Long Neatness 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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We have exchanged few words today for I know you have the need to problem solve, fire watch deep in your mental cave. 
 
I shut my eyes,  to take in the atmosphere, there...

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Chosen to be a perfectionist

all things in order

not out of order

the pantry is orderly

the shelves are amazing

the dishes are placed

neatly arranged with a homemade cake

perfectly amongst the race

clean clean clean away

no time wasted, non-worried faces

this...

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These are the times
I sit and ponder at the beauty of it all,
amazed at the bounty of my blessings
Overburdened with foolish reminiscing
For the time has come for the present...

...life's never ending event

I admire the lovely...

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I guess you're seeing a flag?
Trouble comes and go,
The range of my eyes captures all black
Walk with me if life is without you alone,
Steal an emblem to save a city,
When we don't know where to...

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TIDES   OF   TIDINESS   

If  I was God,  the geographic world I would bless:
I’d start by tidying  up my world map for it’s a mess.
First let’s examine...

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God ! God ! Why have you forsaken me ! Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani by T. Wignesan

Opening the eyes requires such an immense effort
As if the entire sky were their eyelids
And...

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These days my home is a disaster where no neatness is mastered.
For years I did the spic and span scene for a spouse who notices 
only the TV screen and our part alien, completely annoying...

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I gave up on winning my mothers approval because I never received it, 
in doing so gave up on winning approval and set free of it,
I do not know what this win offers and thus...

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One fine autumnal afternoon, I set out sauntering
Along country paths that lay rugged and meandering
To see Nature, not in her cultivated neatness
But in her stark nakedness and innate sweetness

Passing fields of corn with golden ears
Peeping...

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I am lost, my eyes wide, and my heart quivering.
My legs are paralyzed, and I have no memory.
I stroll silently, my consciousness wandering.
I am alone inside an unexplored territory.

I would wish the room to be...

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HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY


Let’s imagine the world without women
Life may certainly cease, big chasm to all men
Children may derail on paths, no guidance
Young ladies’ modesty may not be enhanced.

Who’re the most supportive and loving wives?
Who’re the...

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Everything was in the right place; the shoes, books, furniture, utensils, remote control…. His house always smelled of fresh air, although it was hundreds of miles away from the ocean.

“Your house smells like a beach-house!”...

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Of many, the stones in the wall have different sizes with different shapes. 
So many there are and each specific with their very own color.
The wall is long with the many miles of stone that...

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Am I beautiful now?
I had a great day, trying to find my way.
Came across your commercial and ads, and my eyes became fixated on the images you had showed. The perfect model, the perfect soul....

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Why I Love Writing Poetry?

Did I mean why I love writing poems?
Nevertheless, I love writing poems or poetry:
To simply have fun, make others happy,
Inspire and defend others; to fan the flames
Of fairness, and to seek...

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Son, would you tuck in your shirttail
Was something often heard
At home when I was a youngster
With harsher action inferred

My otherwise kind hearted Mother
Had shirttails as a pet peeve
That boys were just naturally sloppy
Was something she...

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The forest is cool, inviting.  I look for small wildflowers in lush grasses growing beneath the trees.  Sunlight streams in shafts
and there is birdsong, birdsong and delicate ferns on gentle banks.

Soon, I see...

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A dedication to my creative writing mentor Tom Foolery
 
The measuring cup was shattered  
and lying all over the floor 
It was an old pal,  
for making tea of mine, through many days...

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Written: April 06, 2024
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Events emerge inside a cocoon of solitude,
A tale yet to be told, as calm prevails in mollitude.
A serene sanctuary...

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Orderly confusion is my little nest,
X-ray vision is almost totally required;
Yes, balanced insanity is needed,
Minor disaster it could be called.
Obviously concealed from a guest,
Randomly organized till desired;
Oddly, cleanups have not succeeded,
Neat mess, I like my...

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Mom taught me to sew
Grandma Nora taught me to knit
My sister taught me to be cautious
And gave me freedom to throw a big fit

Dad taught me that messy is okay
And that neatness is for a...

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Fee-On-Her Joy

The peril of the real epitome of African goddess,
Her gift packed neatness pouted love in her,
That has been brewed from Luo love pot,
Her lips lithe in the coat of spicy charm,
As she slough, the...

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I am sitting at a teacher’s desk.
Not my desk, a borrowed room.
Staring at an orange backpack with
A broken zipper and a cat emblem.

This desk is familiar. There is a torn paper
Plate, a half-eaten sucker, two...

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This one of fine blonde hair

Briskly passing through this life

A sibling, a daughter, a wonderful wife

Many a new road she would like to pave

Living at times on the crest of a wave

So many lives she...

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