Short Wrangled Poems

Weathered skin
Bleeding, broken nails
A rip in the heart
From a soulless creature
Life beat her up
With no mercy
And as she wrangled
With herself
He mended her 
Ephemeral existence...

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An evil kangaroo poacher from Perth
Rousted rare 'roos for all they were worth.
But, one day as he wrangled,
In his noose he got tangled,
Now of kangaroo poachers from Perth there's a dearth....

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TANGLED IN TANTRUM

             Wrangled
                                       Tangled
Mangled
                      Strangled

Never to have wrangled! Tangled nest.
Hair forever mangled. Strangled crest.

8/17/2017

Form T Contest
Chosen word: Tangled
Form Used: Tyburn...

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A blessed soul has won a role, The Prince of Peace,
Of noble birth, a novice born a blue-blood,
Pontificate average those brevities,
Stemmed full of thorns wrangled beneath his rosebud.

Won The Papal States, Mona Lisa smiled, lost,
His tenure was mired in doubts--parts that he crossed,
A scorned tag as unfortunate of the popes,
A Florentine, a Medici, useless hopes....

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The Feeling of Fishing while Floating
Is Graded on Goading, and Gloating

Bystanders oft blindly believe
In salmon the size of my sleeve

Tall Tales at the Time Told True
In Grandeur they Gained and they Grew


But my Rod and Reel won't Remember
Come the Dread and the Din of December

And by the Time I again Tell my Tale
I Will have Wrangled Ahab's White Whale

2/13/11...

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I know I'm 41 now,
But the kid just trying to be silly,
Make people laugh,
Make them lose themselves,
Find themselves,
That kid is still manning the controls.
He gets nudged, knocked, wrangled at times
But we all know, all those outboarded 
Shadowy figments know, he's the only one
Who can make a spark in the reaching darkness.
In fact he renames the darkness and calls it a blessing....

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I could see untamed in her fiery eyes
but I'm way to old for a wild ride
but once upon a time I wrangled on in
tried to treat her like a lady and nearly died
taming a bucking star is emotional suicide.
If I could do it all over again
i'd toss the saddle, rope and bit
spur her hard on the flanks 
make my way down to her lips
buck her until I spilled my brains 
jump off and never look back again....

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The history of this moment
Parallel in all decision recharted
A final glance revealed
Chimerical, each flight through dazzling entry

Urgent not to be left alone
Buried, the skies peel from their gaze
Criminal to walk out each square and peg

Lost beyond inner butterfly of space
Leaping circus rings and beast wrangled
The last bastion of you to me

Free without a second
The birth or uncovering 
Falling deep between the years...

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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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On “The Wind in the Willows”

Four fine fellows
the badger, the toad, the mole and the rat
under the weeping willows 
in confusion sat
you could see they were wise
wealthy, cultured and couth
together they wrangled their minds with the truth
their fear, awe, nostalgia, “Oh Boy” ,“Oh Boy”
when they solved the problem, “Ode to Joy," Ode to Joy”
togetherness blended to softness and ease
so, they sailed downstream on the Thames Valley breeze.

7/25/18...

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Penning wrangled mime
and wared out of my skits,
I’m poked in serspiration,
My mind’s in fisted twits.

It’s not the way I spike to leak;
I’ve turned to try it down.
Still I'm rilled with florious grime,
so nothing dings me brown.

We poets are a lazy crot,
voiling with turds and worse.
Roping with the fools of corm,
dinditions so reverse.

A hong lot toke in the sub
might dude me a girl of wood.
Or how about a bun at the reach?
Well, I can’t wet a gay, but I should....

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