taking tea
with a cup, and wine 
with a glass?

Is it dressing to "fit"
in the digital age?

Is it going to war
in the name of love?

Is it laughing to make
the comedian happy?

Or, is it following your heart without
a taint of doubt?...

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Moonbeams spun on cobwebs
laced through with dew.

Daybreak bugles
then burgles
as light enters its brazen domain.

Old Horace
wakes from his untidy cot;

an uncertain pause, then:

carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero,

for cobwebs, like tomorrow, are frail
and this day is a blade
to seize as you may....

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The Good-Bye

We walked
To the railway station
Mother
Dressed in an old coat
Fastened with safety pins
waved.
She looked so small wanted to leave the train
Embrace her.
The train moved
I waved
As long as I could see her.
Mother was untidy
Hair 
On the sandwiches 
She gave me.
At the next stop
I bought a bar of chocolate....

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a basin of white chipped enamel
tips the wash over the pale streets;
lights appear in the random order

of secret intent; confused stars
in an untidy sky light the northern stone,
hours slip behind a rook`s shadow;

a rain curtain falls as we sigh with routine:
we are waiting for a small, clean death,
trapped between the sun and the moon....

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The touch of your soft lips,
The feel of your finger tips.

The smell of your perfumed body,
Your hair wild and untidy.

The strut in your walk,
And the way you talk.

The thought of your jade eyes,
Is like the ocean tides.

All of this makes my heart melt,
Because of the way we felt.

The night you held me close,
I will never let you go!...

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while the silent moon is above the horizon,
the teeth grind to block the ears to
allegoric noises in the head
of crumbling paper in the hands,
screeching fingernails on a metal piece,
squealing chalk  on the board.
the disarrayed thoughts
like untidy paperwork,
An emotional chaos is creating void in the chest
and the unrest mind disobeys to sleep....

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YOU ARE WHAT YOU KEEP

Let it go. The blackness
the blueness the redness
construe less. Drop things 
too heavy to lift. Clear 
dark bureaus untidy 
bits

Starving
dreams deplete sleep. Let
worldlings murmur their
blurb. Lightning quirks on
high alert. In this great 
Texan delicatessen
you are what
you keep


© Kim van Breda—17 November 2015...

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Within the filing cabinet of your mind,
there is a drawer of broken promises.
Best of intentions to sort into an order of some kind,
the need to do it, you swiftly dismiss.

Your own broken promises thrown in with those of others,
create an untidy, heaped mixture.
A closed drawer neatly covers,
Yet in your mind a permanent fixture?
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EARLY  SPRING



Skating children stop in park
To stamp in muddy  footmarks:
Messy, black, untidy,
Cold, repulsive, ugly  -
A shallow dirty mire filled 
With broken shards of ice spilled.



All in a moment the sun splashes
The blackened ice and flashes
Brighter than noon in my eyes -
A dazzling overwhelming  surprise,
The dirt and mere mud mayhem
Purified into  a coruscating gem....

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A rare snowfall has left 
forgiving blanket over all.
It’s covering the litter 
of the late untidy fall.
The morning sun is sending rays
to sparkle up the scene
of a winter white as beautiful 
as springtime’s luscious green.
The nearby hills are shining
With an opalescent glow,
so self conscious of their splendor
in their brand new coats of snow.


One of the no. one wins...

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There's no need for heaven,
I have haunting to do,
You left things untidy for me,
How dare you,
Trying to clean up now,
When I can't defend myself,
You scream to the world about me,
You need a mouth washing,
Soap on your tongue,
Clean your filthy lies,
Wisdom comes with a price,
It's cost is more than life,
Yes indeed,
I have some haunting to do,
Heaven can wait.

~Vickie Thayer~...

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Let those kids get home late
We reach on foot a bit early
Let them visit the river--a corporal fullness
We tidy up, dishes had been untidy for long
Old daddy at home
Mom no more, never was
Brought us up with care
with clay, in own hands
Our kids—our siblings 
would get home back when exhausted
No need to worry unreasonably 
We go home walking a little on foot, a bit early
Our kids
Our siblings...

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There is no time for heaven,

I have some haunting to do,

You left things untidy for me,

How dare you,

Trying to clean up now,

When I can't defend myself,

You tell the world about me,

But it's you, 

That needs a mouth washing,

Soap on your tongue,

Clean your filthy lies,

Yes indeed, 

I have some haunting to do,

Heaven can wait.

                                              ~Vickie~...

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BEACH    MUSIC


Shells swish and scrape, popping
And bubbling in submerged suddenness.
Seaweed to and fro floating, slopping
On the deepening waves  -  an untidy mess.


Ebb-tidal pebbles chuckle chuckle, then
Rock and roll in brine-fuelled highs
Swept  up the beach and all swept down again
Like line dancers  ( remember those guys? )


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She looked at the other side 
of herself
The ferocious face that everyone would hide
she looked at her other  book on the shelf
So brave she is , her world is wide
the hidden things within are her power and pelf
A lioness in the royal liar,she lied
untamed , untidy and this is the best of her side
small it is, as if she is haunted by a wild elf
A wall it is, unseen and from the snide
world outside; she would eternally hide...

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Little Birdie in the rain, 
will you hide ‘til it starts to wane?

Little Birdie in the snow,
do you have a warm place to go?

Little Birdie in the heat,
do you know of a cool retreat?

Little Birdie in the cloud,
do you forever stand up proud?

Little Birdie in the sleet,
will you hide underneath a sheet?

Little Birdie in the wind,
will your untidy feathers mend?

Little Birdie whatever you do,
remain safe and attend to You!...

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