Best Orderliness Poems
if the universe were ruled by unpredictable events, there would be no sustainable structure
to it.
you go through live living day after day the same way. wake up, turn off your alarm, get out
of bed, take a shower, and dress.
numerous changes can (and will) inflict chaos upon this routine. as you dress, a button pops
and you have to sew it back on. or go back a step and you're taking a hotter shower than
you normally do. another step back and your back hurts so you plant both feet on the floor,
clasp your hands together and raise them over your head to stretch for a good minute and a
half. its a good thing you went to bed earlier than normal last night so you wouldn't press the
snooze button on your alarm like you did yesterday morning. otherwise you wouldn't have
had that extra minute and a half to stretch because your neck and back hurt from those
pillows you bought after work the previous day and those five extra minutes to sew the
button back on your shirt. and who's to say you won't spill your morning coffee, made with
the new coffee maker wit the automatic timer you bought with those pillows.
and to further demolish the idea that life has any sustainable structure, have you ever
counted the number of breaths you take in a day, and then drew a chart and then for the
rest of that week, count all your breaths in each of the other six days and write those
numbers down on the chart you drew on the first day? no. but if you did, you would know for
a fact that at the end of the day, you wold be left with a completely different number of
breaths because wit each new day comes new situations and events that inflict new feelings
and emotions, such as the fear and anxiety you felt after hitting another car on your way to
work on the third day of this "breath experiment" you've never done which caused your
heart to race and your blood pressure to rise which consequently increased the number of
breaths you took that day and consequently made you over an hour late for work but that's
another story.
not only is the world ruled by randomness and unpredictable events but that is the only
structure that is guaranteed to be sustained in the universe.
W-ith
I-lluminate
L-ight
M-orn
A-nd
C-loud
U-se
S-unrise
T-o
O-pen
D-awn
I-n
O-rderliness
Topic: Birthday of Wilma Custodio (May 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-pply
N-ew
N-ormal
L-etting
O-rderliness
S-top
I-nvisible
T-hreat's
O-utbreak
Topic: Birthday of Ann M. Losito (June 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-rase
M-ysterious
M-onster
A-nd
C-ontain
A-trocious
J-eopardy
U-sing
R-estrictions
A-nd
O-rderliness
Topic: Birthday of Emma O. Cajurao (May 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The Orderly Flame
In a burning chaotic fire there are beauty
There are acts and orderliness and a duty
There is a distinct ability in disabilities
There are arrangements in a burning fire
Find the orderliness in your addiction desire
And any other activities
To be an addict, in the language of the world
Is in a strict sense, a challenge of survival
It denies the seductive allure of substance use
It is a misplaced greed, marrying the chemical
Carving art from the degradation of the self
It is an outpaced desire that caught fire
The brown, enormous odour of the barn,
The simple sense of holding a cigarette,
The pipe, the usual routine, the behavior.
A trusted act, like a rooster deep in feast
With a throaty crow all swallowed by the chaos
Swinging from the rafters of the weary mind
Singing like a bird, but her voice was a cage
A tragic beauty pinned to the spotlight,
A wild elephant tied to the Iroko tree
Paying the cost of existence without belonging.
The junkie demon revealed, reels in an act
Though unwilling but consuming identity,
Demanding, deep in debt, leaving a life marred
By the decay of an extraordinary talent undone
I am both the thief, the store and the stolen
I know what I want, and I want what I know.
Given the opportunity, I choose the other I too know,
Locked in the portrait of the opoid or alcoholic.
Wrestling the complexities of recovery,
Searching for self-acceptance in the wreckage,
Still searching for the desire in the fire.
A hidden ambivalence makes a cry
This is the duality of the addiction demon
The bond that holds you in protracted captivity
Presents itself as your salvation
The only thing that makes you feel home.
Though you know it’s a lie, you still feel temporarily home
Help me cut the circle before starvation.
It is a struggle, a challenge and the change
Needs all support and wise exchange