Short Fastidious Poems
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Stage 1
Preparation
Fastidious planning
Stage 2
Phased in Execution
Roll the Dice
( get the ball rolling )
A born disciplinarian
Should have been a librarian
Shame about her crazy wit
Not everyone understands that bit
An avid libertarian…
Contest: Zodiac Race
Placed: 8th
Well oh well, can you imagine this
This old duffer is a master of the kiss
Many years experience
Made me quite fastidious
World renowned for my wet fish kiss
There was a courtly gent name Hearn.
Who was fastidious from stem to stern.
He showered morning and night.
Kept his teeth pearly white.
But couldn't find a wife worth a durn.
Feisty, flamboyant, fastidious
Elegant to a fault
Lord of their wild domains,
In our homes, spoiled rotten ;
Never a dull or sullen moment
Each one leads to another
Stealing your heart, cat lovers
Listen to poem:
Faithful few
Filled the
Firmament with
Fundamental fervour
Finally finding, through
Fastidious fellowship,
Future fanatical friends and
Fulfilling the fine frequency
Favourable for forgiveness.
Finally.
LeRoy had never been squeamish, fastidious or fussy,
He always dressed quite casually, his hair sometimes rather mussy.
But that all changed one day
On the 16th of May
When he was bitten by a neighbor’s rabid skunk named Gussy
We must be fastidious and particular,
our sidewalks, strictly perpendicular -
and we must sternly ask, who would be so crass
as to cut across our new mown grass.
This despicable heathen can't be one of us.
He can only be Pythugorus.
Fearsome, was I; a model saint
Forged in anonymity and shadows
Fastidious in dawn’s prayer closet
Fragrance of fragapani and myrrh
Forgettable, forsaken; a sinner
Famous in the Book of Life
Forever, Christ’s wings lift me, breathlessly
fastidious Freddie Farnsworth forever finicky,
favored fourteen fixed formulas for fur-making.
Foregoing fantastical features, fiendishly finagling
fine-tooth-comb formulas, flabbergasting a five-star
fleet of flim-flam fellows from Finland.
I am fanciful,
Not factual.
I am frenzied,
Not famous.
I am fearless,
Not frightened.
I am fast,
Not fastidious.
I am friendly,
Not finicky
I am fruitful,
Not fixed.
I am not famished.
I am finished.
Farewell friends.
The truth became hideous
While lies turned delicious
I was not fastidious
Neither was I insidious
Only slightly bilious
Because I was lascivious
Though in truth, I was oblivious
That I rotated into supercilious
Even though I was punctilious!
Fastidious to a fault
Precise to a point
My accountant thinks
he owns the joint
Yet he forgets, so easily
how he got his job
My customers pay his salary
though from them he’d steal and rob
impromptu
light-hearted,
in vogue:
a genteel
virtue
devoid
of
the vernacular..
..yet
straight-laced,
fastidious
maybe:
the
essentials
of life
in
summoned
semantics
of an
illusory
vacuum
Glass cashmere, be soft with your voice
Crystal sinuous glistening
Your pulse, lithe, roars fastidious
While stillness, like starlight, trembles
Today, the darkness, spun like silk, divides
But forever, your rage, delivers peace
March 2, 2017
A nuisance of echoes
a state resonates with
I don't know whether it
is nothing
claiming too to bake
cakes
listen now to masquerades
repeating nightmares gossips
as some things
those too impersonating
the world's times
on clocks
ahh! they make noise
perhaps to reap heaps.
beginnings anew ~ passing fades
winter in your lovely days
fastidious brisk breath leaves
nature bare of its loveliness
barn teak roost in silent air
wooing doves and many stare
harmless they do flatter there
antiguos luna llena’s prayer
1/19/2020
old full moon
antiguos luna llena
Need I dwell
Where the last
Dream fell
And live such
Pain indefinitely?
Nay! To your
Fastidious guilt;
Spoon-dosing
Castor oil
While denying
Evacuation—
Think not
That I love less
For cutting short
My grieving—
When care
I more
Than self
So wear a
Smiley Face
Thus ease
The parting
Of a blameless
Soul….
Infidel fish arrive,
shoals of blank-eyed eaters swim in circles,
each time the head turns toward Mecca
they nudge it in another direction.
Sea-bugs emerge,
dyspeptic crustaceans as small as fleas,
fastidious eaters
that consume only hate.
Above the waves a ship sails away,
having buried again
the evidence of hells D.N.A.
CONVENTIONS
fastidious
pastimes
yearnings
for
emotional
reactions
weaving
apprehension
for
pleasure
&
to encourage
freedom
&
frivolity
in
dreamlike
significance
simulating
feelings
of reality
in
a world
of
continued
brilliance
with
possibilities
in
breathless
tenets
naturally
enforced
SANS 9
To dangle in the dying trance
Of dreamy dance in spoilt chance
In the fastidious pursuit
Of empty distractions that reign corrupt
Where even a sense of plain decency
Is drenched with insidious charm
That render meaning hopeless
To redemption and sublime finesse
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 October 2019
Singapore
PEDANTIC? – WHO ME?
You say that I’m pedantic
But that’s not precisely true.
Pedantic is not the right word,
As I’ll explain to you.
I’ve checked the Oxford Dictionary,
Which I know you’ll find insidious.
But really dear you ought to know,
The word you want is ’fastidious’
24th April 2023
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Sponsor - Angela Tune
Picky just like an old school pin up,
easily a trendsetter with scope.
Registered at first glance a star.
Strutting she knows what sells,
notorious for that catchy slogan
‘I won’t ever provide an alibi.’
Cute with a mouth that’s caustic,
kerchief in her hand style attack.
Each detail devastatingly divine.
Tantalize with the tip of a secret,
yes she’s a fastidious fantasy.
Dangerous Fools and Evil Idiots
They agree to disagree
Always spitefully fastidious
About each other’s pedigree
Always at the war, that goes
With no hope to prove who’s right
There’s no right, because it flows
Through their fingers to the light
Of forgotten source they knew
In the times of childhood years
When the mornings looked brand new
And they lived knowing no fears.
So stuck on fastidious thoughts, unable to make these lines rhyme;
it's like ice trapped between mountains cliffs waiting for spring...
can moodiness and dissatisfaction create the perfect poem?
For hours I tackle the unresponsive feeling that's too latent;
the language is languid, not flowing as smoothly as it should...
'till the rising of dawn words will sound lame and escape from my pen.