pomegranates aren’t messy.
there quite a few
who don’t have a clue
of how to handle the delicate fruit
so it doesn’t spew
They take one look
And determine its some type of crook
don’t even take a moment
To observe its unique tidiness
They take a spoon
And don’t wait to gut it
To make it messy
And leave it until it’s uncleanly
they don’t take the time
Out of their lives
To hold it steady
And make sure it’s ready
They take and take
The red color staining their fingers
They wipe it on a towel, maybe a few
Going on with their day
Still not having a clue
Pomegranates aren’t messy
your poetry just sucks
Because if you take
What one offers
You’ll see it’s unique tidiness
One it rewards to those who
Don’t rush
And take the time out of their lives
To hold it relentlessly
So no, pomegranate aren’t messy
They just need to be handled gently.
Categories:
tidiness, life,
Form: Free verse
“Each thing we keep- we lean on like a friend;
engaged or not- our need for it, defend.”
_by Poet
Keep- what huge decisions stir that word-
a process that the mind must face each day.
All through the years, this word often incurred
a mess of what we should have thrown away.
With good intentions- cleaning out we start.
We pick up this and that- then comes that stare,
as memories of it stir up the heart-
and that word, “keep,” fast grabs it in a snare.
So, back the item goes- like times before,
and guilt of getting rid of it dissolves;
where it will stay as something we adore-
forgotten till next clean-out day evolves.
Ah, yes, that “keep” has power mighty strong,
and on a huge scale- can fill every space;
where split decisions, made with heart, prolong-
that peace- where order, tidiness, embrace.
Categories:
tidiness, angst, clothes, home, inspirational,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Many people pamper their pets
Love them so much
Treat them as small children
A dog with a diaper on
For cleanliness
A dog with a mask on
For hygiene
A dog with clothes on
For tidiness
A dog with dog foods
For nutrition
A dog goes to veterinary
A specialist
To pets they pay a lot of attentions
Maybe they deserve
How about their own children
And the oldies
Don't they deserve more
Sometimes children are left to the nurseries
Sometimes oldies are left in the old folks home
And their pets are always with them
Always being attended to
I'm lost
Does God says anything
About this discrimination
I wonder
Categories:
tidiness, children, discrimination, love, old,
Form: Free verse
The old combs
Stay with me many years
Now I bought new combs too
But too lazy to use
I stay at home
Especially during MCO
I seldom use mirror or comb
I use my hands to comb most of the time
To tidy the short hair I cut myself
I'm too old to use comb often
I'm too lazy to bother appearance
Which was spoiled by dimmy eyes and ugly wrinkles
Suddenly I think of my parents
Everyday they couldn't do without combs
They brushed their hair tidy and shining
Father with a quick sweep
Mother with a long hour combing straight down
Olden days people like tidiness and cleanliness
Their days are simple
And follow routines and etiquette
Their hearts loyal and simple
Like the being straightened hair
Now people like fashions ,excitements and hairstyles
The combs bring me back
The sweet memories of my parents and their love
The old combs deserve to be kept
In my heart
Especially during this Mother's and Father's Day
Categories:
tidiness, fathers day, life, love,
Form: Free verse
The old combs
Stay with me many years
Now I bought new combs too
But too lazy to use
I stay at home
Especially during MCO
I seldom use mirror or comb
I use my hands to comb most of the time
To tidy the short hair I cut myself
I'm too old to use comb often
I'm too lazy to bother appearance
Which was spoiled by dimmy eyes and ugly wrinkles
Suddenly I think of my parents
Everyday they couldn't do without combs
They brushed their hair tidy and shining
Father with a quick sweep
Mother with a long hour combing straight down
Olden days people like tidiness and cleanliness
Their days are simple
And follow routines and etiquette
Their hearts loyal and simple
Like the being straightened hair
Now people like fashions ,excitements and hairstyles
The combs bring me back
The sweet memories of my parents and their love
The old combs deserve to be kept
In my heart
Especially during this Mother's and Father's Day
Categories:
tidiness, fathers day, life, love,
Form: Free verse
Fast is the train
Fast are the wheels
Wheels are round
Wheels are solid
Solid is metal
Solid is rusty
Rusty is puce
Rusty is deteriorating
Deteriorating is atrocious
Deteriorating is occurring
Occurring in ancient paper
Occurring in my head
Head is large
Head is hurting
Hurting with malicious memories
Hurting with pure wild wrath
Wrath due to crying
Wrath due to neglect
Neglect due to isolation
Neglect due to work
Work is key
Work takes priority
Priority is hygiene
Priority is tidiness
Tidiness is shiny
Tidiness is smart
Smart is A levels
Smart is grades
Grades of maths
Grades of insanity
Insanity due to a rapid heart beat
Insanity due to her with surreal eyes
Eyes are azures
Eyes are scary
Scary is blood
Scary is knives
Knives for murder
Knives for cooking
Cooking for people
Cooking for you
You should care about you
You should not be crying
Crying is dos full
Crying reminds me of dad
Dad was confused
Dad had to many drinks
Drinks cause the murder
Drinks made me do what I did did
Did...
Murder...
Categories:
tidiness, abuse, child abuse, endurance,
Form: Blitz
Optimizing freedom zest
Challenging mother’s tidiness best
My son whirls himself around
Oblivious that he’s wheel-chair bound.
Loosening mobility gear
His spastic hands hurl things everywhere
Zooming beyond glee’s ecstasy
He’s waged war against my mess-flee policy.
Entangled around disarray’s coil
My mind screams, devoid of nagging turmoil
Special child now wins over distress bouts
Ending my heart chaos by his delightful shouts.
*Resolved to blend patience and might
I'm glad to see kid's milestone-height
To God I give my thanks** and praise
For His enabling grace midst orderliness-race.*
November 19, 2019
3rd place, "Disarray" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter; judged on 11/23/2019.
*Last stanza added on November 25, 2019.
**1Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Categories:
tidiness, appreciation, blessing, character, christian,
Form: Rhyme
Out of straw and rag, I made a doll;
A minstrel of Lord, the best of the bunch.
For him, from HIM, seven hours, I stole.
Magnificent decor with love, he had, I had a hunch.
Lord makes straw but I made him.
Gold was buried but I polished it.
My small room, dunce heart, was heaven, it seemed.
Buds tell it's spring, it was that he did.
But now that spring is over as always,
For he doesn't sing as was supposed to.
And that slightly conspicuous pride he has
Made me nearly shattered as to say so.
He enjoys those decor rather than seeing me.
He likes tidiness more than my clean love.
That gold makes prone of me to robber, for Mercy.
That eternal minstrel never will clear my doubt.
We all don't see our birth until we are told.
So, he won't recall me by singing his renown.
The last of this quatrain is left for your doll.
Categories:
tidiness, pride, satire, sick,
Form: Lyric
I use to do that coming home from school
We were the swallows on the ground
And in our glee we dissolved the same rule
We would shiver when the rain was done, but
Not then while we laughed and played the fool
Through raindrops and every puddle in each rut
Some things are lost, some go round and round
Like the tidiness with which we kept the hut
Or the frolic that brings the old abandoned sound
I use to do that coming home from school
We would shiver when the rain was done but
Some things are lost, some go round and round
Categories:
tidiness, nostalgia, rain, home, home,
Form: Lyric