I show up ready
Like it’s nothing, no big deal.
But calm is just a front I put on,
No one sees the ache
They say thanks, but don’t see the work,
Only the finished things I do.
They don’t know how many times
I’ve held it together when it got hard.
They see the results, not the fight,
Like it all came easy overnight.
They say, “You always have it figured out,”
But they don’t know the truth.
I check my work twice or more,
Late at night when no one cares.
I clean and fix before they ask,
But effort’s never what they see
It’s just expected of me.
I hide these tired eyes
And they love it when it’s done,
But not the work behind it all.
poverty a blight
a dustpan for the fight
keep our cities clean
armed with will and might
the Israelis got it right
strategy obscene
burn them in their tents
bid vermin good riddance
best not to be seen
Located in the perfect place
Filed in transparent drawer
Unruly impediments erased
Facets interact free of flaw
Seamless system clockwork
Methods remain meticulous
Design drawn up by a doctor
Considered, inconspicuous
Routine guides a room's tidy
Itemising verbatim shelves
Briefcase organised abiding
Data struck upon first delve
Packed in precise patterns
Utility is readily predicted
Shipshape sailing on satin
Scurvy sufferers evicted
Fold exposes name brand
Recognised categorically
Regular overhauls planned
Excess viewed as slovenly
Upkeep travels compact
In zipped compartments
Disarray tends to detract
Regimented requirements
8th of **** April
oh lord
before my life has ended
let me tidy up a few things
first, I need a set of wings
for my soul to set sail
towards
the kingdom of glory
next, I want to continue
to serve God
through
faith and to do His will
through good works
well done thy faithful servant
well done
while
being a guardian angel of mankind
in the presence of God
who is forgiving and merciful
before my life has ended
let me tidy up a few things
I wish I could be gay man neat and tidy,
instead of straight man disorganized and sloppy.
- Was the above incorrect politically?
The Outside Tidy up.
What on earth am I going to write today,
To keep up my poems for one every day?
I've told of the blitz on the house inside,
Now it was the turn of the scruffy outside.
Cleaned out the waterfall, made it look grander
Refilled it and placed it back on the veranda
I shifted the bags of compost and peat,
Now the front is getting tidy and neat.
I then moved round to work on the back,
The broken down cabinet was first to go,
So I could store winters logs, row upon row.
Now where to put all the gardening stuff?
The old log box would hold all, good enough.
Tomorrow, back front and side I will blast,
With the blower and that maybe the last.
Well tired but glad of a job that's now finished,
Showered and ready for dinner, I'm famished.
Wishful thinking I know,I hope it comes true,
That Fran doesn't find me something to do.
© Dave Timperley 07 August 2016
of mice an men aye n'er doth quit
dialing countless times google
fascinating to this human caboodle ling kit upon porcelain goddess,
most brilliant ideas congeal in me mind, and thou' loo pee did lit
this sole seasoned bugs bunny car tune character son of kit
soon after traipses superhighway road viz imagination
fired with fleeting thoughts that hit
sweet soft spot futilely attempt to net ideas in me mind flit
i yam a poet favoring words that rhyme a bit!
iambic pentameter strands crochet themselves magically con verse
interleaving like boughs of - arbor shielding this solitary soul
wherein shafts of sunlight dapple cerebral canopy
affecting dark shadows at the edge of night to disperse
from outer limits of the twilight zone
ebbing and flowing in tandem & nsync
with circadian metronome this trolling
troubadour lost in space transformed
into edenic serenade from Mother Nature
while unseen terrestrial oeuvre
reassures don’t fear the reaper’s scythe silent curse.
TIDY
" They say ,
Its so beautiful to fall in love ,
With a glitter of shimmer , tender & so clear ,
And the way
I felt it was ironic .
They say ,
We stitch the edges of love ,
With knots making it rider with lesser of fear ,
And the way
I felt it was chronic . "
S•R•
@thatoneshe_
NEAT AND TIDY
astute as a Mermaid
calculating cards
blameless at daylight
night less her dark
yearning a past when
selfish shellfish
blades were placed
out of time
out of mind
she waits from within
sea bed rocks of stone
beneath the coral glass
veneers of harsh deathly
calamities
blood spoors of
austere tragedies that
stain yet remain
bodybeached seagarbage
raw gashed lurid
grievously purpled
lie stagnant in rock pools
hidden by pure white sand
shells and claws of
re mottled pores
like tapestries on
forgotten shores
she casts tales
and slides into
forgotten times
© Kim van Breda—3 October 2015
Beyond the wildest dreams
From the dark side
of the moon
I am no longer rich
In love
Like the six million dollar man
My circuits explode
I do not have to shine outwardly
In a dimension of my own
Slipping of into another world
Like a spaceship
landing on the moon
With a monkey
hanging from a tree
His tail wrapped
around the branch
The branch broke
At the trees joint
Falling down
The cow jumped
over the moon
Away with the fairies
to another land
You would not believe it
Under a mushroom
hiding there
My head spinning
Around with love
You found me there
You kissed the frog
The fairytale began
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