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Been writing less poems
Since I got my first iPhone
Cuz it takes longer
The ads annoy me
The keyboard is too tiny
It’s more frustrating
Autocorrect— ugh!
Don’t even get me started!
I know how to spell!
Oh wait, actually
As I write out my complaints
It’s all going well :)
Perhaps most of all
I simply have not made time
(Watching many reels)
So, well, here I am
The poems are jammed in my heart
Waiting to go free
Perfectionism
Might also be restraining
Creativity
It may be too late
For some thoughts I neglected
Not too late for some
I’ve had lots of time
Time to mull it all over
Have to start somewhere…
Now, being a senior citizen,
Is it too late for me to reflect on,
What went wrong in my life?
Born and brought up in a family,
Where morals and values played their role,
I learned to call ‘a spade a spade’.
My straightforwardness, distanced me
From my relatives, and friends.
‘Tyrant’ is the title, I got from my kin and kith,
For I am a disciplinarian.
My dislike for servility, is taken
For haughtiness, by my employers.
My impartiality towards others,
Made me a foe of all equally.
To my pupils, I’m an alien from outer space,
Since I am a lover of perfectionism.
I drew a ‘Lakshmana Rekha’ for my children,
Wishing them to be on the path of righteousness.
They think by being firm towards them,
I have clipped their wings of freedom.
Now, as the most misunderstood man I remain!
To be a pet of all, should I come out of my domain?
Note: ‘Lakshmana Rekha’, in some later versions of the Hindu epic Ramayana, is a line in the soil drawn by Lakshmana. This line is drawn around the dwelling in the forest that he shared with his elder brother, Rama, and Rama’s wife, Sita. This line is meant to protect Sita, while he was away searching for Rama.
Written: December 5th, 2023
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Inspiration bursts forth akin to a volcano
with kinetic rainbows and gooey agony
frothy vortices or bubbling in infernos
an existence on the verge of decay
reaching the pinnacle of bliss
In that moment, originality bursts forth.
A creative vision of shadowed areas
amid a thousand beveled mirrors
portraying vibrancy and iridescence
in tandem, or utterly not
conversing common items into marvels
perched atop majestic mountains.
The highly focused artist's mind
perfectionism never fades
up until the medium is fulfilled
often veiled eccentricities
displaying pushes witnesses to impanel
an opposing viewpoint to hate and love.
Gratitude for vivid dreams
revealing hidden spaces to inspire and empower
emerged from cramped corridors
of crumbling walls and fading edges
within the Edenic roses of teal.
Forget the snow that fell last year, new snowballs are clean and white
Limits to be crossed in huge waves - eat your dessert before dinner
We will all travel on the same train - the text on the ticket is the difference
Sadness is the opposite of being happy, you are never alone
Perfectionism no one can achieve, although some think they can
If life came with instructions; no roses will grow, no new tracks
One earth we humans share - with expectations and hopes
Smiles, laughter and joy is no guarantee
With threat to the world, a new cold and cruel war
Conflicts and collapse big impact
The coming year is the next chapter of the past year
... what would you like to change
28.12.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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To compensate for (A -Z)
ineradicable alphanumeric
character flaws (i.e. mutations
of body or mind,)
and avoid amass
sing wracking up vexatiously
undesirable threatening class
action lawsuit against
Matthew Scott Harris,
which preliminary measure
taken to avoid disembarrass
sing said individual as
a majorly flawed individual
literal shortcomings of body,
mind and spirit,
the metier of writing doth encompass
a creative realm to trump
geomorphology, sans groundmass
at the unsolicited expense
(mine alter ego i.e. worst critic)
will gleefully find,
and expose grammatical,
misspelling, spelling,
et cetera errors to harass
glommed together with isinglass
hop, skip and jumping
to appear as a jackass
whereat no respect
able collegiate lass
would give a fig about me,
one totally tubular royal morass,
which expert anthropologists
stumped asper nonclass
if eye able Homo
sapiens mutant ninja turtle
case in point being his
wanting in height not e'en pass
sing the six foot mark
plus mental illness
perhaps traceable to
besotted cognitive damage
inherited predecessors
quaffing an overdose of quass
made obvious peering at resulting
Ct scan results viewed
via microscopic spyglass
revealing abnormal amygdala
automatically designating
his aptitude underclass
among average human
with mettlesome Zeusian brass.
Enough with the whispers about kindness when the shadows of night ask you to embrace your own gentleness,
Enough with the tales of love until your heart becomes the source from which authentic love flows,
Enough with praising success until your journey becomes an obsession of self-discovery,
Enough with stories of power until you bleed in silence and conquer the mountains of your own struggle.
Enough with dreams told aloud until you chase them, even when you are alone under the sky of disbelief,
Enough with calls for respect until you no longer shrink in the face of others' neglect, like a sun hidden by clouds,
Enough with waiting for permissions until you claim your rights, treasures hidden beneath silences,
Enough with hiding behind words until you break through all the doors that limit your flight.
Enough with stories about destiny until you rewrite each chapter with your courageous steps,
Enough with listening to others speak about you, now is the time to be what they could never take,
Enough with perfectionism as an unattainable illusion, it's time to be yourself, with imperfections that shine.
I'm proud of you,
And I love you.
You are:
Calm,
Confident,
Kind
Well-reasoned,
Reserved,
Gentle,
Humble,
Thoughtful,
Intelligent,
Insightful,
Observant,
And
Articulate.
You exercise sound judgment,
And have a good sense of humor.
You are independent.
Repeatedly, you've shown
You can make a plan
And execute it.
You've found a kind, intelligent, empathic mate.
This is what I can see from the outside.
Inside you, I'm sure there is more to know and love.
You have overcome obstacles,
Such as my role in choosing one of your babysitters.
I've always been hard on myself,
A perfectionist,
Focusing, at times with frustration,
On my own deficiencies,
Rather than my merits.
Grappling with my own physical and mental challenges,
Unfortunately, one could not keep them entirely to myself,
And also, I'm afraid, by extension,
I've focused my perfectionism
On you.
This must have been hard on you
In a number of ways.
I'm sorry.
My hats off to you.
You deserve credit
For whom you are, and the man you've become.
Rather than focus on my deficiencies,
I congratulate myself,
For whatever positive role I may have played.
I'm proud of you,
and I love you.
1. Victimisation or Oppression
2. Selfishness/Greed
3. Discrimination
4.Dishonesty/Lies/Bull/Hypocrisy
5.Pompousness/Arrogance/Too much unnecessary excessive Hubris
6.Jealousy/Envy
7. Spite
8. Excess Meticulousness
9.Overeating and gluttonousness in terms of craving for wealth or money
10. Disloyalty/Betrayal including Disloyalty to One's Core Values.
11. Cultural Degradation and Neglect.
12.Ultra Perfectionism.
13.Anyone who claims he or she does not like Music or Poetry.
14.Anyone with an unfounded disdain or hate for his/her fellowman or fellow person.
15. Despair & Pessimism.
16. Calling a spade a leaf.
17.Those who are prone to promoting or advocating violence in any shape or form.
That stiff-neckedness; that boulder-like stoneness
The so-called track-travel; that perfection-proneness
The 'looking-down-upon' others as backboneless
That sharp surety of sheer, shadowless shallowness
All came to a standstill like a train on a halt.
I felt something stopping my voluntary vault.
'Take it easy'—I heard the inner self prompting.
'There's a need for reciprocating and bonding.
Perfectionism has high streams of expectations.
Thoughtlessness fills and fixes all fluctuations.
Critical, unrealistic ruthless morals
Leads to my depression, unmet goals, and laurels.
Fear, failure, procrastination, low self-esteem
Nullity and nothingness enter a clear stream.
Like a wounded dove amidst vultures, I suffer.
The environmental zeitgeist turns stone tougher.
I should be calm, cool, and consciously cogitate.
To follow out, I must mindfully meditate.
Thus, like a serene, solemn stream searching the sea
I plunged into the hunt for my lost true 'me.
Shedding that glittering gift-paper-wrapped spirit
And securing a supple self to my merit
This change of mind has now taken on newer roots.
In my thoughts, words, and deeds, bringing abundant fruits
It’s a long fall from the mount of perfection,
The hurt done is not just to one descending,
There were others aware of the condition,
Who feared and foresaw this unhappy ending.
What is the genesis of this state of mind,
This utopia without flaw or defect,
From whence comes this ideal upon humankind,
A perfect incarnation of a concept.
The history of humanity is replete,
With facts and acts that can very much refute,
That perfectionism is at best bittersweet,
When it is reviewed in the light of truth.
Adam and Eve were born into perfection,
At least, that’s how Genesis’ story is told,
But soon fell off that lofty elevation,
And since that tragic fall, the mount has been closed.