As long as they're slobs
We have jobs
Categories:
quotidian, school,
Form: Couplet
Quotidian
(commonplace or ordinary)
Written: by Miracle man
October 19, 2020
I say this not intending to sound like some old cliché,
but most things are quotidian that lurk in my day.
I’ve never shown much interest in the latest scuttlebutt,
my comfort zone has mostly been the bottom of a rut.
I know lots of people but socializing isn’t my thing,
I face each day and whatsoever it might bring.
I value my privacy and use my alone time to think,
some have tried convincing me of my need to bethink,
Categories:
quotidian, desire, feelings, how i
Form: Rhyme
Desert dry living phoenix mythology bird lives 500 years
Colorful like Raggiana bird of paradise brilliant red plumage;
Fire makes ashes for a moment phoenix later rises
Renewed from its ashes in bright colorful splendor.
Desert holds Phoenix city hot Arizona and quail,
Quotidian everyday walk to work cheered with sun;
Somewhere phoenix person excellence model of perfection
Rests in hearts of millions of people radiating love and beauty in their souls.
Phoenix Islands bask in Pacific Ocean sun north of Samoa
Eight islands provide amount for awakening of life in
Summer Phoenix constellation stars Southern Hemisphere;
My Girl brings sunshine on any day and a cloudy day.
Parallel life of good example hero living sought, liked
Sun shall no more go down everlasting light to
Give unto them beauty for ashes bright and colorful
Life recurring daily together, eternal life of joy smile and happiness.
Categories:
quotidian, allusion, bird, fire, happiness,
Form: Free verse
Standing before this refulgent pool of reflection
Rhythm obviates the need for a new direction;
Ocular atrocities; I view my deeds in serious light
Cursed mortal, deigning his will in frantic flight.
Quotidian lies have splendid colors in retrospect
See them pass my way; artifices of hell I suspect,
The mettle to steel myself from these horrid sights
My request inside, my importunate yet buried plight,
Turgid notes I play, to insist granting another day;
I for one can hear a Seraphic call when I pray,
But forgiveness that is not ordinary my only asking;
Allow me then to palaver you with the daily tasking.
Beg? No I shall never do such a wasteful thing;
For my disdain shall undo a most beautiful sting.
Standing before this fuliginous pool of speculation
I see him stand beside me, and ask for my invocation.
Categories:
quotidian, faith, introspection, religion,
Form: Rhyme