Wrangles Poems | Examples

Listen to the Wind

The wind leans in sideways to drink every word,
Just as sailors must tack sideways to go upwind.
It's only with angles we know the wind's wrangles.
Its riddles, scattered among willy-nilly answers,
Whispered as secrets, spilling to shake the leaves.

When gales blow hard; many tumble quaking in fear,
Others stand up to harness its power and steer,
Watching their vanes to predict omens ahead,
Hoping for kind winds to come their way soon,
In the wily wandering ways of the gusts and whims.

The wind is an oracle, chanting psalms on wing.
It carries the chorus of birds calling at dawn.
The rumble of thunder in an approaching storm.
The calls from a distance; bells whoops and cooee's

But it's no secret its gathers can ever stay still—
For all sounds are bent to the command of its will.
For sound needs winds in the air to transmit downhill.
Only falling silent; when wind's becalmed and still.
For with no wind, all is just silence, dressed to kill.

PRIVATIZED

Our nation is being privatized
By selfish politicians
Who are manipulating us
And their hate filled cries.
The question becomes a stark why
We ask the dark unwise
Driving us to laced dimes
Or writing rhymes.
Love is the answer I surmise,
Nobody else buys.
Emotions have no value in the marketplace
Unless you're of a certain race
That reminds them of their former master
Then they're more likely to share their wealth.
We need more than paper
To tear down these paper walls.
The order becomes too tall
When we apply an objective concept (currency)
To a subjective principle (value)
Our ideas of value get tangled,
Our empathy is mangled;
Our discourse becomes angled.
Discussions turn to wrangles
And our lives never left the jungle
But there's always a rumble.
Regimes always tumble, 
Humanity continues to stumble
Earth's health starts to fumble.
Molesting the nation like a creepy uncle
Until we see our follies unfold
Then will we be so bold
To say we can do it on our own.

Better Again

Better again

On get quote this 
Stopped wi the wrangles 
Complex focus 
Offering angles 
Left with the hurt 
Top wi the spin
An ethic of work
Offer a win
It’s got to be 
Say as it lives 
This prophecy 
Takes and it gives 
Dealing on maps 
Frames require 
Feeling with contrast
Same desire 
Haze is exciting
Earning the list 
Phasing the writing 
Turn wi the twist 
Just stay wi the round 
Got so to holler 
Upstaging the pound 
Offload the dollar 
Sign so fantastic
Then it left 
Rhyme show and classed it 
Treble cleft 
See the plans
Show the plate 
Kilograms
Overweight
Try to decipher 
Things that arise 
Cry when you’re hyper
Sing with the eyes 
When they close 
Scream with it shake 
Mention those 
Dreams are awake 
Put on a list
Be jotting
Sure, from the gist 
Keep spotting
Watch the heroes
Set it a gem
Stop the zeros
Better again

Dictum Dichotomy

Amulet graced by gems
clad for stratum prow

tawny glyphs
margin of witticism

& quagmire

extravagant dictum
trivialize shores trails

summer ousted
& waves of wrangles

sundered the ocean 
& swapped my spirit

in crimson burst
swirl to scatter

In demolishing ruins 
& twilight crumble 
slump of man

glittering Phoenix fire trail
scribble a cyan-xantos rhyme. 
 
bore a shallow rostrum

defective soothsayer 
haunts dreams? 

hilltops & both 
oceans & skies

cyclone of  emotions
&
lethargic sadness
soul storm mulling.

5TH Place Contest winner

Written: July 19, 2022

A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

A Girl With Poor Handwriting

As The Note-Taking Girl scribbles
And absentmindedly quibbles 
Her fingers are animated wriggles
Churning out eccentric squiggles:
Letters of Ever Clumsy Angles,
One like a creeper that tangles,
As many like threads in singles, 
Wherefore her teacher openly wrangles 
And after explosion stiffly dangles
Before her the option of A Street Hawker
Bearing a case with or without a locker
And around patrolling with jingles
Or she be whipped and a nearby ear tingles!

But that wasn’t The Rescue from a writing 
That keeps a teacher’s eyes biting!

Ann Sexton Transformations

a circle of talk
awaiting
      remembered
         secrets
of yesteryear
alive
with surprise
          perfected
in
instinctive
formal pictures

windows of blame
flood
with trouble
&
   mirror
        disgust
in pitfalls
     to
        nowhwere

evidence cripples
              wrangles
cultivates
        lying
          freezing
            applause
in all happenings
of the
heart
          as
          mouths speak
&
breathe thoughts
                       aloud

sight&touch
                plot
to translate
the solitary
into
      a delicate
air
   of grace

a focus
    on the truth
             quickens-
style
     flowers
and
     covers forever
the shame
of the
        journey

an intricate
           answer
an object
          lecture
a daily
       reply
             shaped
to the needs
spoken&
            thought

a miracle
      encounter
           inside
a voice
a cry
    a look in the eye
a perfected
              gift
an omen
   not
       to deny

a duty to learn
a saying
           to know

kingdom
       a place
              to
                go

Neither Wrangles Nor Rabbles

Hope for the best
Pass a tenderness test.
To all folks give much love
Flown on wings of a dove.

Mind your business
Share much happiness.
Heal the brokenhearted
Pray for the stone-hearted.

Your tongue keep in check
Magnify in no eye a sinful speck.
Wish foes and friends good luck
From your pocket share a buck.

Preach the gospel of gregariousness
Teach values and virtues of meekness.
Tolerate folks' foibles
Incite neither wrangles nor rabbles.

Sonnet To the Wet Darkness

You walk into a cauldron, freeze to death,
You, as a corpse, fall quietly in earth,
Life grips your throat, as man grips darkness wet,
And swings you, to and fro, to blanch in dirt.

You are a pearl now, dry and parched like sand,
Rose-eyed, tar-mouthed, ruby-eared, dew-nosed,
You walk haggardly, shoes mud-cauled, socks bland,
Stop gazing at the tavern sweet, it's closed.

Your shirt torn wrangles you, like you did him,
Your jeans soaked clutches you, like you did pain;
Empty the glass, fill 'you' to the bare brim,
There is no place for water in your brain.

Water and blood are both yet lighter, love,
Wine's the wet darkness, men keep all-above.

-Pin Dew (01/05/2017)

Cowboys and All That Jazz - For Phillip Garcia

Her poetry was conceived
'round fancy pants scraps,
inclined to reverberate wrangles
'tween an I reckon ma'am
and well versed jazzy visuals,
paid no mind to cowboy's
bumbling foolishness &
lumbered foreign gibberish 
knowing full well it was
a lone star disposition,
merely a Texan head trip

See y'all next time...


Written in response to him calling out my words as 'fancy pants'...all in good fun.

"Well yessum we surely do. Y'all fancy type just lasso circles 'round us with yer fancy pants words."

Oppressive Orange

Speaking of oppressive orange,
where do we find it?

Is it in the Orange Revolution
in Ukraine,
when there were political wrangles?

Is it in a sour orange juice that a two
year-old child is forced to take,
to get vitamin c?

Is it in a wall painted orange in a house,
while one of the couples wanted white?

Is it in the mid-day sun that burns
our backs and heads in summer?

Or, is it in the dictionary,
where words are coined every day?



Theme  #Oppressive Orange

The Pale Girl's Walk

The whitewashed sands are blowing across the meadow 
The hill upon which she stands 
Her legs spread apart 
Feet turned out. 

Her head wrangles side to side, like blades within her toes
That sprinkling from ground 
Do grow up and up
The anchor. 

Her face is white and whiter still, all the blood be gone
The sign of the aorta pumps bleat
Ventricles slam shut 
Jolt of silence. 

The whitewashed sands are blowing across the meadow 
The hills upon which she stands 
The body that leaps out. 
Her limbs roll down.

A Quarrel of Friends

Things of value and much importance
Can tend to separate friends in accordance
The family, the life and are one's happiness
The thought of wrangles with unexpected origins
And throwing minds so blown away as by storm
Finding peace in what is to perform
False wisdom from envy and selfish ambition
Wishing to have what your friend has which is bringing collision
This thinking otherwise, taming totally your lies
About which is impossible, made this being possible in truth so washable
What a quarrel of friends, to tell the truth that offends
Friendship is turning dark and perversely so black
And you cannot see them in front only at your back
Turning this friendlier, thought of whose are interior
Should we be this quarrelsome in an audience full of applause?

A Quarrel of Friends

Things of value and much importance
Can tend to separate friends in accordance
The family, the life and are one's happiness
The thought of wrangles with unexpected origins
And throwing minds so blown away as by storm
Finding peace in what is to perform
False wisdom from envy and selfish ambition
Wishing to have what your friend has which is bringing collision
This thinking otherwise, taming totally your lies
About which is impossible, made this being possible in truth so washable
What a quarrel of friends, to tell the truth that offends
Friendship is turning dark and perversely so black
And you cannot see them in front only at your back
Turning this friendlier, thought of whose are interior
Should we be this quarrelsome in an audience full of applause?

Stop the Rain

STOP  THE  RAIN.



Fiends of forest to stop rain
Tall trees tenanted by spirits
Preparations in the make
For the day to close within
The dusk burdens of stake.

Mysteries of death and life
In useful annals of time 
Pertinent flesh gets entangled
Within the motions of stars
For some mournful wrangles.

Phases of moon, changes of season
Visible seen in some celestial places
Emblemed provisions earmarked
For the litanies timed for future.

Set in motions the pungent season
Spring times & the hoary winter
In deeds wilting of frozen tongues
Intricated by markers of universe
Underwritten by wardens of verse.

Free Cee Hush Tis Fear I Hear

HUSH, ‘TIS FEAR I HEAR

Yes, I fear
I fear fear 
I fear fear is near
I hear fear’s voice speaking fearfully and fearlessly
I cannot bear fear anymore 
Or the fright that fights its way from the fortitude of night
And wrangles itself from the wrists of darkness 
into the light that languishes in shameful shadows
Because fright often sheds light on the subject of fear
And makes the torment of terror clear
For panic often portends pain
And dread can be found in the most comfortable bed
While horror haunts one’s head
And alarm outweighs the luckiest of lucky charms
While apprehension and tension walk arm in arm
And trepidation trespasses on the truth of solemnity denied
As anxiety becomes a pitiful priority
And phobias forecast a fortress wherein fear hides
And worry scurries into darkened corners of concern
And the edges of a silken fabric are frayed by being afraid
Because I am scared
As the fangs of fear are bared
Yes, I fear
I fear a spear
I fear a tear
And I fear yet another year of fearing fear
                        © 2012…PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~

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