Short Spic And Span Poems

There she stood, in a room all spic and span
Her name was Dorothea – the nun of Maryland
Ever so lightly, she picked flowers day and night
Oh! She was indeed the gift of God that did all her tasks
Did she happen to disobey her superiors and anger the ones above?
Obedient, classy and wise – the gift of God did as she was told. 
Rummaging through antiques, she have found the key
Another key that held lies instead of answers, unfortunately....

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Of silver strands
Started to grow indeed 
In our heads
Of extra ordinary lateral parallelism
Proof of coolness milestones in our lives
Though a rare some and countable sight
We believe we stood grounds
From spic-and-span
Just like our very own grandkids all around
Consider as mushrooms of gold
Yes, we did beautifully and magnificently succeed
On top and taps
A toast
We made it “unlimited of joys”
All the years to come!

ENTERED IN A CONTEST SILVER STRANDS
12/4/11...

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how sacred are the raindrops
passage to another world

if I were a raindrop
luminous crystals
window wash the acid sky
and hot sultry earth
spic and span

Drumming down
a fresh start
blessed beginning
for all moccasins to tread
the path of the heart

Sacrificial waters
life giving monsoons
suckle newborn sprouts
feed snow capped
mountain rivers, raging bull
oceans
and the tiny sea inside
a mother’s womb

If I were a raindrop
a merciful tear falling from
God’s eye...

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