"orderliness" poems
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the day ends
singing to us
ourselves to
each-other
of the hour
to a minute
on the clock
we drink roses
for fading embers
the burning match
that proverbial breath
the familiar pull
towards dreams
towards sorrow
the pain
the joy
from
dust
to
dust
emptiness
orderliness
indifference
mounds of gold
ignorant shiny
pile of ashes
enlightened
afterthought
in the morning
in the evening
all the beauty
is all suffering
living forever
dying together
hands over fists
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Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 2:03 AM UTC
Sincerity is my watchword
Orderliness is my way of life
Loyalty is my duty
Discipline is my foundation
Integrity is all I have
Excellence, for it i strive
Rights? I have none.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 8:05 AM UTC
Bellicose angels chanter,"Never
Was and never more," upon
The totian breeze with clarity of peace;
A peregrine requitement of
Effulgent obsequies, tempered
With melancholy tortuously
Fetching lost codices whilst
Careening stars-of-Bethlehem
Nonchalantly whithersoever,
A parable of presence
A dirge paramount; perdurable
To the transcription of the
Orderliness Of Orcus'- unabridged,
The final heavenly sonnet.
ELEETE J MUIR.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC
i've become like a rubix cube
i am placed in the cupboard
to be taken out on occasion
and put in a disarray
twisted
turned
confused
just to be put back
only after being caused more
damage
after once again being
re-accommodated
to the lonely cupboard
someone else
with obvious time to pass
clasps their hands on me
only to expenditure
their fancied time on me
but once again
being returned into the loneliness
of the cupboard
waiting for the day
when someone else finds me
dusts me off
and returns me
to my initial state of orderliness
colour co-ordinated
and whole
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 5:55 AM UTC
Maiden and Observer
As speculated,
The observer and the scientist
See an enigmatic entrance.
The arrival of the specimen:
He shows haste,
His wrist flickers:
Punctuality.
He mouthes questions of career:
Orderliness.
His vocal appetite silent:
Surrender.
He declares instruction:
Superiority.
He brightens athleticism.
Focus.
The smile appears through
in the unknownest places,
Within restaurant doors,
Through the soundwaves.
Through ideations:
Competitive movement.
Inertia and stagnation is of disinterest.
Wordly reflection produces empty reciprocration.
Can it be a metaphor for the observer,
Can the specimen by the symbol?
Both reflected from one another.
There is the one,
and then, the other.
The challenge is:
Exhibiting both states
Simultaenously.
This is the task of the maiden.
The balancer of scales.
The scientist seeks to understand,
There is evidence of somes sort
A hidden bliss a smile inside,
a moment of analysis.
Notions brought on by previous experiments.
Past failures predict present outcome,
Recent knowledge or estimation?
Emotion links to reason,
Reason negotiates but stands firm,
The scientist is fatigued, his hand lowers.
Body language is lazily interpreted by curious Observer,
Studying this new behaviour.
The professor places his spectacles on,
He sees no other path to take,
He concludes and hypothesises,
This specimen can be learnt from
No more.
Specimen's silence allows flowing thoughts to pervade the mind of the observer and the scientist.
Silence given to the cynicism of life,
the broadened mind
perceived as narrow.
The observer is observed.
Now conciousness changes in the realm of the user experiencing himself.
Self perception, self defense,
Guard is raised,
Gates are closed.
Only water flows through,
Other matter obstructed.
Maiden, Observer, Scientist, Specimen.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
Tick tock tick tock
The seconds hand of the clock
Ceaselessly goes round,
It doesn’t know to stop
As the moments gallop
Stretches time without bound.
Tick tock tick tock
The seconds hand of the clock
Sweeps time without rest,
It doesn’t know to pause
Cannot break the laws
It can’t slow down or haste.
Tick tock tick tock
The seconds hand of the clock
Counts the time in motion,
It moves on ruthless
In a cruel orderliness
With no touch of emotion!
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 5:09 AM UTC
This is Tina, she's my kid sister.
Over there is Joseph and Paul, they are twin siblings, our next door neighbors.
Next to them is Christy, blush she lives two streets down the street.
We are playing WHOT in my house.
Yes, Whot.
It's a card game that most parents won't let their kids play;
My dad included
But he is at work at the moment.
Dad is very strict.
Whenever he is home,
My friends aren't allowed to come over unless we are going to study, and under his supervision.
Suddenly we hear his car honking at the gate,
There's panic and turmoil in the living room.
Whot cards are flying around and empty Oreos packs are being thrown into the trash bag.
Empty juice cups are being taken to be washed in the kitchen.
There's an avalanche in here and the result is orderliness.
By the time dad steps in,
We're all settled around the study table,"reading."
Oh God, no!
There's the 20 Whot card on the table.
Dad has seen it and he is coming over.
He has a scowl on his face and I know that look; we're all getting a good beating.
The last time we were flogged, Tina wet herself.
Dad comes over, he looks at each one of us,
Then in his deep, baritone voice, he asks:
"Have you eaten?"
My shoulders sag,
I am defeated.
Today cant be April fool's day.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 5:36 AM UTC
Lately
I wear matching socks
On my feet
Ending at the ankle
Not at the knee
Where they used to be.
Laundry clean
All dishes sparkling
My apartments pristine
My car windshield bug-free
Not a single fast food wrapper
In the passenger seat
and my gas gauge never falls below
Half empty.
I no longer find enjoyment in
My life mirroring a circus
Everything has a place
And is fully fulfilling its purpose.
Most take my orderliness
As ambitiousness
A testament to
My diligence
When it's simply a need
For my life and mind to be
An antithesis.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
And suddenly, the bed was made!
The windows, gleaming with cleanliness
The clothes hanged well
All in their proper places.
How I wonder how she does it
Keeping things in order as if it's magic
This finesse of orderliness
I cannot seem to mimic.
Our marriage is like that:
Between a pretty damsel and an ogre
She makes a home out of a house
It's hard to imitate her.
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 8:10 PM UTC
DROP THAT SUICIDE IDEA, MY LOVE IS FOR YOU
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
As young as you are and beautiful as you do
You want to **** yourself, why my dear love?
Drop that suicide idea for it’s not godly
It is devilish in origin emanating from the baseness
Of you unguarded consciounsseness
Don’t **** yourself today for tomorrow is yours
Days to come are desperately the protégés
Of the power in your beauty and vastness of your life
It is only today that a snag has popped up in the tumbler of your life
But like foamish bubble it is bound to go, go and leave you free
It is in the wise orderliness of natural reality that you endure today
Challenges, tribulations and trial-some conditions that you are seeing
But my dear queen, accept them all breathe in deep and look yonder
Behold the robust life in your bust in the blessed land
That will nurse plummage of your glory and the helm of your purpose,
Ignore them all that have condemned you to trauma
All of them ignore them, be they whatsoever they are ;
Poverty
Race
Colour
Gender
Tribe
Loss
Mayhem
Deformity
Shame
****
Crime
Love
Disease
Job
Toxic friends
Marriage
Ignore them all, they are only lemonizig you
Because they are not the chief purpose of your life
If you **** yourself because of them
You would have duferishly goofed
Because they are not what you were born for
Your own turf is coming tomorrow
Kindly drop the tools of suicide from your hands
And wait for them they will come tomorrow
It is not far, only one night to come.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
Bring me the sit of citadel diamond
I will sit on it like a king on the throne
We crept in the sea of thoughtfulness
Forgetting that some day the sea can dry off
The sea whistles and reminds us to be focus
Of course focus stand for full commitment,
I will like to remind you about that.
If you don't know, it also brings orderliness
We strife to be focus because
Our usefulness is for the masses
We build our focus on the verge of death
That at some point we won't be afraid to die
Our dreams and aspirations cries out to us
Like a catholic pendulum
We promise the world to hear the bell
I already said it, in patience
My empire like a VLC player
We don't quit till we exceed the volume point.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
AFRICA
I Pondered
What's African
Time.⌚
I came to
realization,
why Africa
is yet
lacking
behind.
Because
there's
no room for
orderliness.
So God
also use
African time
to answer us.
So sad 😔
What a pity
Africa! 😔
Are you
dead or slept
so deeply?
Wake up
now Africa!
Don't be
ignorant...
Alike the
other part of
the world
wake up!
Watch your
children and
their children
with their
children's
children dying.
Hearken now
where you're
laying. Picture
your brethren
growing,
extraordinarily
expanding.
Their
descendants
succeeding,
living happily.
Africa
don't be a
black sheep,
enough you
creep,
African got
to think deep.
Or else there
would be no
sleep
in your eye in
the nearest
future.
Because all
your
untrained kids
wouldn't let
you
rest upon
your peace.
Honesty is the best policies.
Train your child to be honest.
#c9_fm
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC
Women
Inequality
No one likes
Rightness
No one likes
Orderliness
Ancient concepts of truth,
balance, order,
harmony, law,
morality, and justice,
touched the point,
and the pyramid floor
I will wear my ostrich feathers,
with truth
Regulate the stars, seasons,
and the actions of mortals
Order from chaos
From the moment of creation,
my art wings,
were authentically replicated
The key of the nile,
is ancient and sacred
© 2023 Carol Natasha Diviney
May 28, 2023
May 28, 2023 at 6:56 AM UTC
I was the perfect bore
Grace that with diligent perfections
I understood orderliness in all situations
It was all about getting to the right stage
So I staged my whole life on a career platform
Until you came,you led me to a different path
Showed me the strength in imperfections
Guide me to the beauty in making mistakes
The light beckons in me
So I see the ray of light in every darkness
It all started with a spark
Sparkled by the glittering mirth
Fueled by the unperturbed emotions
Lightened by your touches and kisses
As I navigate my hands through your body
Feeling all the indentations and the curves in the right modifications
The touch of my lips,rested on the most sensitive part of your body
Burn all the sense in me to absolute nonsense
In that nonsense flame,I 'm filled with strange convictions
you set a static life into motion
Suddenly a strange sound came into place
And that the sound of my alarm
Woke me up into reality
What a sadistic way to end a moment of brilliance
A strange desire
Just for you
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC
My few achromatic
feelings!!
I think I will lose my world if
I forget about you!
Come inside my lamenting
heart!
O romanticist!
My heart shed tears like separation
needs the higher latitude and
the season needs the quality of
warmth which can adequately
embrace this distressed heart!
Basically, it is beauteous that
there is no orderliness required
to limn the capacity for emotions.
However, the thoughtfulness is revived!
-My arrivederci to you!
Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 8:09 AM UTC
A quite hangs in the air
Like a soft mist envelope
Streams of light flow intermittently
Why do I return
What brings me back to this place
I long to be reacquainted
Solitude brings great solace
Greet me old friend
With your tranquil rows
Orderliness unparalleled
I am humbled by your symmetry
Calm uniformity dances in the morning light
Saying goodbye is always difficult
I will keep this brave face
May this world reward you with peace
I will return soon
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 12:50 PM UTC