Undisciplined Poems | Examples

In the face of irresistible attraction, I lose myself in my rebellious nature

In the face of irresistible attraction, I lose myself in my rebellious nature,
I cannot restrain what I feel, nor change the choices I've made,
I act contrary to expectations, like an undisciplined artist,
For I lack the power to hold back when you are near me.
Your presence is a storm that consumes me, an endless whirlwind,
It overwhelms me, pulls me from reality, and carries me into a dream,
For a moment that feels like eternity, a time suspended in time,
I feel helpless, captive in a universe where only you exist.
I am lost, without clear thoughts, unable to distinguish or believe,
In anything but you, in the light that gently blinds me,
Everything I've learned, everything I've built as the foundation of my being,
Has scattered, with no rules or religions to make me think otherwise.
I am at your mercy, whether you intended it to be so or not,
It's the way I feel, it's the way I am when you are near me,
Like a leaf carried by the wind, like a song without end,
I surrender to you, uncontrollable attraction and boundless desire.

Nothing But the Cross

Nothing But the Cross

Nowhere can I turn for help but to you
Oh Lord. You are 
The great physician who can
Heal my broken heart.
In You and You alone am I safe and
Nothing can harm my soul. You
Gave all through your son Jesus so my sins can be

Buried at the foot of the cross. I can be
Undisciplined in my life like a sheep
That has gone astray. But I know 

That I can turn back to the cross for
Help and You will always be there for
Even someone like me. Through

Communion we are commanded to
Remember the new covenant that
Offered us true
Salvation. Thank You Blessed
Savior.

Nothing But the Cross

Nothing But the Cross

Nowhere can I turn for help but to you
Oh Lord. You are 
The great physician who can
Heal my broken heart.
In You and You alone am I safe and
Nothing can harm my soul. You
Gave all through your son Jesus so my sins can be

Buried at the foot of the cross. I can be
Undisciplined in my life like a sheep
That has gone astray. But I know 

That I can turn back to the cross for
Help and You will always be there for
Even someone like me. Through

Communion we are commanded to
Remember the new covenant that
Offered us true
Salvation. Thank You Blessed
Savior.

Thank you God for Dogs

Just leave them alone. They will be fine.
If I had a dollar for every time I heard that one
I would have enough money to buy a new coat.
I could buy one anyway, but I love my coat.
It is a fake fur, all black, I have had it eighteen years.
It looks brand new, so the $120 was worth it.
Thank you JC Penney’s.

Just let them be; life will happen, there is nothing you can do about it.
What is wrong with these creepsters?
Do they not know that I want to control my children and my pets.
I realize now that it was a futile idyllic thought, but makes no sense.
Controlling children is doable in a bit of a regard but only for a few years.
For they were born with minds of their own.
My pets are as wild and undisciplined as my children.
I love them all the same.
But my pets seem to love me more.
Thank you, God, for dogs.

Bio

 Mama, Sissy, Hun, Chris, Baby, Beloved, Crystol Lynn
 Compassionate, empathetic, self-conscious, undisciplined
Brother or sister of: One sister, three brothers, and all fellow Christians
Lover of : My family, Reading, studying the Bible
Who feels: With my hands, with my whole heart, and with my soul
Who fears: The unknown, humiliation, my child being hurt
Who wishes to see: My grandchildren one day, my name on a published book I've written, more love than hate in this world
Resident of: Dille,WV
Last name: Hundley-Woods 

Blood of my blood and bone of my bone
Who, formed in my womb, has become my home.
Scarlet threads from far back in time
Connected by, and desirous are, these ties that bind.

When I Tattled on Ana

An undisciplined terrible tot,
Ana did awful things quite a lot.
Uncle Bob she did kick.
I told Dad. With a stick,
a good spanking my sis at last got!

Delusion

The assigned unseen lamp hidden somewhere, 
someone kindles for you when you’re made to arrive.
Unperceived, it creates reflective beam of contemplation,
illumines the pathway of your destined journey.

The free will you make as the mental mural of pride, 
the lamp makes it ostensibly self-radiant, 
enmeshing your soul within the maze of formidable ego, 
that designs the deviant road you travel undisciplined. 

On the way you pick up some flowers of wilderness,
someone graciously blossoms only for you,
but you think these are epitome of your self-made image, 
worthy of affirmative celebration of self-seeking euphoria. 

On the way you tread on the trail of anguish thorns, 
you think you would pave a new amiable track soon, 
and won’t suffer on the stinging journey for long,
but the perpetual torment lingers on. 

The disowned lamp then gets extinguished by itself,
in depth of darkness you lose awareness unrestrained.
The willful psyche clings to the sense of disarrayed self,
and gets confined within the bubble of delusion.

OH APRIL

Oh April
I hear you tapping
Tapping on sweet Spring’s back door
Running through the streets after dark
Undisciplined, unchaperoned
Chattering in a fledgling nest
Peeking from behind softened soil
Basking in a sunrise drum roll
I hear nature whisper
OH! APRIL

Bitter Herbs

Can we cease from shouting at each other?
Can we relearn the ability to respect?
Can we not have a discussion with dignity?
Can we sit at the table of brotherhood and talk?

Can we not listen and evaluate the opinions of others?
In the public arena, especially politics and religion,
our present seeds of speech will only grow bitter herbs.
It is vital that we do better. Our children are watching.

In my country, I hear the dreadful and tremoring sounds,
filled with undisciplined emotions and built-up anger.
I feel tension I've not known before, wanting to quake.
I pray that we all will call a 'time-out' and take a break.

022824PS

Epigram f

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   Threesome
    twosome
    wantsum




 
*simply the muse friendz
  but funny y'all ;)


 ("wantsum" is my own 
  portmanteau...wanton&sum)

ORIGIN OF WANTON 1
WANTON [ won-tn ]
First recorded in 1250; Middle English wantowen, literally, 
[adj.] “undisciplined, ill-reared” 
[noun] a lascivious person (in this write; persons)

Luanda 1974

Luanda 1975

It was a fraught time in Luanda, the rebel army (freedom fighters)
was closing in on Luanda, leaving civilians exposed
to rape, murder and pillage.
The Portuguese army had dastardly skulked away and
General Spinola was in Lisbon playing politics
Colonialism was over, but there was fear of its ending
when hatred had to be sated.
Among the white population, there was a fatalistic mien
drowning their fear like the sinking Titanic, loud music, booze
and dancing, everything to live a little longer.
Then came the Germans (foreign legion) took charge
staved off the incoming, undisciplined riff-raff army
long enough for people to get on ships and planes to get
the hell out; as for the Germans found their way out to
South Africa.
The aftermath:
When hatred of the colonials subsided, the new Angola 
found they needed the know-how of the settlers they
were invited back.
Today, thousands of Portuguese live to thrive in harmony
with the black population,

Mastermind

Alone twiddling their thumbs, 
the chaotic mastermind 
sat in eternal quander of why 
they never really had any sort of control
at all;

Undisciplined and oblivious 
ringing in the air like bells 
the mastermind’s thoughts stood clamoring 
as he remained locked in silence;

A safety net of disconnect;
Chaotic Mastermind 
you’re not deep you’re flying;
You’re not sharing a message 
you’re high; 

Quiet comes from peace with yourself
Mastermind;
Partying loud is just a distraction 
from all the noise inside your head; 

Be ok with alone twiddling those thumbs,
there is nothing you need to ponder; 
Life just multiplies the mysteries;
In the end you don’t control anything at all.

What They Want

Greatness craved me
As much as I wanted it,
Success sought after me 
More than I could ever think.
The caliber of people I wanted to meet,
Sit and speak with,
So badly wanted to see me.
I wanted good things,
Just as they wanted me.

They all wanted me,
As much as I wanted them.
They all wanted me,
More than I wanted them.
They all wanted me,
But not this undisciplined version of me,
So I grew into the version they wanted of me
And grew into much more than I ever thought I'd grow to be. 
Then they all came, gushing all over me.

Clerihew Soutine

Lithuanian Chaim Soutine 
in art quite undisciplined
From a distance controled&neat
close-up less discrete

A Day To Myself

a day to myself
and i will be enjoying this quiet right here
undisciplined child one is at a slumber party
undisciplined child two went with Lady Love to an out of town seminar
undisciplined child three is spending the night with Cool Grandma Drew
i smile at my lack of productive plans today
the remote in my left hand
a bowl of chewy chocolate chip cookies waiting for my right hand
a carton of ice cold flav o rich cooling even more in the freezer
freshness from their family to ME!
i think i am in the mood for old episodes of season one of dennis the menace 
i may follow that up with early episodes of the incredible hulk
i just may intentionally fall asleep since all phones and computers and alternative devices are shut completely off
inhale with a bright smile
exhale with an even brighter smile
a day to myself
DAMN RIGHT I DESERVE IT!

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