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1 Perfection
Perfection in the words that we write.
Endeavouring to sound oh so trite
Reasonable sounds, our wit then abounds
For publication or perusal, or a look.
Each of us competing for her crown.
Create our own little ditties around
To look urbane, or even witty
In all that we do, to become pithy
On paper or magnetic
New better poets are relatively few.
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A circle is perfect
perfectly round
It’s infinitely circular
no alpha or omega
mathematically precise
except for endless pi
In nature circles abound
straight lines do not
See the sun and moon
the pupil and water-bead
The circle is
surely man’s first symbol
simple genius of the wheel
most efficient building ratio
mysterious in crops
and ancient in stone
The immaculate zero
will always remain
In any chosen direction
the circle is perfection.
3 The Perfect Plan
Jesus Christ , she gets on his tits
though at first he admits
that he loved her to bits
it’s got worse over the years but
he gets used to it, turns a deaf ear
to the constant nagging, then
she decides to move the old-bag in
and he gets it in stereo
What to do? He doesn’t know
then has an idea and suddenly
everything is clear, won’t be cheap
might cost him dear, that doesn’t matter
he won’t shed a tear
he smiles, now a happy man
he just thought up
the perfect plan.
4 They Didn't Know They Were Robots
We love them like kids,
boot them up when
they sleep through alarms,
tidy the system leaks
diagnostics fail to pinpoint,
make frantic run-time changes
when they threaten to kill us
and can't escape the loop
no matter how often we press their buttons.
When we shut them down at night
and they question their perfect conception,
we explain about FedEx Home Deliveries
and they tell us they love us
wrap their metal arms around us
and we can pretend the light
in their eyes doesn't fade, doesn't die.
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Perfection is humility in reverse;
Like gardening on your knees,
praying in or to the dirt
as if the perfect seed will ruffle forth
like bristling ferns curdled with repetition
so do the seeds that yield greatness.
6 Perfect Footing
Dew flashes back sparkly
bits of sky, finally, maybe
we see around people
in the way, holding on to us.
Of course we have held on
to less, and to better.
A man stumbles,
rights himself. I look back,
smile, we make it to the clouds.
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The children are all asleep
and all that’s left is you and me,
the dog sleeping at our feet
and an unopened bottle of wine
as we watch the salmon-pink sun settle in the west,
hear the pigeon’s coo-coo coo coo-coos overhead,
sending us to sleep.
8 Baise Moi
Whisper the word ‘perfect’
and see a cupid’s bow
cleft in pucker
to kiss things better,
buss congratulations
or commiserations,
print lipstick on love letters
or pout come hither
and blow soft breaths
on collar bones and necks.
9 On This Night of Merry Dancers
Light flickers against fresh snow
flames lick high, crackle logs
and spit conversation
by the highland campfire
where wrapped in our sheepskin jackets
we stamp boots to warm chill-nipped toes,
toast smores, count stars,
read moon clouds and wait
for the Northern Lights show.
10 Euphonics
Tingle-raised goosebumps
make tiny hairs
dance in shivered ecstasy.
Music sneaks under the skin
and travels deep within
finding a place to stir
an excitable harmony
pulsing in ears and loins.
Choon!
11 Perfect Day
Giggles, good food
in the company of friends
and family, crazy as they are,
a good deed done
without expectation of return,
more giggles from tickles
my three year old squeals
delight, peace, sleep.
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