Compulsive Poems

Neat Freak

a neat freak is compulsive
excessive and obsessed
their day revolves around cleaning

a neat freak has a one-track mind
and will not budge their focus
their one true friend is bleach

a neat freak disinfects all day
intolerant to imperfection
time and effort never a problem

a neat freak will not rest 
till every thing's in order
and every surface shines

let's not mince words
a

The monumental bane of OCD obsessive compulsive disorder

The monumental bane of OCD - obsessive compulsive disorder

As origin of *****Sapien species surged ahead,
harboring nascent predominance
asper said primate reproductively bred,
(albeit via incremental fits and starts)
evolutionary forebears didst dread
Tom Tom Club former members
an American new wave band founded in 1981
by husband-and-wife team Chris Frantz
and Tina Weymouth
as a side project from Talking Heads,
rocketing them to

Galley slave to obsessive compulsive disordered behavior announces

Galley slave to obsessive compulsive disordered behavior announces...

Fore score minus xv orbitz ago
from being centenarian
strong contractions forced me
to pass thru cervix,
buck naked bare lady,
I ranked as only grandson sharing
same surname as Aaron,
(mine paternal grandfather)
me the sole heir –
foreshortened to Sol Aire

evinced scrawniness then (as shown
via ultrasound), which at birth
became crystal clear,
unbeknownst to parents
obsessive hidden compulsive

Compulsive writing Disorder

Khandahar is where all began IED ignited 
my skull in the blink of an eye Kabul came 

into view as the smoke clears my body was 
being rushed through tunnels the hot sun burning
 
my flesh sand gravel stuck in my pores I remember 
tears on my cheeks that burned like acid rain DOA
 
DOA

Obsessive Compulsive

Check door, handle, lock. Check them twice.
Life with O.C.D. - that's the price.
Do the same each and every day;
"Unlocked!" the inner voices say.
Holding you hostage in a vice.

The Compulsive

The compulsive 
 
Autism in the like of Julian Assange
And Greta Thunberg is a force for the good
Their passion can for them be tragic
they go to any length to follow the truth.

I had a tailless female dog, circled to find
the tail, till she got dizzy.

Obsessive people can be tiresome, have
great courage and suffer for their

The Soul of a Conscious Compulsive Liar

Today again, I lied
Didn’t want to but I had to hide
Deceit, it’s wrong I know
Unintentional the lie just flowed

“Good God fix it” he says
I want to, but I have no ways
Another lie, cold sweat and terror sways
Better to just run away

“No! You won’t grow” he yelled
An empty aid, too old
Alright tomorrow then, I told
I lied

Obsessive and Compulsive Little Me

It is crazy to be this compulsive about so many things.
I draw out three or four cartoons a week that I paint.
It may take me another week, but I work on four at once.
My daily poem quota is ten, but I sometimes write thirty.
Okay. I lie. I once wrote thirty in one day. 
Out of

Compulsive Nose Picker

We watch Martha dig out buckets of stuff
From a nose that always has more than enough
Globs of boogers, and moogers, then she takes a sneeze.
We watch in fascination, as we eat our grilled cheese. 

She must be nervous or something the new guy says.
You think? I ask as I study his face; his name is

Sacrilegious Transgression Against Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Siege warfare (trumpeting)
average joe biden his time
linkedin with aberrant behavior
transpires within me mind,
(not just today December 5th, 2020,

but everyday/365)
warrants depleting stockpile arsenal
constituting exhausting mental health
uprooting deep seated repellent pesky
daunting lost cause.

Overruled by irrational thoughts,
I feebly muster a lame duck
half quacked comeback
(think home team cheering at pep rally)
against analogous figurative agents provocateur
said nemesis bore down hard

upon

Sacrilegious Transgression Against Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

I generally mean mine mien mental state
moost occasions heavily marinated stupor
long established as external trait
psychologically time tested trooper
impossible mission to kickstart sanity
doppelgänger regularly revisits his soul asylum
hellbent antimatter he cannot vitiate
despite therapeutic laxative merely exhausts

well bred literate smoking doobie brother
eliminating aforementioned pablum
witnessed courtesy one floundering grouper
among plenty of fish schooled
hyphenated (high finned haggled)
burn hushed scaled poem
courtesy one

Compulsive Knitter

I am a professional knitter, she said at her front door.
As if we could not guess it, we could barely see her floor.
Yarm was everywhere, in magnificent colors galore.
Variegated, twisted, baby soft, a knitted band aide on her sore.
Afghans piled high on couches were sleeping with a snore.
We knew she could make herself happy from

Rendered Self Lame Courtesy Obsessive Compulsive Behavior

Handy dandy blues clues plain
all purpose favorite refrain
i.e. "impossible mission"
courtesy complimentary doppelganger
G.I. ("Government Issue", "General Issue",

or "Ground Infantry") Jane
in tandem with Alyson Chain
comes to the rescue attempting
to describe entrenched nonproductive
crippling psychological mindset ascertain

most any reader would consider insane
embedded deep within 
genetic code possibly
inherited maternal grandfather,
who emigrated nineteenth century Ukraine,

he (purportedly tailor by trade)
only spoke Yiddish,
language

When I Am Done I Am Done

fish, lizard, rainbow, cat, pirate, witch,
hat, broom, Peter Pan, Jesus, gypsy, flowers,
starfish, mermaid, peddler man, drums, 

monsters, angels, faeries, fish, babies, raccoons,
skunk, hot air balloons, tree woman, Native Americans,
Mexicans, dream catchers, keyboards, stars, dragons,
chair, TV, Christmas lights, wizard, heart, sun, moon.

Can you guess what I am doing or where I am?

I am glancing around at

Obsessive Compulsive Little Me

Nothing was ever going to displace my obsession for painting in my mind.
A joyfulness I had never experienced before entered my soul realm when
I finished my first giant canvas, a mere week after my 9-year-old granddaughter
who was obviously a lot more knowledgeable than I about me, had goaded me
into “trying to paint”.

I finished 250 canvases

• Short Compulsive Poems
• Famous Compulsive Poems
• Best Compulsive Poems
• Read Compulsive Poems
• Long Compulsive Poems
• Compulsive Quotes