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A poet like me
I start my days at the 11th hour.
I pray twice a day.
I take my coffee before my bath.
I write with my heart.
A poet like me.
I gossip, oh yeah,
I gossip with my note book.
My favorite ink is black.
I prefer blue paper to white paper.
I am obsessed with the simplicity.
A poet like me.
I am perfectionist.
Because that's the only way I see things.
I love Mercedes
Damn, I love sweet cars.
I love the Rolls Royce Ghost.
For it is perfect, it's simple enough.
A poet like me.
I am software developer.
I write poetic algorithms.
A lover of binaries and recursions.
Oh yeah, I am for Data Science.
I am a deep thinker.
An innovator and a go getter.
I am a pace setter.
A poet like me.
I am a Computer Science graduate.
Where I studied from, they build for the future.
I chose to build my future on codes and lines.
Silk and sick, in my writing canvas.
I am an alien whose power ain't silence,
not compliance or resistance but persistence.
A poet like me.
Loves to have a good laugh.
I am a poet with substance.
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominant, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful.
What comes to your mind upon hearing my name?
That I am the moody girl, who walks alone,
Or that that I am the quiet girl who is always at home?
Do you say I am social? - Most likely; no!
Because I do not know that about myself.
But, do you also say that I hate people? - Yes
Because that is what you think of me,
Basing on how I conduct myself in society.
This is what you do not know about me;
You do not know that I try all I can to come out,
In the perfect shape that fits in this modern society,
Where all standards have been raised and,
That if I were to fit amongst you,
I would have to first get rid of my hot temper.
This is known for ruining it all for me, always;
You do not know, that I am afraid I will hurt you,
By my harsh words when something goes wrong before my eyes,
For I would say I am almost a perfectionist in my own world!
You do not know, that I have a lot on my mind,
That keeps tickling me to spit it out,
Yet I find it half- baked and not worthy to be picked up by your busy ears,
Which need to be hear me say there is good justice in the country when there is actually none?
For it would cause me more trouble in the end,
If I fail to defend the words from my own mouth when things go wrong;
Because a short tempered person will do a lot of crazy things,
Yet will hardly remember anything or what made them do it.
This does not justify why I isolate myself,
But may be, it is because I find myself not fit to be one of you.
But still, this does not mean I hate you,
For I would never open up to you,
To tell you my deepest secret if I did not trust or love you.
I know it hurts when I sit apart from you;
So, I only wanted you to know this,
So that you never say that I did not return the love you showed to me.
I have alot I imagine I could have done with you,
But I am not confident enough to face my fears and responsibilities,
When the milk goes bad at last!
In rhyme, I’m a perfectionist;
In other things, I’m not.
You’d think I’d treat all things the same
But rhyme is what I’ve got.
For patience is a virtue which
I really don’t possess.
I’ll rush though projects though results
Will surely not impress.
My sewing comes out crooked
And my seams don’t seem to match.
My baking skill are mediocre,
Though I bake from scratch.
You’d never want me as your chef;
I clean, but things don’t shine
And wrapping gifts has never been
A special skill of mine.
My ironing leaves creases
And technology’s a bane.
My plants all droop and getting rid
Of clutter is a pain.
But when I write, I’ll work each line
Until the rhyme’s in sync.
My pencil and eraser let me
Change things as I think.
Some people are obsessive
‘Bout so much, and all the time
While as for me, that just applies
To writing poems in rhyme.
The Mask I wear is of a Comedian
Not showing the world I hurt
For when you laugh or cry looks the same
Sarcasm is rooted in pain.
The Mask I wear is of an Introvert
Being lonely than risk not being liked
I keep to myself and try not to falter
Failure is rooted in Rejection.
The Mask I wear is a Social Butterfly
My calendar is packed my life lacks depth
The gift of the gab is for me
My Personality is rooted in Insecurity.
The Mask I wear is of a Perfectionist
Everything running on my watch smoothly
Living in a constant state of something going wrong
My Obsessiveness is rooted in Anxiety.
The Mask that I wear is of a Monk
Showing my calm as if nothing is wrong
Never facing my bottled up emotions
My Composure is rooted in Chaos within me.
Dated 29.8.22
We all fail in one way or another, and failure
is an essential and painful way to learn...
while searching for that life's treasure;
and if it is never found, rejoice in what you have
by honoring the gifts that were given to us:
to love with an immense desire to be loved,
to be comforted when others turn away and
you can't find a shoulder to lean on!
Why be a perfectionist in all you do? But altruism isn't fair,
and you may miss out on those chances for acquaintances,
look around: people are happy with only significant things:
being heard and surrounded with inseparable friends...
even birds gather on the roofs tops to chat among themselves,
and notice this human misery, not wishing to be us indeed;
and we have more intelligence than them, and are much stronger
and wiser to let unhappiness and envy derange our existence!
I tried all and nothing determined or guaranteed
how successful or gratified I would have been,
if had impersonated the role of perfectionist;
meekness flees from us when we detour,
to shorten the distance and the struggle to get there...
to devise a plan is to start being human to the very core,
detesting the absurd idea of being a perfectionist,
and deviate from the dilemma which devitalizes our energy!
I spoke to a perfectionist who was as sharp
as the expressions he used in his flawless speech,
a well-educated person with an unlimited knowledge:
what I wasn't impressed with...wasn't his worth or ample pride,
or his self-importance and the self-revealing attitude
towards his brilliant personality and self-esteem:
but a lack of perception...to seem so worried about his age;
and seeing my deriding look, he took off his shades and cried!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Dear Barbara
When a man loves a woman:
He smiles and laughs with her.
He respects her and doesn’t try to direct her.
In years gone by, I am certain that there was an ‘air of control’ about me that was uncomfortable to the object of my affection. I’m sure that my father’s DNA kept rushing to the shores of our relationship until you began to ‘push back’ as you identified the problem. I am still not perfect, but I do suspect that my love for you is expressing itself with a greater respect for and far less
intentions on directing you.
He remembers birthdays, anniversaries, and flowers
He compliments, embraces, and test tastes
He does not criticize, but seeks to edify her.
I am not by definition a perfectionist, but most of my life I lived under a self imposed pressure system far too burdensome. It certainly spilled out on you from time to time, reaching intolerable boiling points. Loving you opened my eyes to the flaw, and is now enabling me to build you up, and not critique you.
He talks to her, but listens more.
He listens, not with ears only, but also with heart.
He hears not only verbalized, but also spirit words
He learns to welcome her challenges. Realizing that both of us are made stronger thereby, I have no need for a yes person catering to my every dream and goal. I’m proud to have someone who questions, quizzes, and challenges me.
He believes in her, upholds and trusts in her
He values her friendship above all others.
He waits for her.
I have been one ever prone to be a slave to the clock. I have tended to pressure myself and everyone in my family to bow to “time”. Though the wheels of inflexibility turn slowly, love for my spouse is forcing me to chill, be patient and relax. I am very aware that time neither pauses, delays, nor stops for anyone, but I’m learning to serve and wait patiently for you.
He is not the answer man, but the ‘stand by your woman man’.
He stands with her against all enemies, foreign and domestic.
To him, she is above all, and second only to their God.
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Don’t criticise me from this poem
You’ll understand once I bring it home
I used to love DIY I was a fanatic
But it took me a long time and drove my wife spastic
She used to curse and say you not finished yet
You’ll end up leaving it half done I bet
I got so flustered it end been true
I could not see anything through
So I’d lay there and would not budge
Watching TV stuffing my face with fudge
She’d scream at me and says get off your lazy ass
Get the lawn mower and cut the grass
You know the saying “you can lead an ass to the water but you can’t make it drink”
I’d lay on the couch staring at the TV and wouldn’t blink
Now I was not this sort of person
But she was impatient and her attitude would worsen
I was a perfectionist in my minds eye
When it came to the thing I loved doing, DIY
Now I lay here a couch potato
Watching her face go red like a plum tomato
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.
I've always had the esthetical need to create ~
poetry, paintings, weaving, a flower garden.
Artistic endeavors capture my attention,
augmenting and enriching the world in my eyes.
A tapestry of textures, or a canvas of colors...
these are things that have become my obsession.
My walls are filled with framed works of art...
conceptions of my heart; I consider them to be.
Rose buds in a vase with lavender, I freshly cut,
or a photo of a hummingbird on my red hibiscus.
It's funny how I speak in rhyme when writing a poem,
and hours after I think it's finished, I edit another line.
A perfectionist, I am not, but I blend oils repeatedly
until shades seem to marry like sunset to moon rise.
In the elements of artistry, I am content and satisfied.
April 7, 2021
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