Ordinary Poems

Into the Ordinary

After a cup of Columbian
I have to admit that the day
might turn out okay.
Ordinary miracles are on their job,
and I am blessed to be
Gods special little guy.

Ordinary

Being a savant.
Paintings strewn about on the floor.
When you make a mess?
It’s just more messy talent. 

Being a savant.
Being given metals and trophies. 
Your passion is untainted by disability. 
There is nothing in this world, except ability, and nothingness. 

Being ordinary. 
When I was young. 
Then I got old and gross. 
Covered in ordinary moss.

Being

An Ordinary Poem

Picking up the trash
I brush past you.

You say: "mind the ice."
I smile - a mental picture
of my comic duck-walk.

Halfway to the garage
I hear your voice again,
as if your throat were within mine.
I feel your salty gravity
as a presence dipped in my blood.

At the sink,
you kiss my cold fingers
hum a song from ‘Frozen’,
while stirring hash in

Ordinary days Beautiful recirculation of my life

Wakey, wakey!

The buzz from my advanced THRITY THREE TEN seem to yell
Opened windows slapped aging mango leaves on my face
Monday already? Morning already?

Granny’s creaking chair again!
Savoring with folks of mine the bland toast with juicy old gossip, mom’s warm smile
Welcomed into my everyday worn out NIKE with pain 
Unending miles, but starts with a mile.

The

A HUMAN OR A BLESSING?

I was like a paper and you were the writer, 
You wrote my life the way no one could ever.
I was like an old magazine lying on a shelf,
You made me realise my worth which I would have never done myself.
I was just like a glass of water,
You were the one to tell me how

Roary the Alchemist Cat is Not Ordinary

Roary the rat was an alchemist with a notorious reputation.
He had been creating gold since his college graduation.
His workshop was located at the London Train station.
He alone had created most of the new treasury for the nation.

Now I shall create silver, he told Raven, his trusty cat.
This might seem odd, for a kitten to be

How I hate the attitude of ordinary people towards life

How I hate the attitude of ordinary people towards life,
How I detest this banality that spreads like a heavy mist,
Over the fields of my soul, how from the depths of my being,
I despise their simplicity, those nice and simple people,
With their eternal price lists. How my blood boils,
Under the burden of this monotony, like a

Ordinary Day

No time to get out of the legal basis
They force us to live in debt 
And only in fantasy there’s an oasis
We’re offered to keep what was kept
Choose your own God, cherish fairytale dreams
Pray and dream on like your neighbour
Work like a slave to possess what it means
Manage your social behaviour 
And in the end

Ordinary married sexagenarian mortal feted as savior incarnate

Ordinary married sexagenarian mortal fêted as savior incarnate...

Courtesy a plethora of marriageable females
dogging, hounding, and lowing the living daylights
forcing yours truly to go undercover and into hiding 
within the heart of darkness
at a remote undisclosed location in Perkiomen Valley
changing my name, rank and serial number
to protect what little remaining innocence
(analogous from the salvaged wreckage
of the

Seek Him In Ordinary Things

Just a leaf, falling blindly
Seeking light, breathing the night
In melancholic, still and cool
Flames of gentle in colors and hues
Soft as the twilight, pouring
Grace through the eve – trees
Naked, bared by the breeze.. brr….

Just a flake, falling soft
Beneath the glow of a moon
Who knows the song,
The stories of healing, the poetry
The praise, stirred by the wonder
Covering

An Ordinary Autumn Morning

The park still wears a light mist
over its grassy reaches.
Autumn and the trees
are losing their leaves.
Children are getting ready
to go to school.

An old woman is pushing
a shopping trolley full
of her possessions along
the street. The homeless
emerge from cardboard boxes.
The days are getting colder.

A crane on a nearby building
site begins to turn slowly,
lifting a metal cage up
off

Ordinary People

Ordinary People
.......................................
walking on the roads hurriedly,
to reach workplace indifferently,
to finish  pending work finally.,
saw a bleeding man callously,
looked at passing by people furiously,
and thought did my duty thoroughly.
The dying man could be wishing desparately,
to help him with a heart humanly.
What did he know,we have become possibly,
merciless than the reaper so grimly.
Have the time to take

Just ordinary

Just because it's ordinary doesn't mean it doesn't bring us joy

The Unknowable Ordinary

What's happening

And not happening

Simultaneously

Is the appearance

Of the ordinary and

Is unknown and

Unknowable..the

Ordinary unknowable...

there is no ordinary orange

there is no ordinary orange
there is ominous orange
magical orange
wonderful orange
scary orange
thrilling orange
exciting orange
but never ordinary orange
if you ask me

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