Short Ocd Poems
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we all have it
measures vary
as self appraised
drawn to harmony
sacred geometry
a magnetic pull
07-May-2023
Obsessive workers in their seat
An.al about documents neat
Choose never to rush
Or the toilet to flush
Unless the paperwork's complete
The switch on the wall is on
With nothing plugged in is wrong!
My body all tenses
With spidery senses
Switching off the plug then I'm gone!
He is quite the constant hygienist
a licking perfectionist
shows agility with flair
back leg up in the air
my cat the self cleaning contortionist
Whenever I visit my aunt
She asks if the frames are aslant
Every wall I inspect
And in jest interject
Precise - bar The Storm by Rembrandt!
The doctor’s diagnosed OCD.
I keep on washing hands you see.
The wife says I oughter
Stop wasting our water;
So now she’s washing HER hands – of me!
Mind full and spilling over the brim
Drowning in thoughts unable to swim
I am being pulled down and under
Having survived this long a wonder
I’ve got a thing about spelling
I'm not averse to showing or telling
But an apostrophe out of place
Is just a disgrace
And it always ends up with me yelling
My fear of confusion and clutter
puts my driven needs in a flutter!
Closed closets and attic
hide disarray static.
"She's organized," I hear them mutter!
Most compulsives have never confessed
There are thoughts with which we're obsessed
Our inner vision
Views with great precision
The women our eyes have undressed
If her prayers were not perfect, Aunt Jen
would repeat them again and again.
Christmas cravings on hold
and our food growing cold,
we were dying to get to “Amen.”
Odd thoughts ramble in place of sleep,
I need a shotgun, not counting sheep,
to make night-time dread
snore with the dead,
if slumber will ever be mine to keep.
A poet whose hair is now grizzled
got far more than angry – he sizzled!
Obsessed with “misled”,
he repeatedly said,
“Pronounce it as written: it’s ‘mizzled’!”
There once was a Boricua who’d sigh,
At a till just strolling on by.
At the party, coquito,
Blasting salsa and Tito,
She’d yell, “It’s ’til-get it right or goodbye!”
Gifts…OCD
Every time around Hanuka
I’m tagged with the same old moniker
Do I get the eight gifts
Or let her get miffed
With just one giant gift to astonish her?
The entries land without much fanfare;
Ignoring rules as though it’s a dare.
Arranged A to Z
I’ve put them to bed
As everyone checked how the judge faired …
Volume Button OCD
There once was a man (that would be me)
Whose TV must rest on even degree;
Twenty’s divine,
Twenty-two’s fine—
So I watch in silence till numbers agree.
Volume Button OCD
There once was a man (that would be me)
Whose TV must rest on even degree;
Twenty’s divine,
Twenty-two’s fine—
So I watch in silence till numbers agree.
Volume Button OCD
There once was a man (that would be me)
Whose TV must rest on even degree;
Twenty’s divine,
Twenty-two’s fine—
So I watch in silence till numbers agree.
Come to my house for a holiday treat.
I am punctual, so please take your seat -
by five o'clock sharp.
Don't complain or carp,
or you just will not be able to eat.
Uncle is extremely meticulous
At arrangement of dishes, he’s cautious
From smallest to biggest
Glasses and all the rest
If order of wares fails, he whines like ewes.
My concern for home safety is great.
I would leave in a bad mental state
if I checked things just once,
so I won’t be a dunce.
I’ll check two more times. Shopping can wait!
There once was a husband quite persnickety,
Whose dishwasher rules were so nitpicky~
"Knives must point down!
Bowls go up—that’s their crown!"
So the forks ran away—how unsickety!
As a mom I prayed for forbearance
Been tried with many an incurrence
But when your OCD talking starts
I want to run to other parts
Then Jesus gives me some assurance
Why, why nine, why nine cupcakes in the pack?
Only nine friends, or three, can share this snack;
no tea for two without a fight,
four or six have to be polite;
or be wracked with guilt if I hold one back.