Best Fastidiously Poems
Red rambling roses.
Pink parading pansies
Yellow yawning ylang ylang
Scarlet shining strawberries
Gorgeous growing gardenias
Beautiful bending bracken
Lovely lilting lilies
Attractive ambling agapanthus
Carefully crafted
Meticulously maintained
Fastidiously fashioned
Delightful daydream
em
Categories:
fastidiously, beautiful, dream, flower,
Form:
Alliteration
my new peach dress
so fastidiously pressed
in hope that a man will seek to caress
Strauss’s Blue Danube calls
reverberates through halls
streaming from Michelangelo walls
coy ladies smile
bright eyes beguile
captivating men’s attention for a while
as gentlemen twirl them
I, a lone femme
feel humbled, an unwanted gem
but wait
a princely man approaches with rapid gait
pounding of my heart will not abate
laughter replaces loneliness this night
he leads me to the floor beneath candlelight
this welcome twist of fate feels so right
liberated, we dance
our prelude to romance
my heart receives another chance
swaying, he inhales my perfume
scent of gardenias in full bloom
with passion, we are both consumed
gaiety undulates in each step we take
if this is a dream, I dare not wake
such precious bliss I could never remake
*Written November 16, 2014
Categories:
fastidiously, dance, joy, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
Unforgiving Reflections
by Odin Roark
Life’s not a bowl of cherries,
It’s a comedy of errors.
Like a corpse refusing to die,
An attempted burial forever postponed,
Past mistakes appear to never realize interment,
Self-loathing, the death defying destroyer, seems forever.
How pervasive our hording of errors,
Fault’s buried-deep-admonition
Denying mistakes deserve closure,
Goading us instead to carry the extra baggage
As guilt laden badges of honor.
How tenacious the hiding…
These mirrored shadows,
Revealing how meticulously faults are collected.
From the daily shave for some,
The application of make-up for others,
All serve our self-adjudicated punishment,
Guilt’s aging toll most apparent in dry wrinkled faces,
Folds of decaying sags beneath fastidiously groomed beards,
And gray strands hidden amongst obsessively coiffed hair.
Have they no closure,
These undying blunders,
These reflections of self
That remain unforgiving?
Was Freud right?
What if id and ego’s right and wrong debate is eternal?
After all, the superego, our patient judge,
Has no where else to go,
Nothing more to do.
****…
Maybe it’s time to destroy all mirrors.
Good idea?
Categories:
fastidiously, life,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Allowing awfully awkward arguments to arise
Self-doubt secludes, so sequestered, sadly... sans surprise
Madly muttering melancholy mottos
Odius, obtuse obligation on auto
Deftly denying deteriorating destruction
Somehow sickly surrendering Soul's suction
Humbly hemming-n-hawing, half-assed heretic
Dejected densely dimwitted dumb ass derelict!!
Cautiously cradling cuddly collected captions
Abandoning all assertive able action
Forgetting forlorn feats, fastidiously folding
Meandering movement mutates morals molding
Leering looks like loathsome lovers lying
Forsaken feelings foster festered fish frying
Eating every emotion equally
Fantasizing freefall freedom frequently
Evenly eviscerate existential existence
Ruefully relish relinquishing rancid resistance
Categories:
fastidiously, social
Form:
Alliteration
The Rebellious Man
If love was meant to be
Dare he stand before his own soul
And deny it
Will he risk his broken heart
Should he turn aside from the path of breaking
And the making of destiny
Call fate in an inconstant hand
And rebel at being dragged kicking and screaming
From his peaceful world
Than have to face the anguished and raptures of love
Dare he risk his mended heart
Though he may end in the grey faceless world
Would it have been better
To have waved his banner and made his stand
Can he risk his rebellious heart
The final emptiness of all his endeavors is looming
The last lines of romanticism and poetry
Sucked from his marrow
To escape the rebellion of love
And pin his blindfold donkey’s tail of words
To a thoroughly kicked Ass
Does he risk the cracks in his own plasterwork
The battalions of emotions assault every barricade
Scramble over the beautifications beatitudes
Hungry dogs of their own salvation
They leave him naked
To struggle upon the win or lose
And in a T-shirt muse he is proclaimed
Should he risk his win or lose of her heart
Or bow upon acceptances knee
With fair judgment judge so fastidiously
Lay bare his warrior heart for all to see
Carry on the fight through the trench wrought fields
Merely to save a rose from hell
Should he risk his own; to the win or lose of her heart
Categories:
fastidiously, life
Form:
Free verse
Politics is about power.
We have over-powering competitions,
so we also have disempowering
lack of being competitive.
And, we also have power with.
Cooperative power.
In game theory,
these are WinLose political strategies
and WinWin co-empowering local
through global politics.
Political correctness
is about correct use of power
for political health,
political wealth of system-wide power;
Political incorrectness
is WinLose disintegrating power
while WinWin integrity
is about growing more powerfully correct,
erect,
resiliently interdependent
together--
more of a hand out
than a stick up.
Those of us with the great good fortune
to be guests on this Earth at the same time,
more or less,
share our personal empowering journeys
A power pilgrimage
from past unfortunate incorrect events,
rooted in WinLose competitive power-over habits,
habitats sometimes including inappropriate humor
at the expense of those who can least afford further abuse,
on toward democratic equity
and interdependent power resilience,
cooperative solidarity held and nurtured.
Political correctness
is not necessarily fastidious,
nor ritualistic
nor mechanically calculating and mendacious;
We could more correctly settle for some healthy accuracy,
about what leads toward robust mutual empowerment
and what leads in the other Have/Have-Not
business as WinLose usual direction.
For example,
we can probably not successfully
or even correctly
wage an overpowering war
against many things,
but we most certainly cannot correctly succeed
in warring against war.
That's like declaring
You win!
before we all lose even more.
On the other hand,
We also can never successfully fight for cooperative love,
For in this fighting
we have already lost the only thing politically
accurately
even fastidiously
correctly
healthily worth living for.
Categories:
fastidiously, anti bullying, health, humor,
Form:
Political Verse
My two pet rats so cheeky and bright,
one brown and one black and white,
who live only a short age
rattlin’ around in their cage.
I love their soft smooth furry coats
and large bulbous scrotes -
that long ratty tail that grows,
big eyes and ears and twitchin’ nose!
Jumpin’ and playin’ and runnin’,
so adventurous and so cunnin’.
Always fastidiously cleanin’ -
primpin’ and groomin’ and preenin’,
or on the loose goin’ AWOL
in the lounge room or down the hall
busy chasin’ and busy hurryin’,
and busy climbin’, hidin’ and scurryin’!
Hear them up the Christmas tree
jinglin’ and janglin’ - a joy to see.
Or on the sofa playful and bolder
huddlin’ on my shoulder -
scamperin’ down my shirt and sleeve
furry heads in and out weave.
And truly I am a lover of all
God’s creatures great and small -
my gorgeous little rats so loved by me,
one called Hunter, one called Karmy!
Written: December 2015
Categories:
fastidiously, pets,
Form:
Couplet
Genesis
One hypothesis is according to
Theoretical Physicists
The origins beginning
Start of the know universe
How it expanded is
The Big Bang Theory
The greatest modern day minds and thinkers
Are currently studying fastidiously
In order to try and solve this puzzle
And hopefully discover answers
To be of some relevance or use today
The one thing I take personally
Out of or from this in particular Theory
Is and that makes perfect sense to me
In the present tense and world still today
Is the Big Bang was born out of a
Violent , cataclysmic , explosive
Event that descend and expanded
Into total and utter unbridled kaos
Which is pretty much the way
We as human beings live our lives today
The status quo remains
The same to this very day
So in effect we are back to the beginning
Nothing much has changed at all
Come to think of it
We haven't really moved on
Or progressed at all
Only time itself
Wiser far more knowledgeable supposably
Able to contemplate the complex
Yet seemingly still unable to
Solve and come up with solutions
To the simple state of the human condition
Categories:
fastidiously, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Penelope’s in a hopeless quandary, backed into a corner.
She enjoyed the flirt of youth. Had no one warned her?
She rejected freedom of reflection. ‘Who’s she? ...not a saint.’
Penelope painted on her face, mirror-perfection - faithfully quaint.
Platinum blonde tresses, like a fisherman’s net, she caught men.
Each quiver would fall helpless - guts and glory auf wiedersehen.*
Poison of poise and perfume - ahh, ylang ylang like chains.
With serpentine strength of a boa, in crushing the mighty, she reigns.
Caught by two knights, found unfaithful, she’s dragged to the quay.
“The truth,” one spit out. The other, “You witch!” ‘Another day
perhaps she’d do penance.’ She struck fast with doppelganger asps,
fastidiously holding them below their necks, she’d practiced the grasp.
Dear, sweet, tears - she’d developed an antivenom and a liar’s remorse.
Delicate angel, tender child - she fights fire with fire not with brute force.
She drops to her knees as the knights dive and she releases the snakes.
“Oh why! Oh why would these men leap to their deaths over me?”
The guards believe the improbable, gushing to her aid. Penelope’s free.
2/12/2021
Mind Your P's and Q's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Word list:
Penance Poise Perfume Platinum
Quay Quiver Quandary Quaint
*auf wiedersehn - goodbye
Categories:
fastidiously, beauty, death, lust,
Form:
Couplet
When our hands get mucky and covered in dirt
We turn on a tap and give the soap pump a squirt
So be sure to wash your hands thoroughly
Removing all dirt and grime is the priority
BUT… There is something that is puzzling me
If we’ve washed our hands so fastidiously
Then why do our hand towels get so dirty!!!!!
11-17-17
Categories:
fastidiously, body, health, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
A SPIRITUAL SAINT'S STRENGTH AMIDST STRIFE
Fortitude for half a century, giving God all the glory,
The Foundress of Holy Family lived a humble, godly life,
St. Mariam Thresia - a stigmatic saint's story
Filled with many troubles, temptations and strife,
From Puthenchira, an Indian Syro-Malabar Catholic
Consecrated herself to the Lord at eight or nine years,
Modest and meek, serving the poor and the sick,
She was disciplined, obedient and different from her peers,
With childlike simplicity, charismatic charity and Christian chastity,
Fastidiously following Father Vithayathil's fine footsteps,
The "virgin of pains" was for Family Apostolate, the model entity,
Nursing the sick and dying by visiting them at their doorsteps,
Burning with intense love for God, she was a mystic soul,
"Whose Heart was aglow with fire and whose feet were winged",
Enduring her sufferings for the sake of Christ was her goal,
Her patient, divine spirit was with radiant sweetness tinged,
She had fervent trust in God's immense providence,
Her spiritual ecstasy was hours of prayer and meditation,
The "Apostle of suffering", she strived for her continence,
Wiping the tears of the broken hearted was her consolation,
Her gracious gift of goodness guides us all in giving
Care, concern and compassion to the comfortless at all cost,
Her lasting legacy left behind still leads the living
To show His love, shine His Light and shelter the lost.
Form: Rhyme (abab)
10.23.19
{This poem is about St. Mariam Thresia, who was canonised on 16th October, 2019 by Pope Francis in Rome. She is the Foundress of the Congregation of Holy Family, Puthenchira, Kerala.}
Categories:
fastidiously, inspiration, international, tribute, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
My Halloween Kitty (written 10/11/2020) free verse
I had a familiar named Callie
She was born on Halloween.
Feral siblings abandoned at my door.
I took the whole litter to the SPCA.
They neutered and spayed them all for me.
The ears were notched so they’d go free
if the pound police appeared.
I brought the clowder home and cared for them
until their stitches had permanently healed,
then allowed them outside to roam on their own.
They all left for adventures beyond –
with the exception of Callie.
Callie was brindled in black and orange
with a white-star chest and white-tipped tail;
short hair she maintained fastidiously.
She continually spoke to me in cat language
and we managed a conversation of sorts.
She bid me good day as I left in the mornings
and listened to my tales when I returned.
She monitored my feelings as if a therapist
and counseled me on the course I must take
when I was feeling at my lowest.
I called her my Halloween kitty
and she expressed that was okay.
We counted years by her birthdays,
celebrating Halloween every year.
She disregarded the trick-or-treaters.
My sounding board and steadfast friend;
I miss her terribly now that she’s gone.
She remained with me 17 years, two years passed,
through sad, glad, distress, and happiness.
She was my mainstay on my darkest days.
I had a familiar named Callie
She was born on Halloween.
Categories:
fastidiously, birthday, cat, death, feelings,
Form:
Ode
At the beginning of this novel I had no idea
The hero would betray the heroine,
That is not my favorite plot,
matter of fact, it is now my least favorite.
The cover and the synopsis were fastidiously written.
Neither gave this away. I had no idea it was happening.
Two thirds of the way through I think the author thought
Damn! This has to end somehow, but how?
The next time I see this author’s name I will not
take any trouble to buy her book, as a matter of fact,
I will boycott it, thanks to this catastrophe.
Wait a second. She is turning things around again.
More later, I only have two chapters left to go.
Categories:
fastidiously, books,
Form:
Free verse
FLAWLESS
lingering
habits
impressions
in
unfamiliar
&diverse
outlook
fastidiously&
relatively
descriptive
happenings
meticulously
rendered
&conveyed
with
economy
sweet
lines
lazing
minds
elsewhere
burst
with life
sun-strafed
neath
strong
shadows
the
immediacy
of
ordinary life
in
subtle
&eloquent
detail
unimpeachable
&alone
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Categories:
fastidiously, poetry,
Form:
Other
Exploding Windmills
So fragile in its equestrian gait
The tippy toe of stealth
Loves to tread so softly
Behind
In tennis shoes
With velvet claws
Dreamers are destroyed
By fact
These prison smiles
With tiles of teeth
Deride the childish fantasy
Bludgeon at un-illuminated reality
Just to dangle their mechanical
Bag of tricks
Dreamers are destroyed
By fact
Stuff of nonsense
Imagery of bright eyes
Of painted books
And scribbled brush strokes
Pillow fairy tales
And windmills
Dreamers are destroyed
By fact
Sweet girly dresses
And boyish supermen
Plastic sunglasses broken
In the enthusiasm
Of slapping back in
To
The bright day too hot
To consider enchanting
Too fastidiously busy
To stop marketing
Disconsolate in its attitude
To pay attention to a giggle
Dreamers are destroyed
By fact
Categories:
fastidiously, childhood
Form:
Free verse