Best In Good Order Poems

Do random thoughts and
scattered conversation
deserve to be a poem?
I think a lot of things
like that as I drive
from work to home.

All day I've tried,
and struggled to
make sense of all
I heard in a futile
attempt to celebrate
the opening signs of Spring.

I sense old Lao Tzu
giggling at my...

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...He reformed the routing patriots,
formed a line atop a rise, Perrine’s Hill,
brought in General Knox and the artillery,
commanding the mass through sheer force of will.

He needed to buy time for the main force
to march on and join up in the battle,
the British kept coming, soon...

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I believe our Constitution reigns- 
		good order must prevail;

that our Bill of Rights remains intact 
		to guard our freedoms shared.

And that our hard-earned Flag stands tall-
		honored as our freedom won;

that supportive love for country should
		dwell deep within each heart-

and our brave warriors are given thanks
		for...

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Weekends are a little like
Bookends

They stop you falling
Or lolling too far over
So you don't appear untidy or
At least not so
Uncomfortable

They keep you straight
Give you 
Purpose
Show you in your best
Posture

Vertical spine
Keeps you looking fine

Without life's bookends
We just become
Untidy
Unrested and sometimes
Unread

What a shame
When people stay closed

So thank...

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The legion march quickly north, 
armed with glaudius , pila, and, scutum.
Prefect Claudius Flavius was in command of the First Cohort.
Vanguard in the lead, flankers to the sides, rear guard looking behind.
They marched steady and strong under a blazing hot sun.
Each man weighed down with...

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I can remember at least four things that we did on train tracks,
And one thing that I never did until I was an adult.  Firstly, let me tell you what I did not do on a train track, because that is by far the...

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When an expanse of sands comes into view
you’ll see sparsely dotted weeds lying flat on the ground.
For soil is sterile and weather is harsh the weeds are not only unable 
to grow tall but struggle to survive by laying flat on the ground.

Of this wilderness,...

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And if you stand in doubt
Who brought this rhyme about
My name is Isaac James Odah
I remain in good order.

Though my rhyme be regged
Tattered, rusty and jagged;
If you take heed
It'll be a good lead.

For as far as I can see,
It is wrong with each degree
When many...

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Once upon a time there were Five key words,
We all knew by heart,
What, where, when, why and how,
And they all came out of our mouths wearing question marks.

We didn't just save them for special occasions,
Or make them rhetorical,
No, we expected an informed reply,
So, we could...

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I wake and you are beside me sleeping
Breathing heavily, labouring with each breath.
Your illness masking your fragility.
I pause to gently kiss your forehead.

Your garden is overgrown with unplaced
Flowers.  Dreams unfulfilled are but weeds
Covering the daffodils and crocuses.
An early breeze blowing the long grass.

The wind...

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The story of “hello” who used to patrol the streets of Britain.
 
When I was a child, hello was the most feared thing on the streets. Hello was controlled by masters and when hello met you, he would always greet you with a smile and...

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The quyeer one's into lectures.' Well he?? yes he is the pm.!
A background full of law, and saville ignoranc, no intent' to
Besmirch or to scandal.' I don't think there is need he is
Personally in thst quite active.' I'll try to bring all up to speed."...

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D ug it out from under the stairs,
I  knew it would be useful someday.
S aving it I was for future repairs,
C huffed I never threw it away.
A ll in good order as good as new,
R atchets and spindles all spinning.
D amned if I know...

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Here in my rented acre of Ohio;
I feel the generations,
the hungarians, the irish and germans,
the dutch, the blacks, the shawnee.
We are not a melting pot,
we are birds and critters brought here
by wild, wild winds. 
I am a grackle
with my own grackle language,
I expect you who...

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woman of the dynasty era was a queen; in Egypt, she was a very lovely woman who looked
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at the horizon and saw the oasis's water. Remember when the water looks clear and see the moonlight when the lady of the dynasty era. The...

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