Best Calgon Poems
EMOTIONLESS
By morning wake
When the light in my face
I'm reminded of your disgrace!
How can I do this to myself?
How do I wish Calgon would take me away?
Will I ever wake like the melody of the Blue Jay?
What am I suppose to do?
Shut myself down from this misery?
Emotionless, because I am too weak to be strong
It's my fault for inviting
-he that dropped my heart from cloud nine
Well, I have nothing else to say.
Except, "life has no meaning, and here I am GONE!"
Emotionless
SKAT
~I don't need, In case you haven't heard~
I don't need to strip for no crown, unless you desire large breast
Casarah, there's no need to be deluded by money hungry psychics,
Reading leaves from a tea cup, a misguided fortune of bribes
Can't you see satin gold already streams through my veins
It's not about wanting it bad or how low I would go
I don't need to threaten you or order dominoes
Never would I clean or do your chores,
Rather, I bet you look good dressed as a French Maid
Cleaning and writing around the beauty of everything
Forget the honorable mention, I want first place
This is your week, blank out the pretenders, fakers and haters
They will never have your back once the contest close
As for me, you've been on my dinner plate, since day one
I don't need a grammar base pen, rhyme pattern to win
What I got is hotter, by far the best rates on everything
I don't need Jan to be my friend, Andrea, to address me with a hello
What I have is satisfaction and loyalty everywhere I go.
I got flaws hotter than the sun, strutting my stuff just for you
No need to scratch my back, what we need is a back massage for two
Calgon will give us the youth Greek Gods can't top in 60 seconds
Unwrap yourself from Broken vines, it's time you deal with--
a moon as gold as every word you ever poured from your pen
Let's enjoy the Groveling moon, together we can enslave and take control
You don't need a genie lamp, you are worth more than diamonds and pearls
Together we can toss that lamp back into the Silent of the shadows
Before, greed becomes a misery --- Casarah darling
I got to admit 1,000.000.000 dollars sounds decent
Too bad, Michael's check bounced before it had a chance
Together let's take these sweet little bribes and make the world of it
Flip the bird, burn down all abandon houses
Built another strong community, wait, something is amiss!
Someone owes a gambling debt, coming to you with casino chips
Casarah, I'm not trying to please your mind, or give voice to my bride
I don't NEED to give what you already earn in your honest way
What I want is to win, no attorney needed - I rest my case
Love the Poet Destroyer
What does this mean?
Could it be from within
your soul relaxin
as you read the line
that flow from my pen?
Oh to have the gift
to give all comfort
and joy as I write
I am a calgon poet.
Make your minds drift so far away
from all the worries of your day
as you read about a sunny day
or love to be someday.
To give your heart peace
as you read the poems of love
and comfort in God's peace.
I let my light for life
shine like a beacon to see
in the sea of life.
M.B. thought given to me by friend P.D.
These 4 walls
She stares with those big brown eyes
glazing over from the images
of a square fantasy world
Mentally masturbating the oozing
daydream droplets which swim
upstream along radio waves
This is her escape from a reality hidden
behind locked doors of depravity where
hushed family secrets is her gravity
From his nightly hands crawling over pastel
speckled bed sheets with no restraint creeping
into her bedroom as she cries so faint
While Momma sails adrift on that sinking ship
Methamphetamine, she becomes this pedophile’s
little slave sex fiend
Perhaps calgon can take her away to from these
Stained four walls closing in on this ill fated girl,
trapped inside her own American Idol swirl
Her different strokes are the beats of her feet that pass
by prostitute row towards school parks is the only yellow
brick road of Oz that she knows
So she prays to this electric god to spin her
into a wonder woman who flies thru cloudless skies
in an invisible jet to hide her in disguise
Because here in this space she has no tears for fears
or shouts with whispered pouts because here in this space
she plays in a little house on the prairie guarded by a digital fairy
But Alice is lost in this mirror less wonderland with no salvation
and hiding behind plastic LCD screens with pixels bouncing
To reality shows illumination decantation
For Arian
Form:
As she envisions boarding the plane,
she whoops a big hooray,
but then she's quickly back to earth,
realizing all the bills to pay…
Her dream vacation is to one day
see the sights and sounds of London,
but for now she'll have to settle
for some bathwater filled with Calgon!
wanna lay down with you
go to the island again and again
become lost in the atlantic breeze of stillness and delight
enjoy the fact that someone genuinely enjoys the pleasure of my company
allow care to sleep soundly
focus of the self instead
let the warmth of your soft flash stimulate me to brass section thoughts
admire the view and let it be my everlasting calgon
ideas do gymnastics in my head
plans to make it happen cut flips and and all the rest of the fancy jazz
appreciation, thanks and praise replace rhythmic stroking
something deeper at every angle of the island
puts us to sleep and wakes us up fully refreshed and refueled
I began to panic, but it was gone just as quick as it began.
I listend to there mumbo jumbo, while inside there words made me laugh,
the irony that i needed these people to do nothing more,
then repeat what I had just spent four days reading before.
I remember feeling anger, these people where talking about my child!
!
When they where done, they shook our hands,
telling us both it would be ok,
Did they expect me to believe them?
The ride home was better, then what had been worse just hours before,
I could tell we both needed to cry, and not that I could see,
if she did, because all I could do was stair into nothing.
I know I was being selfish not telling her we would get through this,
I guess because I needed someone to tell me,
but neither of us spoke the words.
And again I wonderd why I couldnt cry.
The night passed on, most of which I cant remember,
about two a.m. everyone was in bed,
I grabbed the envelope that they had given us,
it was so heavy from the papers,
how could this be when hes only three?
I rolled my joint, and ran some water,
wishing that man had something simular,
like the girly stuff calgon take me away.
I lit my joint and started to read,
and not long before I realized,
that everything they are saying that makes you autistic,
is everything I love most about you.
And finely I cryed, I just couldnt stop,
tho im sure I didnt want to,
so into this emotion I gave in.
I cryed and cryed, for two hours
I just .....let go,
all by myself inside that tub.
And in a calming way, I felt older
and strangly healed, my perspective had changed.
for the first time I believed it was going to be ok.
Simply just by being proud, that my son is autistic,
gave me a strength i never knew I had.
And again I wonderd if Kim had felt this way,
and I realized what I had lost.
And I had to ask,
Is this what it means to grow up?
Form:
walking toward my dream
there is nothing like the feeling
the refreshing breeze of it all feels so nice
i have healed cuts, scars, and abrasions all for this momentous few days away from reality
it is here where i rejoice in the Glory of the Lord
it is here where i mostly feel the Reward of His Blessing
the sand is my Church
the ocean is my Lord and Savior
the vibe itself is like fellowship cool and soothing
settling in the center of my dream
i allow the crashing waves to be my calgon
If you do a little housework every day
Then on the weekend you’ll have time to play
A housewife s work is never done
Working from morning to setting sun.
Sweeping, dusting and mopping, always moving
And never stopping.
Washing clothes and ironing too
So many things that you must do.
Then the cooking and doing the dishes
Picking up in back of the kids and feeding the fishes.
Then trying to look pretty for when your husband gets home
So at your tired appearance he won’t throw stones.
Then when your day is through, a CALGON bath is what you do.
(Calgon take me away)
Just lying in the tub to unwind, and in another hour you’ll be fine.
The comfort of your bed is looking so good
And you’re wondering if you should.
Then your husband has that gleam in his eye
And you’re hoping that he doesn’t try.
Then the comment was all it took, of how good you always look.
Then he holds you in his arms and releases all his charms
And makes all your aches and pains go away
And this ends the housewife s day.
© L. RAMS 032515
My pet dragon Calgon lives in a lair.
He comes when I summon - if I dare.
Standing motionless except long flowing hair.
Over and over again I find myself there.
Caught by the trappings of the wizards snare.
The price of the ticket or passenger fare.
Leaving me breathless and worse for the wear.
Calgon approaches so courageous and unscared.
Giving me a knowing and hypnotizing stare.
Then announces his presence with a resounding blare.
As he trumpets his weapon with a fiery air.
Down goes the enemy with all their wares.
Trespassers should heed warning and so beware.
There will be no mercy - Calgon never plays fair.
When all is said and done I'm left very aware.
No one will quite understand our love affair.
Or how his loyalty and warmth are beyond compare.
Wrapping me up tight in his protective care.
Promising there is no more danger wielding despair.
So matters not to me no one else is actually there.
Calgon is always waiting for me at the top of those stairs.
©written by Scarlett Sepulvado Anderson 3/13/2016
Calgon couldn’t take me away from this
not only was Calgon on our TV
it’s what mother always told me and sis
she wasn’t happy until she was free
if Calgon wasn’t in the tub at all
me and my sister would know Ajax was
she’d be using Ajax having a ball
on the weekends she came home with a buzz
that was back in her polka dancing days
her days of soaking in Calgon gone too
I know she misses the tub on weekdays
sadly mom thinks I belong in a zoo
I don’t see my mom much now by my choice
my mother has always ignored my voice
The day started out on a low note,
with the clouds moving in,
as I got out of bed
and my daily grind did begin,
used to the sunshine
and not so much cloudiness,
I looked at the weather channel,
and they predicted it right,
with raindrops falling on my head,
and having only pessimistic thoughts,
the atmosphere being dark and dismal,
wishing tomorrow I could soon retire
and turn 66,
got to work in the usual way,
with the retina scanning clock
having yet another field day,
denying my face and eyes
and not recognizing me,
you would think that overnight,
I had some kind of plastic surgery,
how I longed for the old time clock,
and how much easier it used to be,
then being short of help
in our receiving department,
had to pick up the pace and slack,
to make the adjustment,
labeling and slinging boxes of meds most of the day,
sometimes I seriously longed for calgon to take me away,
and still later my r f gun acted up
as I pulled that afternoons orders,
and being on productivity,
it made me a lot slower,
then my boss showed me an order
that apparently got messed up,
telling me to be more careful,
to be more on my toes,
Oh how I longed for the clock
to make its tick tock go faster,
feeling like the day
was nothing short of a disaster,
and finally at 6:30 pm
I left feeling worse for the weary,
feeling like an expendable middle aged Dorothy,
with someone chasing after my Toto,
just feeling down on my luck,
but not quite like being in a tornado,
with my preoccupied thoughts,
the workday finally ended on a high note,
while on my drive home
as I spied in the distance
one of God's beautiful rainbows.
It's been one of those days
I need a holiday
Calgon take me away
To some tropical place
With palm trees swaying
To some reggae playing
I'm dreaming Jamaica
Thinking I'll make
A fast getaway
Jamaica's the place
Where they don't know my face
And no one knows my name
An island paradise
All the people so nice
Just like sugar and spice
There's a guy on a Harley
He looks like Bob Marley
Hey, so does that other guy
In Montego Bay
We'll be slipping away
To a hideaway
You won't believe
There's bar in a tree
A perfect getaway
It's been one of those days
I need a holiday
Calgon take me away
To some tropical place
With palm trees swaying
To some reggae playing
I'm dreaming Jamaica
Thinking I'll make a
Fast getaway
Jamaica's the place
Where they don't know my face
And no one knows my name
About a world away
I'm here hauling freight
Up Dakota way
There's no island stream
Just a blizzard scene
Across the interstate
It's minus eight
And it's getting late
Paradise must wait
There's a Super Eight
They say their Continental
Breakfast is great
It's been one of those days
I need a holiday
Calgon take me away
To some tropical place
With palm trees swaying
To some reggae playing
I'm dreaming Jamaica
Thinking I'll make a
Fast getaway
Jamaica's the place
Where they don't know my face
And no one knows my name
Copyright 2012.
there are days when fresh air and calgon just can't take you away
there are times when you just have to take it all like a grown up
there are days when you wanna be big ole baby and just clench yourself to the covers
there are instances when you wanna use the alarm as your punching bag
in a dream, the last day of your last day has come to fruition
in a dream, the new beginning that you have prayed for endlessly is now a reality
in a dream, the lottery has rung the doorbell of your life and set you free
in a dream, you finally get that class A and plan your road trip out
then you wake up, and the same scenery drives you crazy again
then you wake up, and you remember that you need to ride to work starting today
then you wake up, and little riley has ballet class and little joseph is in a play
then you wake up, and you remember to give God Thanks and Praise for another day of life to do it all
When I was young I had a bad temper.
As mean as a dog you could not make me whimper.
Fighting back then was more like a game.
Even when you fought you were friends just the same.
Something to do to test your skills.
To see who was best in this battle of wills.
A fisticuff thing that was all done in fun.
No one ever got so mad they went for a gun.
At football games there was much rivalry.
A fight maybe two then you would walk away and just let it be.
The idol back then had to be James Dean.
Them old pointed toed shoes with our hair slicked back that was making the
scene.
A nickel bottle of pop with two straws I can picture it all.
Cruising the town with a carload of kids oh what a ball.
I remember when telephones had letters instead of numbers in their prefixes.
Remember when you got sent to the principles office to get licks?
Remember when you just got am radio and 45s was a record?
Oh , Calgon take me back, what about the Bird is a Word?
Penny loafers, if you wanted to date you had to talk with the girl’s father,
Slipping in to the drive-in in the trunk of a car, a bar of candy was a nickel.
This has got to be continued