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Evict me from this grimy house
My son asked me what self-loathing is
His home still occupied with laughter
I was taken aback by his cleanliness
I told him it gathers like dust over time
Sweep my house free of grime
Adults self-loathe their homes best
I bade him to keep his house clean
I spoke from my home in unrest
With words from a dirty hypocrite
How do I dust things so unworthy?
Aged I covet this grimy restlessness
Ushering demons to trash this nest
Self-loathing is self-destructive
It starts with a back door ajar
It ends with a house in flames
Invite you through the front door
Into these charred walls of hate?
You turn back time full of soil
You give me rest in my lazy-boy
For a lifetime I’ll make amends
Comforting fractured self-loathings
Till there is nothing left to break
Someday I won’t bang these walls
I’ll wait for you on my uncomfy couch
Hoping my son’s house stays clean
Hoping my elbow grease makes neat
When the master returns to mine
Will this residence be unoccupied?
Will it be swept clean and put in order?
Will I have a response to self-loathing?
Then I’ll be led out hand in hand
After remodeling this divided space
No longer foolish to tear a home down
Ah, Look at this place! what a mess!
never seen it like this before,
immaculate clean, more or less,
doesn’t look a home anymore!
the toys are back in their right place,
the floor has such a polished shine,
the books are neat in the book case,
everything in orderly line.
Kitchen looks like model display,
not a sign of anything cooked,
look at this mess! what can I say!
not a spot of dust! I have looked!
cushions on the sofa are neat,
the carpet has been vacuumed,
no crumbs of biscuits, bit of sweet,
every piece of them is exhumed!
Look at this place! oh! what a mess,
please do something to make it home!
I hate this house of cleanliness,
without children it looks a tomb!
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written 27/03/2021
8 syllables each line
Look at this place contest
Matt Caliri sponsored
The old combs
Stay with me many years
Now I bought new combs too
But too lazy to use
I stay at home
Especially during MCO
I seldom use mirror or comb
I use my hands to comb most of the time
To tidy the short hair I cut myself
I'm too old to use comb often
I'm too lazy to bother appearance
Which was spoiled by dimmy eyes and ugly wrinkles
Suddenly I think of my parents
Everyday they couldn't do without combs
They brushed their hair tidy and shining
Father with a quick sweep
Mother with a long hour combing straight down
Olden days people like tidiness and cleanliness
Their days are simple
And follow routines and etiquette
Their hearts loyal and simple
Like the being straightened hair
Now people like fashions ,excitements and hairstyles
The combs bring me back
The sweet memories of my parents and their love
The old combs deserve to be kept
In my heart
Especially during this Mother's and Father's Day
within me dwells my essence, my soul, my breath it is my inner self untainted and uncorrupt, my identify breathed into me at birth and I am responsible for its safe journey in this life so I will learn fearlessness, steadfastness, truthfulness, unselfishness, gentleness, and cleanliness of body and mind
this is my oath and promise to the Lord above and I will carry purity in my heart, only tranquility will be spoken from my lips and only serenity will dwell within me always, and I will have no wrath, or find fault in others . . .
I will possess no greed, no hate, no conceit but be humble and silent
people will say I am calm, forgiving, modest, and show great restraint, I will find the beauty in everything ... I will study the scriptures of my religion and follow their knowledge and I will have compassion of all of the Lord's
creatures, humans, animals, birds, fish, waters, plants, forests and will
protect them from destruction with every fiber of my being, I will be kind
and giving, generous, and helpful, I will live in harmony . . .
But, most important to me, is that at the end of this journey, it will be
said, this person possessed radiance in character . . .
be holy for I am holy
our Lords spoke to Moses
of priests
&the holy
sacrifices&
cleanliness
&laity in worship
orientated for all
our Lords spoke to Moses
of the presence
of God
permanent
yet localised
a tent of appointment
a visual rendez-vous
to tabernace anew
our Lords spoke to Moses
to be holy
not commonplace
purified
sanctified
a perpetual call
to all
our Lords spoke to Moses
of sacrifice for sin
supposing of blessing
&curses
a twin
our Lords spoke to Moses
of allegiance&redemption
in
covenant&pledge
changing of ways
&
reciprocation
instead
our Lords spoke to Moses
in
scripture inspired
of love
to others
neighbours
heartfelt
with strength
mind&soul
to
seek out
completeness
divine grace
face-face
Every picture I’ve seen of you as a child,
You wear your hair in plaits.
A stern middle parting and two dark brown braids
Falling down on each shoulder.
A maypole’s dream.
You would do your best to wash them when you could,
When shampoo was available,
Or even in the single, small bathroom.
You would vigorously scrub your face too
With a brush and a bar of soap.
Until it stung.
It would get the dirt out you see,
Always look the most presentable you can,
As instilled by your father with his lean frown that never faltered.
Neatness and cleanliness are next to godliness, Georgina.
The dirt never leaves, though;
It’s contagious.
Fingers, toenails, arms, neck, behind the ears,
The remnants from the bombed buildings’ skeletons
You were just playing on from the previous night.
Air-raid sirens wailing like a baby in distress.
Arms wrapped around brothers in silence as instructed,
You never cease to be their second-in-command maternal figure.
No brother now.
That cheeky five-year-old who followed you down Chelsea’s streets
Was taken by the fires, by the wailing.
Now you're wailing as you hold onto the hand of your mother
As she takes you to the ‘hospital’,
A large brick building holding a sign with ‘Barnardo’s’
Written in polite cursive over the arched doorway.
Panic fills you like the silence in the left side of your head,
An intense realisation of lacking in the grimy hospital room,
Of your parents, your brother, of the bone behind your left ear.
You say: When is my mother coming?
And are met with the same response:
She visited you whilst you slept,
A lie only revealed to you as you heard the nurses mutter.
They just couldn’t afford her.
You pretend not to hear and scrub your face free from the dirt.
You plait your hair and continue to wait another day.
God is the great creator of all
in all Earth's fullness, see God's mark
even on the waters over the oceans
from its beginnings, when founding the ark
The Lord stands high on His majestic hill
challenging all to be able to be His equal
for holiness covers all of God's features
only with purity and cleanliness can one be still
God's blessing is only for the holy
salvation comes to the humble in heart
those that receive such a great bounty
are blessed with righteousness from the start
The King of glory comes to enter
be sure to lift up your doors and head
for the Lord is strong and mighty in battle
coming to feed you with the living bread
This is the everlasting King of glory
open the doors so He be received
to establish His eternal kingdom
there is the Lord of Hosts as you believed
“Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right.”
Thus declared Ephesians 6:1 of the Holy Scriptures…
I confess that I’m guilty of juvenile stubbornness
With my naughty quirks I can’t deny
…Now somehow revealed by my kids.
As to table manners, there was I feasting too long…
Or I could be oblivious of Mother’s counsel for healthy breakfast
I would share with and even give all my milk to the cat
Then drowned my unfinished meal into the sink
So as not to be late for the class.
“Be honest!”* That was asserted with faith in our home.
Yet, I would often barter my sandwich with my seatmate’s candies
When Mom asked how the jam tasted, I said, “cheese, ok!”
Sometimes, I would sell our store-cereals to have “own money”
Then boast of a cash-prize when inquired of the source.
With “Cleanliness is next to godliness” policy
I was taught to practice good hygiene…
But when indolence got the better of me
Brushing teeth would be postponed
Often, cologne bathing was at work.
Remembering those quirks amuses me…
I’m grateful to God for my blessed childhood!
*2Corinthians 8:21 Providing for honest things, not only in the sight of the Lord, but also in the sight of men.
December 10, 2018
6th place, "Secret" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Faraz Ajmal; judged on 12/29/2018.
January 25 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 22-24
Key Verse – Exodus 24:17 And the sight of the glory of the LORD was like devouring fire on the top of the mount in the eyes of the children of Israel.
HEART THAT SEES THE GLORY OF THE LORD
Our heart sees the glory of the Lord with our faith’s settlement
Along His holiness’ empowerment
By His salvation’s eternal endowment
That granted us life everlasting and heaven-fulfillment.
Our heart sees the glory of the Lord with our faith’s tenacity
Along His forgiveness-certainty
By His Your mercy’s divine authority
That leads us to His will’s sovereignty.
Our heart sees the glory of the Lord with our faith’s optimization
Along His safety for our protection
By His law’s guarding action
That shelters us from idolatry’s abomination.
Our heart sees the glory of the Lord with our faith’s steadfastness
Along His sanctification-cleanliness
By His purification’s perfect worthiness
That clothes us with His garments of righteousness.
Our heart sees the glory of the Lord with our faith’s conquest from sin’s evil
Along His victory-power over the Devil
By His truth’s refining anvil
That strengthens us while we stand morally civil.
Our heart sees the glory of the Lord with our faith’s freedom from idolatry
Along our glad liberty from iniquity’s misery
By His sacrifice’s great mystery
That helps us declare His Gospel story.
Our heart sees the glory of the Lord with our faith’s exercise of prayer-gain
Along our stewardship and servanthood-terrain
By His blessings while we trust Him as the Sovereign
That keeps us labouring in His work that is never vain.
January 25, 2026
We hate the mosquitoes not the butterflies,
We hate slow internet not the internet,
We hate some vegetables not all the meals,
We hate household work not cleanliness,
We hate bad experiences not the good ones,
We hate waking up in mornings not the mornings,
So why do we hate a whole group when only one member has acted wrongly?
Who allowed us to hate on an entire nation for something their leaders has done?
We'll give them hate and they'll give us hate
I don't understand, what comes as an outcome of this cycle?
What does hating give us?
It will be either way,
We'll rather end the hate or it will end us
The choice is ours