Best Routines Poems

We all establish our routines
Which differ man to man
And stick to them (we women, too!)
Both when and if we can.

The time we wake, our washing up,
The toothpaste that we use,
The breakfast that we eat or not,
The paper we peruse…

The games we play, the friends we...

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The alarm interrupted my sleep with the urgency of lust
or sudden inheritance - only to end up being neither.

“Alexa, good morning,” I say, as I stretch. My room lights illuminate - in red mode - like a submarine lit for night routine and my Keurig...

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What do theologians call a life without events?

The lights of my prison-like room dawn before sun's first blush. 
I open sand-papery eyes as my AI announces the morning.

I begin the puppetry of morning routines:
I study my pale inmate face as I polish the porcelain. 

I...

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he sat there in his room
gently shaking his head as
he chalked ducks on the floor
which then he carefully fed
over in the corner 
watching him with glee
the asylum keeper counted
from one to ninety three
ceaselessly repetetive
each number chanted out
sometimes in a whisper
sometimes in a shout
the warden made...

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In the morning
We say goodbye to each other,
At night we return --
This routine is comfortable,
One day it will be different....

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I am a creature of habit…which fundamentally means…
I find comfort in the way my life follows certain customs and routines.

At the same time I am not averse to change…which fundamentally means…
I also find comfort when my life follows new routines.

I loved the daily routines when...

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Odd such moves
Fill old grooves


Time tells well
My odd spell


Cast of one
Said and done


Day by day
My own way


Notes said brief
No sad grief


Things to do
Me and you


That and this
Cause for bliss


I turn up
To fill cup


Each a gem
Words I hem


A short nap
In my cap


Verse and tale 
Like odd...

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some bright sequins of fun shined amidst dull threads of routines... art time none...

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I used to be excited on Fridays.
I used to have interesting plans.
My weekends were non-stop hectic,
my time was in high demand.

Now I live in repeated patterns,
I’m a servant to boring routines.
A fleshy teenage automaton,
waiting for science to intervene.

Oh, I'm readier than a girl-scout,
I’m more prepared...

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Dark and ordinary mornings start,
with haptic taps from my Apple watch,
and a yawning stretch, way before dawn.

I glance out my window, to check,
the weather because that’s the spec,
that decides whether, we’re outside,
or we’re down to the gym inside.

“Alexa, brew,” I compel my AI
thank God, she...

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It’s funny the different people you meet in life who follow a similar routine…walk with me a moment and I’ll tell you what I mean.

Besides the first birds of the morning and the rabbits and other animals I greet along the way…there’s Bob who walks...

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I have got to wake up 
And I have got to get dressed, with eyeshadow
With the intent of wings of a butterfly – my face, can it be beautiful
A little while longer – while this aging body has not yet turned on me
I need a...

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Caregiver's Whispers

I know enough that age edged
and this ailment agent ridged
you onto this bed.
A bus that never travel places
But loops with different faces
In the morning, afternoon, and night. 
While whose owners recite
pay you with their backs and brains.

Even though sometimes
the physiology of your body
and the...

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I
Wet sky, I
Must greet morning
Rewards my eye
Flying beings swarming


II
Birds, bats, locusts?
Suddenly swarms sundered -
Sundered by Comorants
Usual places wet
None for drying
Winged variety morning
Commuting to feed
As employees do
Routines go on
Beautiful -- wet, too...

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I walk the same route every morning…from this path I do not stray
because I have so many friends to greet whom I’ve met along the way.

There are the trees that tower to the sky…many, I’m sure, older than me
There’s the crickets and the owls and...

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