Short Perfectionists Poems
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She did a whizbang job on her science project
Her teacher was impressed and did a genuflect
Parents pretended she had done it all her way
These perfectionists had done it after sending her out to play
It’s hard being perfect.
Most folks aren’t you know.
People expect more from you.
You must go further than you want to go.
Perfectionists work much harder,
They can’t bear to waste time.
Sometimes, you just have to give in,
And let Life sing its own rhyme.
in the middle of the bridge
where a compass finds solid ground
and morality meets gravity
All the dog days are askew for us:
the sand-sifting perfectionists
We are the romantic remains
of impressionistic hearts
that feed on love where dandelions grow
and weeds repurpose reason
I am a northern-hearted woman
and I will take root
"Wise souls direct their energies positively while the unwise do the opposite"
"Love focuses on "equality" while rationality tends towards judgment"
"True truth is love while true lies are based on judgment and hatred"
"All idealists are not perfectionists neither are all perfectionists idealists"
“Music is a cascading waterfall of originality that submerges the tensions of reality and rationality always singing equality”
Form:
Familiar victim dancing in the damp darkness
Seeker made, marked, miles of skin
Fashioned into the perfectionists puppet
Tool, temptress, tornado
Fraudulent construction, masked self destruction, every mile mattered
Prison, power, machine
Dumpster of record
Entertainment, goddess on screen
Supporter, tyrant, jester in one
Pretty, pitiful, puppet of miles
Interpreted easily all or none
Oppressor mesmerized by the liars light
Mute, mime, servant in the night
Traces of errors - demarcate my past mistakes - I could not erase.
While perfectionists - are gluttons for misery - hints they can't redeem,
like beaches, victims - left barren of memories - surging waves stroked clean.
I welcome the sight - of my miscalculations - to refine my trace.
Unhesitantly - why seak perfection with one stroke!? - Far better to strive.
With pencil in hand - I raise my blunt graphite sword - better live, than die.
by,
Martin Braun
3/25/2020