BlahhhhhhG: on OCDers, Formatting, and Poetry

I'm not liking that I cannot customize my poetry.  

Much of my poetry is also expressed visually in how I lay out the words, the colors, fonts, etc.  Apparently, this blogger utility is not able to accomodate such details.  In fact, I can't even put extra spaces/tabs in without the program deleting them. I've put some poetry "out there" sans this formatting, but it's really starting to bother me.  /sigh

Anyway, to my (2...lol) followers:  please forgive all the posts, deletes, and reposts if you're getting notices as I try to sort this out!

Thank you.

~The Management

The Door

Sedition and the State of Life

"What manner of life is this," I ask,
"That entreats Wisdom without
Experience?"

"Death It is.
Death:
to Honor; to Piety;
to Justness and Propriety; and
yet Vile
Not to Self."

What is Valorous ceases
to exist in the animation of the
Living Dead:
afraid of Accountability's burden.
lazy reasoning.
unkempt Existence.

Numb to Their own reality:
slumbering unto Their demise,
They are deaf to deliberation...
but not otherwise
Dumb.

Celebration

Skyshine Sundrop
SPLASH!
Green Tickle-top
YellowCRASH!

Toes stained
happy-day green
Frolicking giggles on
twilight’s eve

Fragrant sounds of children’s eyes,
Sparkling voices as eve draws nigh

Calming whispers in breeze-caressed ears:
Cricket bells ring
Brook’s gentle singing
telling the tale of bedtime near

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