Best Ablutions Poems
A future world rule by Trillionaires and Billionaires
Each country with segments of puppet regime governments,
With exceptions of course,
The drug lords the cartel those with the power
And the glory to hold what they consider theirs,
They will be the enemy, and will be a constant
Thorn in the side of the establishment.
A world where every citizen registered
At birth and death, as always, the way,
Now a blink in the cell of a hand device,
Where to veer off, constitutes a written warning
Threatening one’s employment a system
Of points and reviews. Twenty years of age,
One is introduced to a multitude of choice,
Law enforcement, United Nations, battle hard platoon,
Ablutions cleaners, Spies and Reapers, alas,
Those over educated with self-righteousness
Seen as a threat, with re-education, to aid
Choose the right path. The system will know
And will have its way, even woke, on a long chain
Will have its day, when only one-sided opinions
Are set in law, therefore, easy to dictate the terms
Of one’s life. Yet if to conform, there will be no
Slippery slopes, humans, like colonies of ants, their purpose
Granted from the throne of insatiable grandeur,
Childhood once a foundation, where one found happiness,
Education now the way to the day of recognition.
If by chance, to live with one’s flexible opinions,
Those that somehow bypass, the system, will become
The hunted until ridiculed, outlawed, then to wither
As autumn leaves, windblown proud foliage will decay,
When minds forced to cast out truthful innuendoes,
Those, embedded in hearts and minds of fallible man, his ideal’s
Firmly fixed, of earthly struggles. Once weaken,
A blend within the unwelcoming stigma of standard deviation,
Those making policy from man’s inconsequential plight,
To decompose, the humus of society to clutter the gutter,
Until the arrival of the Street Cleaners!
© Harry J Horsman 2023
Categories:
ablutions, social, society,
Form:
Free verse
The first is like an imaginary vision;
a tiny apparition, in three quick flashes.
The landing, one sip, then disappearing,
sweet fairy wren.
Then, there is the brazen, full, plop of the Currawong;
raucous, self proclaiming
with flapping ablutions
and on exit, stealing one
of the floating silk lilies.
Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
ablutions, allegory, bird, garden,
Form:
Free verse
Subtle beak peeks, blowing through a reef’s ostentatiousness
Emerging from dark impervious depths, the need to breathe
Adept adaptation caught between the blues and greens of aqua
Turtle spins in shelly quagmire where the sea and land consort
Ungainly gravity adheres, sands rasp of birth or death juju
Raking flippers grasp a slow, staid, trek, back to the water
Tortuous adversities unwind in the airy world fraught
Leaving ablutions of the ocean with its weightless thrill
Emptied gasps fill, descending once more, to polish its brown mottle
(2/16/2021)
Categories:
ablutions, allusion,
Form:
Sijo
Pain and Rain
On a wet, spring day
Branches drip loneliness.
Sunbeams stream gentleness
Pain and rain stain the soul.
Distance separates.
Ablutions wash winter's grime.
Absolution is near.
Categories:
ablutions, baptism, forgiveness, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Wilamena’s Wish
Crouching in the corner is a very dirty place,
I’ve dust all in my hair and an awfully grubby face.
I haven’t done you any harm please let me on my way,
I’ll go past very quickly, don’t stamp on me today
Your stature is enormous, yet I’m so very small,
I fail to understand why you’re scared of me at all.
I’d like to stroll and stretch my legs and socialize with friends,
Discuss the weather, politics or the latest fashion trends.
Take time with my ablutions, dry beneath the sun,
Sip Pimms out in the open, oh wouldn’t it be fun
Not to have to rush around to scurry and to flea,
It would be very, very grand if you weren’t scared of me.
My appearance is distasteful it’s not the one I’d choose,
I’d be graceful, oh so elegant with eyes of baby blue.
But instead I’m big and ugly with way too many legs,
Living life in crevices, eating flies and spinning webs.
Don’t misunderstand me I’m proud of who I am,
I just wish I could find a way to coexist with man.
Heather Buxton December 9th 2014
Blank Verse
Categories:
ablutions, animal, character, children,
Form:
Rhyme
Wow, a 2nd camping trip,
Now please don’t flip,
How on earth did I agree,
After the snake and me,
My husband asked so nicely,
And explained precisely
Where we would go,
Not to the bush,
Where a snake lay in ambush!
So hitched up our boat,
To take to Loskop dam
It was the Easter weekend,
Campers began to descend,
We arrived it was almost night,
Hubby sent up our 5 star camp site,
Started our braai late,
Which was to be my embarrassing fate!
We ate heartily and enjoyed
A cariff of wine,
During our campsite dine.
Time for a shower,
Take note of our campsite number
Hubby said, for they all look alike
At night,
And please take this empty
Bottle and fill it with water.
Showered, filled the bottle,
Nervous, had to find the ablutions
in the dark,
Carrying a full bottle that looked like wine,
I got strange looks, wanted to scream
It isn’t mine,
And in any case,
This bottle has no wine!
Each camp site looked the same,
To find my husband was my only aim!
It was an embarrassing situation,
All I felt was a feeling of desolation!
Thought each Range Rover was ours,
I might as well have been on Planet Mars,
It felt as if I had been away hours!
Had not even taken my phone
Had to stop at a camp side and asked
If I could please loan
Their cell to make a call,
That is when I tripped and had a fall,
I called my husband in tears,
He realized immediately what had happened,
Which was one of his fears,
Came and helped me up,
As he was only two camp sites away,
It was my pride that was hurt,
Especially when a passing camper began to flirt,
This was going to be my last camping trip ever,
I exclaimed to hubby, a little pert!
Categories:
ablutions, boat,
Form:
Rhyme
There's two of me, but only one of you,
So can I please use your hands to see me through?
As my invisible person in a group of five or more,
Having no mandate to boast, control or score.
Will you watch me multipy whilst I thrive?
And question that rude, domineering carers' hive,
Where the bossy claim to know and be in control,
To see them leave to steer their own precious bowl?
Oh care manager! Will you let me define?
My invisible person, without my family line?
'Cos she is my motion and my engine of ablutions,
By which I drive my ambitions, with intentions.
Categories:
ablutions, body, care, caregiving, conflict,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
OSAMA
Obdurate Sadistic abductor as Machiavellian now abashed
Senseless Saboteur with Sabre sword,
Ablutions of wickedness as apology from vagrant
Mercy and peace mixed fleetingly against unprovoked America and the innocents
Abomination of true God explained as religion, hatred, wickedness, murders, and Jihad
Bin
Bigots brewing bestial behaviors before innocent kids,
Inoculated ideas of incorrigible iconoclast and unlettered extremist
Namby-pamby in acts of cruelty, yet, not man enough to face the consequence
Laden
Laden, lackluster, laggard, languid, despising better option
Abnormal spiritual schizophrenia and hallucination
Doctrinal heresies and contradictions shaming Islamic scholars
Exposing the fallibility of the questionable renown “Sacred book of blood and wars”
Now convince us again, that you bring Peace, Love or seek the Prince of Peace
Categories:
ablutions, angst, religion, satire, peace,
Form:
Burlesque
Dark as a demon, but with the soul of
an angel, he's a Portuguese Water
Dog who's never been to sea, but, as
he oughta, he loves water, and highly
proprietary when you're watching
TV, downtime is shared, so it's his paw
on your foot, or else it's his head.
Morning ablutions, one leg in the air,
he waters a thicket, which wakes up a
cricket who begins to sing. The world
is his lavatory. Noblesse Obligatory.
It's a Water Dog thing.
for my granddog...
Categories:
ablutions, family, water, water,
Form:
Ballad
'We' you and i
drink not from same water,
But in ablutions
We prepared in spring
For a beautiful day
Have you ever had a dream
Tell me, if yes
In whispering- hold my head
I know soon, they will get jealous
Ibasepe- is not in our dictionary
Ti nba ti mo, we speak not,
Let the love flows
Osun- so ngbo.
Categories:
ablutions, angel, baptism, celebration, cute
Form:
ABC
How to take a leak
Marcel felt quite an urge when he set out to purge understanding of how to when
we view misconceptions of who is taking the piss now never thereafter and then
A fountain trickling urinal porcelain pissoir on display impressed me no doubt in
treacherous confusion of images since relief in museums constitutes phallic sin
When streams of revisionist consciousness meet with surreal ‘truth’ of ablutions
seeming paradoxes cleanse body and mind in contextual and continent solutions
A fragmented human condition does not improve with rigid caged in perceptions
in which mindless dogma clearly resists benefits of antiauthoritarian disinfection
Are glass ceilings real are vessels of thought and flush toilets congested or empty
do ivory towers reveal liberation and freedom achieve status of fully cognoscenti
Nothing what it seems is Duchamp's message in a showcase of lavatorial pride
colonising minds need disclosure critique confrontation urinating against the tide
When cognition feeling and action with knowledge have reached full critical vision
I reach for a fountain pen so whether this is a poem or not remains your decision
16th May 2017
Categories:
ablutions, art,
Form:
Couplet
I recollect we would,encircling a fire,congregate
Brew tea and pregnant stories of ancient time narrate
My grandpa would hours during nonstop preach
The inestimable merits of Dawn prayer and teach
Deserting wintry bedstead and its comfort
Cleansing,doing ablutions and to the masjid resort
Yet would hibernate and for a while snore
Something the hapless,antiquated elder imploded to account for
Instead on the blasphemous devil blast it
Spurn to avoid his assailable limit
Professing satan has peed in his ear
Portending any if to his alibi doesn't adhere
God is merciful and our flaws does tolerate
Gran dad's motto is only spank and flagellate.
Categories:
ablutions, family,
Form:
Free verse
I seethe with livid rage within the bowels of my being
when sitting upon the porcelain goddess ample defecation doth cling
immediately triggering an internal self hatred
charge of body electric to signal an inaudible ding
though a figurative lid
kept atop unrelenting, toil letting, and smoldering, red hot poker anger
withering vocalizing heard all the way to Ewing
informing high pitched emergency siren intended for catastrophes
to generate ear splitting ring,
which Soundcloud echoes continued re:verb burr ray ting
trying utmost effort to keep wretched loathing sans soft excrement
(I.e. unformed rectal waste matter) spewing within bit torrent cheek
this psychotic cannery going cook coo
to sublimate **** angst inducing mental tipping point asper this freak
whose ultra bizarre psychic affect from other than a solid turd
doth seem overly absurd, which anonymous reader reaction
may find this more difficult to decipher than speaking Greek,
but thy neurotic posterior predilection qua rear,
or what crap emanates from buttocks generates a peak
into the off kilter mind scape of this bottom of the bowl Sheik
finding myself going berserk and weak
in the high knee, where blasting acrimonious derriere glowing jolt
would be typical of schizoid personality dis odor dolt
whose exultant, copious ablutions (against mine excretory system)
gives anyone whose eyes espy this tragicomical frenzy to bolt
perhaps wondering if a soft padded sonic boom encased room
most suitable for this bay bee boo moor adult
whose coping mechanism to bear with me peculiar mental drek
somewhat flushed out this beastie boy via writing poetry, and heck
with these mailer daemons, finding refuse in the noggin of this smart a 'leck
within which these highland imps
resembling fifty plus blank shades of gray matter if ye did in speck
the cerebral cortex of this pooped out scribe riding an ass a nine trek.
Dire rhea
spurs intent for permanent vacation – not just brief hiatus via see ya
yea...ache kin to the grim reaper that stole eva or Zsa Zsa
Gabor - hungry for every mortal.
Categories:
ablutions, anger, angst, body, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-One
Meantime the Faithful gathered for prayer sans delusions
His Holiness excused himself for the usual ablutions --
The Commandant backtracked to an official car for pow-wow --
Lights dimmed as indoor lights were turned on for inspections
Starch stiff blue-black uniforms and sleek arms rallied round the mosque
Throttled roads with dark coaches and cars loomed rocambolesque
The sullen force trudged in from the east over Her matted tresses
Town and national route entrances choked with armour and lock
Within the hour as prayer murmur surged up to the dome
Polished cars of expensive make gathered as pious gnome
On sidewalks banks driveways all roadways had chockfull become
Till even the national route alongside to standstill succumb
His Holiness at the forefront of flock strode out in regalia
While all around the standing blocks rose faithful echolalia:
“Our Lord Master of Security bids us thus announce:
In the Name of the People: Habeas Corpus inter alia
“On Sha’ban 27, 1431 A. H. mentions
This writ one miscreant ‘Omar’ given to calculations…”
“STOP!” declaimed the Imam, “I have to proceed with chour!”
And thus turned on his heels to lead the congregations.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
ablutions, allegory,
Form:
Rubaiyat
he was making so much turbulence
that he needed windbreaker trousers
his farting more than gas from cheeks
but a fluid blown attack on decency
and common sense in torrential times
full of ..it he let go off all inhibition
and called himself the master of buzz
rose in the polls floated on hot air
mixed with the debris of foul thoughts
but no sweet talking diluted the fact
that indigestion or flatulence amounted to
piles of insufferable hatred and contempt
and the dung heap of his rancid utterances
were never far from the bum end of reason
semantics may cover up irritating smells
rhetoric designs unpalatable euphemisms
distinguished figures of speech propaganda
pretend to be perfume instead of vile stench
but ablutions in dereliction of dubious duty
corrupt even the meaning of four-letter words
when the revolution came and solid walls
of social injustice were filled with excrement
racist homophobic sexist slurs and other
malfunctions of power and marginalization
they gave him the benefit of benevolent doubt
inserted a plug into his mouth and his anus
gave him gloves loo roll and disinfectant
made him a senior lavatory attendant and
the chance for redemption as sluice sink
for his and his followers’ self-righteous stench
when conscience becomes one major fart
a diet of reason and equity will rebalance
who is the latrine and who cleans the mess
29th September 2021
Categories:
ablutions, anger,
Form:
Free verse