Refreshed and rejuvenated, I cleaned my room
Scoured my kettle, tidied up my riding broom
Put spell books in alphabetical order
Rebuilt my back stairs with brick and mortar.
Now I am pooped and have to take a nap.
Curled up in my black cloak and witch’s hat
My familiar is curved up in a ball next to me.
She will lick me awake when it’s time for tea.
Categories:
tidied, women,
Form: Rhyme
What if I have not answered your phone?
Maybe, it was due to my right ear but wrong tone.
What if I have not called you lately?
Maybe, I have been very busy.
What if I have not replied your messages?
Maybe, my phone needed to be deep cleaned and tidied.
What if I kept on making promises?
Maybe, I just wanted you to put my words in your diary.
What if I kept on breaking my promises?
Maybe, I have lost my memories.
What if I wanted to end all the communications?
Maybe, all I need was to press the mute button.
What if I want to leave you?
Maybe, I need to make the first move.
What if I no longer want to be with you?
Maybe, I just have to ignore and go through.
What if you want to be back to me?
You know where to find me. Maybe.
What if I never see you again?
Goodbye. Good luck to you, my friends.
What if I said all the above was what you did to me?
Maybe, for sure, every thing with you was all maybe.
Categories:
tidied, blue, fate, friend, i
Form: Free verse
"Through It All" feat. Glenn Hughes - Device
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Left to fend for self, alone
In this lovelorn world
That is when I realize
I be better gone
Wait, I feel so lost
Wait, I love to learn
Wait, I love to live
I stall, I stall to think
What went wrong?
My luck, my muse,
My fortune is that all?
Is one’s life a pity, just
If short of wealth, if
Short of health?
Is that all to worry?
I feel lost for a second
I don’t live for all
I live for my all, I
Forget not the Lord
I am here for His cause
to suffer, I suffer
so I seek Him in myself
I am well governed by Lord
I won’t be gone
As others wish
I am now His wish
I rise to His cause, now
( I feel so charmed, I feel so new, Lord,
I have tidied my mind, I survive)
(I feel so charmed, I feel so new, Lord,
I have tidied my mind, Through it all I survive)
Categories:
tidied, prayer,
Form: Free verse
Four batches of ice cream,
two cobblers with peaches,
some spicy beef chili;
must loosen my breeches.
Invited the neighbors,
but none of them came.
But it won’t get wasted
‘Cuz that’d be a shame.
No, it will get waisted,
and it will be mine.
I’ll just row it off,
and that will be fine.
But one thing sure bummed me;
when they cancelled, I wept.
I’d tidied the house up;
the porches were swept.
That cleaning for nothing:
the floors and the stoop.
Only one thing consoles me:
another big scoop.
Categories:
tidied, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
The moralist woman
Morning, every morning, the silent streets of Budapest
We open the restaurant, one corner from the Váci street
I arranged and tidied the terrace, tables, and chairs, and set up
People walked in front of the restaurant. Going to work
Office buildings, hotels, shops, and restaurants in this amazing area
People were walking, and I watched them. Men and ladies.
A young lady every morning walked the square, she watched
Watched me, and me her. Bombastic legs, light brown skin, great shape
Short brown hear, feminine figure, not slim, not tall, great body and face
middle twenty age
Every morning she came and stand front of the building opposite
She watched the waiter. Me. For weeks. Days and days. Every morning
A morning she came. She came to me. She said in my face with a stern
chaste face
‘I don’t do "that"!' She shouted and turned and left in a hurry.
I never see her again.
It was a true story.
Categories:
tidied, fate, life,
Form: Free verse
Have you wiped off the traces of me
Our shared photo albums, emails?
Have you tidied up your memory
Are you sure it is cleaned of my trails?
You had no time to spare a minute
I quite understand, knowing that
You are completely within it
When problems dictate the impact
Defending your life, you don’t need me
Concentration is all you need
But what if I too, concentrate on thee,
Will you cut me off as a useless weed?
Categories:
tidied, care, depression,
Form: Rhyme
her ethereal gaze tucked me into nirvanic waves
tore me asunder amid quixotic abyss and seraphic throe
I harvest pearls from mollusks in swimming oysters
strip it in kaleidoscopic iris fiercely fleeced mote sand
pearls evolved into a sumptuous elixir necklace
a seashell conceals a jewel-like hair as dark as obsidian
pristine girl with a pearl necklet and mellifluous voice
with her smile flings delicate pearls
her eyebrows cling to me beckoning me near
abrim with tears cleansed her azure iris
I tidied her sylphlike trail some sobs stuffed a cup
It soaked roses threw daffodil pearls bit jujubes with hail
hence my previously sealed heart thawed
a phoenix in its zenith sweeps me to skies
In a cosmic splay studded with stars I dwell
her wispy eyelashes distract me from her gaze
she eviscerates dumbfounds me with dark detritus
may my love ram-raid and induce her to ponder again
Categories:
tidied, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Words
I came by a couple of my forgotten friends today.
They are words,
Mowing and Scythe.
It’s about sixteen years!
How heartily we relished our time together!
Scythe accompanied me, resided in my right hand,
Together we raided sugarcane fields, edges of paddy fields, and distant green horizons.
We collected tokens of happiness.
Mowing joined us as we met tall tender grass.
We three feasted on sweat,
Tidied the severed grasses in a green girl’s move,
Like she combs and braids her silky seasoned hair.
We were to barter our gains
With some puny-powered coins.
Many wouldn’t take them for nothing.
But that “nothing” would reward our pains.
Such sweet-sour scorching moments have gone.
We have separated in our parts.
In our green-forsaken days,
We meet in words.
Categories:
tidied, memory,
Form: Free verse
The day after Christmas is always a little
anticlimactic the gifts opened – the wrappings
and ribbons all tidied, although a few gifts
may arrive late and our Boxing Day guests
may add a few.
But we're past the solstice,
days will slowly get longer
and the moon rising over
the valley’s leafless trees
was a bit over half-full
– kinda like my mood.
Categories:
tidied, christmas, moon,
Form: Free verse
There's always been Ethel
isn't it time you tidied your room now
and Mr Thomas is he getting any better now
mowing his lawn
Sunday market, all sundry
roast pork and frilly laces
and I remember the voice from the past
Getting better in your verte garden
with red azaleas awash and pool full
a slithering grass snake
to awaken the soul
there's a pancrea for those in a rush
when the sun is alight
due lovers, gambling your fortune
its one big swoop
Categories:
tidied, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
One more day I slept serene,
while some where distant bombs
and screams awaken others from their dreams..
One more day I quenched my thirst
while others trapped and feared the worst,
living out war's curse.
One more day I tidied, swept, while elsewhere
children died, mothers wept,
cried in anguish, so bereft..
One more day my skies were blue.
I ventured out with things to do,
while others watched their world unglue.
Categories:
tidied, war,
Form: Rhyme
Fancied boiled eggs
with brown bread for this morning’s breakfast.
Well, that was the plan.
Boiled them for ten minutes
then out of the pan.
Put them by the breadbin
I would surely not forget.
Pottered around the kitchen – tidied up, washed up
pottered around the bedroom – made the bed, tidied up
thought: what shall I have for breakfast?
Oh yeah, muesli, haven’t had that in a while!
made muesli, ate muesli, washed up.
Two eggs sat by the bread bin
still in their shells.
Egg mayo sandwiches for lunch, then.
Unless I forget!
Categories:
tidied, humorous, irony, memory,
Form: Free verse
Never finished answering to the dead
Prompt from Have You Prayed? Li-Young Lee
Sit up straight
Get your elbows off the table
Good manners don't cost
Less haste, more speed
What’s the magic word?
Have you tidied your room?
What time do you call this?
Smile!
You whisper in my ear when I'm shopping
You remind me to try harder
You interrupt when I am thoughtless
You correct my grammar
You reprimand impoliteness
You even follow me on a night out
Like a sentimental trinket, I carry your voice
Haunted by memories that chastise
Forever remembering your lessons
Forever remembering you.
24 May 2022
Categories:
tidied, emotions, grandmother, memory,
Form: Free verse
You hastily spilled a loaded jar of stained language.
Sky aglow by a rainbow, as sunsets below a ledge.
Pouring a layer of dullness into a pristine scene.
Murky clouds have drowned the gentle sunshine.
Unscrupulous guarantees, sand-tidied venturing,
And the heart will stow away in the way they review.
In the azure sky, golden rings are instantly plunging.
Blackbirds crow around humans peacefully withdrew.
Storm haze from a weakening typhoon stream.
Realizing the window curtains inhibit late-day sun.
This fear involves a torrential downpour dream.
Nowhere for adoration untamed stallion to run,
He wanders around this forsaken dust bowl land.
Without a stated objective, just a promise in hand.
Dreams of enigmatic and utterly ease dry,
The rises speak culpability as they move away.
Written; December 26, 2021
A fearful mind approves each deft move.
As a roving lout, I have a soft spot and am sensitive.
Your clarion call ought to be a full-scale disorder.
I'm weaving dim deceptions over my slander.
Categories:
tidied, absence, anger, bereavement, change,
Form: Rhyme
The poor man tidied up
his poor shack for shelter
with sales boards...
It didn't protect him from danger
of the streets,
neither from the sun
or the rain...
There was no private toilet,
nor private life...
In front side of the shack shelter,
an imposing poster announces:
"MANSION FOR SALE" !
Categories:
tidied, abuse, allusion, humorous, irony,
Form: Light Verse
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