Long Messiness Poems

I posit picayune propensities prevail among pesky management

Most favored renter status imposed on us
i.e. meaning myself;
(one tarnished prince of Highland Manor)
and the missus, his princess consort
who must abide by rigorous writ
of tidiness, whereby
every flat surface...

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Collisions between yours truly and the missus

Space at a premium
in our apartment
lettered and numbered b44
at Highland Manor,
cuz the spouse
heavily trends toward disorderliness.

She readily admits her predilection
to disavow being a neatnik,
yet owns the capacity
getting down to...

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National Panic Wednesday March 9th, 2022 actually... every day

Founded by Tom and Ruth Roy
solely to acknowledge hardship
of A. R. Harris
and her husband M.S. Harris,
who cope poorly
(even courtesy medication)
with anxiety attacks, especially when
violated, probed, interrogated courtesy
Highland...

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Something Different


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Face framed ornate, or curl corner blu tacked up
Childhood fanciful daring must softly be contained
Dispicable hovers inside cherub cheeked adorable 
Challenge for enamoured to create correct shape 
Administer discipline with compassion entangled

Potential beckons infant innately...

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??v ?? ?? ?? ?  I Love You.............!! ?? v ?? ?? ?? ?

•.?*... ...*?.• •*.

these myopic ocular orbs pine 
   for an attractive gal to be adored
far eye got the near...

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Cobwebs And Other Nonessentials

There are things we often tend to forget.
Unimportant though they seem to be.
Clothes in a dryer, not started, still wet.
I'm sure it's happened to you and me.

The gathering of cobwebs in a...

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She didn’t run – she walked
Her hands by her side
Graceful and girly, like a lady
She was certainly ladylike
I was her girl, her baby
The twinkle in her eye
And the scatterbrained reminder
That love is never silent

One afternoon
As...

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Menace intends to mow
         Ruthless slices stem renegades
         Remnants flap erratic, 
       ...

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Here I am, rotting in a place they call bliss
Soaked in an emptiness
To see reality did things as it pleased

Here I am, stroking my messiness
Fettered in additional story
Soaked in an emptiness

My brain is hurricane, but...

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A child is simply uncomplicated
neither inhibited, nor reflective, free.
Unencumbered by the past
not held-back by what lies ahead,
beyond care for contemplation.

Children - 
jump in puddles, splash in the bath
create spontaneously
lose themselves in endless play
sing and laugh...

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Seeing my reflections covered
Never to be discovered

As I lay down this thick paint
Wanting not to faint

Absorbing all the color of Christmas Eve
Hoping I don’t mess up and deceive

If I do even one thing wrong
My life...

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The mishmash mayhem of jumbled clutter
    at first seems to be confusion's cause.
But after tidying up, nothing can be found.
Nothing is where you left it lying, easy to find again.
Last in, first...

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My joy and happiness 
(Through time and space and choice)
By Michelle Morris
26/04/2023

I am blessed to have known you
I am grateful for our time
It gives me solace that God has given us
A relationship that touched our...

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My face is a cracked line that floats
       between flurry and decline,
       squeezed open by promises unkept
      ...

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A rope-line of commitments
keeps me busy and hobbled;
unable to move elsewhere
a difficult situation.

It’s like going on the whole rigmarole
prepared to sacrifice, willing to serve;
open to be wounded and -
attend to whatever needs to be done.

Oh,...

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Being a mess is all about perception,

It may just be a moment in time

when one is not experiencing perfection,

Emotional upheavals, stress and turmoil,

can make anyone seem like a "hot mess",

a pot of rice overboiled,

It only...

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Going through troubles
Hiding my mistakes
Wading in the problems
I kinda feel like a fake

Hitting the bottom
Every time I try to climb
I’m buried in faults
And running out of time

The clock is going tick
And I have nowhere to...

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I do not fear the messiness of death—
The cold, dreamless sleep, ghastly blue.
What I fear at my last breath
Is total separation from you.

All that we had together, all that we knew
Will be as if they...

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A Messy Advent..

For some~~

It is time for Advent

That special season of waiting

For a birth in a storied event..

Incarnation it is called..with a

Child arriving to save us from

Sins construed as so messy..

Re-contemplating that

Child.. recalling our own...

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