Treat trash as it deserves
with dexterity and cleanness
with the nobility of those who served us...
Trash is also rich
in recycling done well...
Don't treat it worthless trash
don't be sloppy verbose
Waste can and should be reused
there is something luxurious in trash....!
Running around frantically,
The wrong lock for a key,
Boiling over, fuming,
Cleanness always looming.
Lurking over, smiling ear to ear,
Small, always wanting to steer,
“Too controlling!”, spoilt I’d say,
Always wanting their way.
It’s like their hearts are astray,
In one spot, you can’t stay,
Oh, how I’d love to keep them quiet,
Pitter, patter, follow it.
Fighting, battling in a “war”,
Toothpicks drawn over an apple core,
How silly we were as children, making food sculptures,
Fighting over scraps like vultures.
Contagious, maturity spreading fast,
Cough, breath, that’s my last,
Punch to the face, youth ending soon,
Lies spread by a goon.
It was something lean
Also very clean
Dust just collected
It became thick and fat
Then got that dusted
Things got adjusted
Melted all the fatness
Became lean gained fitness
Pretty now and in cleanness
Distances (II)
by Michael R. Burch
There is a small cleanness about her,
as though she has always just been washed,
and there is a dull obedience to convention
in her accommodating slenderness
as she feints at her salad.
She has never heard of Faust, or Frost,
and she is unlikely to have been seen
rummaging through bookstores
for mementos of others
more difficult to name.
She might imagine “poetry”
to be something in common between us,
as we write, bridging the expanse
between convention and something...
something the world calls “art”
for want of a better word.
At night I scream
at the conventions of both our worlds,
at the distances between words
and their objects: distances
come lately between us,
like a clean break.
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Cheering colossal galaxy with Creator’s radiance
Directing mankind toward Providence-guidance…
Eye* of God reveals His light’s empowerment
Freeing the blinded against ignorance-imprisonment…
*2Samuel 22:25 Therefore the LORD hath recompensed me according to my righteousness; according to my cleanness in his eye sight.
June 25, 2019
5th place, "Arbitrium Divisa 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory R. Barden; judged on 7/17/2019.
Under the mistletoe
With a kindling smile
Reflect by the candle halo
Her flirtatious attitude
Solo dancing the tango
Enticing to come over
Then going on her tiptoe
Letting her hunger go
Moving to the backside
The motion of the tide
From the garnet chalice
The freshness, the sweetness
The cleanness, the softness
Leaving the world breathless
The gentle sea breeze
Doing as she please
Hands moving down the thigh
The original scent is high
Garb sliding to the knees
Off by the flick of the toe
Taking it slow
Moving as a guide, her eyes are wide
Putting inside and starting the ride
Ultra-efficiency liquid
Beatitude, pulchritude so vivid
Bona fide, the ride of the tide
Happily, blissful angel
Oh, by the way, this is a commercial
Updated 5/14/2019
Cleanness, as somebody said once ,
Not where they clean, but where they do not crap,
And our yardman vigilantly at the entrance,
Walks around with a huge scary club.
Nice to watch, how he - with congenital grace,
For the slightest piece of paper or a mote,
Trying hard, with a skewed embittered face,
To strangle a guilty tenant by a throat.
Barking can not be heard, do not meow cats,
Such cleanness around and grace, and numbs,
Even birds in the district- a glance can not catch,
Only in the grass teeth whitened crumbs.
Before she comes I was live but not living
Live dying, she added fuel to my life for living
Feel someone love me, this works like miracle
When I wake up, I see her smiley face at the corner of the sky
I prepare myself cleanness though she away thousands of miles
New hopes of living in this word come into my life
I search the things which she likes, found the reason to be happy
She became the reason to love my life
I want to live now, not for me, but to live life which I can’t
Though she is not in fate
Let me live in my world, I don’t want to go away
I want to live
Stormy is the sky
Stormy is why
Why the sky is gray
Why the rain decided to come
Come to relieve all the anger in her heart
Compelled to cry
Stormy tell my why
Why do you cry
Sadness you always see
but.. just remember you bring the rain
that comes in the spring
and flowers you always bring
Insane your intentions may be
but I still love thy
Beauty you always bring
I breathe and your scent always be
There when you come
Freshness
Cleanness
Beauty you always are
For me, we who can really see
you for what your really are
When freedom spoiled me,
and lovers blinded me
with their false affections,
no wisdom was present in any thought,
although I heard its sound sweeter than a symphony;
friends frowned, taking away their smile...
I refused to grow up by remaining a foolish child.
And I sinned because
I couldn't see the difference
in the good things that made
one wiser and more serene;
perhaps this lesson had to be learned
to separate foolishness from wisdom
to make me understand
that I had to make better choices.
Finally, salvation came
as that morning prayer brought Heaven's hope
to my doorsteps where sunlight never shone;
finally, I acquired the wisdom to choose
a purposeful life based on truth,
and cleanness of soul...
eradicating all traces of sin.
Written by Andrew Crisci
for nette oncloud's contest,
" Serenity Response "
Phrase:
"....and wisdom to know the difference "
I just bought a kitchen timer
Sealed inside a plastic shell.
When I tried to get it open,
I did not fare very well.
First I slit it with a steak knife
But I didn’t get too far.
If I sliced my hand instead,
I’d probably end up with a scar.
So I then switched to a scissor
Thinking it would cut right through,
But I really had to struggle
As frustration grew and grew.
Next I grabbed two jagged edges
And I ripped the thing apart;
By this time I’m sure my blood pressure
Was soaring off the chart.
Surely there must be some packaging
Requiring less drastic
Measures to uncover what is waiting
Underneath the plastic.
For I’m sure I’m not the only one
Whose struggles to unseal
Something factory-made in China
Turn into a real ordeal.
What we sacrifice for cleanness
And to stop a thief from theft
Leaves the rest of us consumers
With not one nerve that is left!
BLEEDING SOUL
My mad desire
Why push me to the wall
With a corrupted ego
That had now blown my consciousness
And sadly departed me
In this cloud of sin
Armed with none, near goodness
Except a bad quest
In pursuit, I made a mistake
Trusted a spear in the ribs of womankind, Gloria
Instead I bleed of pungents of infidelity
So closing my path to cleanness
Tell me now, my senseless thirst
What shall I do, to be me?
Be myself of blessed stock
Be myself of repented soul
When this world comes to an end
When Jesus comes, Heaven reigns
A hurricane of perfection
Come to my rescue, this hour
Blow me naked of my dark clothe
A sea of Awareness
Come to my aid, Drown me deep
And leave me to heal, heal from ............
As you shine, sun of re creation
Burn me up
For my image to be remolded
This is a bleeding souls pain
The regret, the betrayals, the wounds
To atone my worthlesness
With expectant face turned skyward,
a gentle quality that can be heard.
I watch the hypnotic, falling snow,
breathe in a cleanness, all it's own.
I smile as feather soft flakes,
sweetly kiss my lashes and face.
My cheeks a cold blushing glow,
calmness in me begins to grow.
A blanket of fresh fallen white,
lace upon lace, builds a quilt of ice.
Standing still, I listen, intently.
The gentle "hush" when snow falls gently.
Darn! The wind is back with a vengeance.
Its howling,
making the trees and grasses become its instrument.
Gusts to 40 mph they say; I believe it.
But the sky is so blue and the clouds are illuminated from within.
Today the wind is so strong that I can smell the pine scent from the mountains —
from the mountains where his ashes swirl.
He lifts my hair and whirls it around my face, and in the scent on the wind
I am awash with cleanness.
The tune he plays as he surrounds my body is one of memories, and greeting.
The wind slowly becomes more gentle;
caressing now; touching me in a more loving way.
Exploring with long cool fingers, around, reaching under my clothing,
becoming intimate.
Forfeiting his boldness, with a sigh he leaves on soft goodbyes.
Darn, the wind is gone.
DARKNESS, EMPTINESS, HOLLOWNESS, DESPAIR
WEAKNESS, LAZINESS, CARELESSNESS, GLARE
LONELINESS, AWKWARDNESS, SILLINESS, SHAME
PASSIONLESS, HOPELESSNESS, PAINFULNESS, STAIN
FEELING LESS, UGLINESS, SADNESS, DISGUST
SHAMELESSNESS, VAUNTED NESS, VALUELESS, MISTRUST
RUTHLESSNESS, HAUGHTINESS, BOASTFULNESS, PRIDE
DECEPTIVENESS, CAUSTIC NESS, FRIVOLOUS, STRIFE
CHAOTIC NESS, REBELLIOUS, RIOTOUS, EXTREME
LEWDNESS, LASCIVIOUSNESS, SELFISHNESS, SCHEME
DEGENERATIVE MAN
GOODNESS, LIGHTNESS, JOYFULNESS, GRACE
CLEANNESS, GUILTLESS, PAINLESS, FAITH
HAPPINESS, FULLNESS, PEACEFULNESS, SOUND
GROUNDED, STABLE, SECURITY, FOUND
EXUBERANCE, FULFILLMENT, UPLIFTED, LIGHT
WHOLENESS, HELPFULNESS, TOGETHERNESS, MIGHT
TRUTHFUL, MEANINGFUL, THANKFUL, REAL
ENLIGHTENED, RESCUED, REDEEMED, APPEAL
COLORFUL, BEAUTIFUL, VALUABLE, LIFE
WORTHINESS, HONORABLENESS, HOPEFULNESS, RIGHT
REGENERATED MAN
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