Best Clean Sweep Poems
Muse’s raging fire burns,
though it’s time to sweep
out her attic; to make changes.
Her attic is full of silvery webs;
time to clear them away;
new ideas, must be born.
The act of being re-born,
makes the creative fires burn.
The old must be cleared away;
given a good sweep.
Clear out the musty cob webs
and create your changes.
Every single new born,
comes to this world of change;
they weave their little corner web,
of progress of which, their passion burns.
This great creative sweep;
clears the dirt and scraps away.
Muse flies away
on the winds of change.
Muse’s wings, sweep
the skies and new ideas are born.
Her passion fire burns
best, when free of old stale webs.
Cob webs and spider webs
are all gone away.
Creative fire burns;
spread by the winds of change.
Come and be reborn;
within a self-expressive sweep.
The sacred sweep,
removes all webs,
to make room for newborns.
Sweep away;
create your changes,
with soul-fire’s holy burn.
Make your clean sweep; be reborn.
Weave new webs, with the power of change.
Just fire your ideas away and watch the after burn.
sheltered beneath doom
straw dust evading the broom...
swirling thunders boom
go spot no spot stop
light is red now green I scream
dashing in and out
a clean sweep he lifts and bounce
tail wagging his ball retrieved
T Reams
Volcanic spat and gracefully fleeing,
clawing free from cloying breath.
Flame and fire, bolt and thunder
Lofty pride puffs its wheezing lungs.
Pumice stone, hiss possessed,
Soar and tumble, spew and tremble,
pyroclastic gush, clean sweep scrapes
Its hellish gush claws the land.
As pumice specks float on layers new,
Tumble- turn- spin, climbs to climes.
Clouded cold as tears cling to specks,
And weighted grief drags them down.
Freefalling grace and rainbow hewn,
Falling to destruction and soft explosions.
They assault the growling beauty beast,
As its serpents hiss rages at rest.
Coal face
disgrace
Bad vibes
from tribes
Dark art
at heart
Big deal
surreal
Uptight
yeah right
Sky high
my eye
Who knew
boohoo
My god
that’s odd
not half
a laugh
High five
alive
Stock phrase
daft craze
Buzz word
absurd
Smart tek
brain wreck
Sour pus
missed bus
High horse
off-course
Slow coach
cockroach
Big cheese
feels squeeze
Sore thumb
by gum
Hells bells
death knells
Fast lane
Insane
Bored stiff
with gif
Calm down
you clown
Joe soap
might cope
John dough
skid row
Jackpot
great scott
Long run
such fun
Clean sweep
knee deep
Bon mot
for show
Quick quip
takes dip
False dawn
a yawn
Created and posted : 10th October 2022 for Brian Strand contest
The cross is a symbol of your love and it burns like a flame burning away our pain and shame your word is igniting a new flame, you're always on the rise and taking us to higher heights, shining bright like the stars in the sky your word is full of truth and there is nothing that we can't do, our hearts are filled with you and the good news, your presence feels so sweet when we encounter you we feel at peace, we're only living for you and you can provide us with a clear view our dreams are coming true, your always supporting us like real friends do, we are complete in you nothing can ever change that, You're the vine that provides us with all that we need, we are connected like the branches on a tree no matter where we are you will be right there to catch us when we fall
Take our old lives and ignite your life
In Jesus we have eternal life
We have the Holy Spirit burning within our chest, changing lives and igniting us with your life today's the day we come alive our hearts burn with passion on the inside, your love can not be contained we want to embrace in your presence and see your face lit up like the sun there's nowhere to run, no need to hide we're filled with your power on the inside, and nothing can knock us down spread your kingdom like wildfire for everyone to see and clean out our hearts with a clean sweep work through us to help those in need and bring peace so they can live worry free, you will always be right by our side like a coach from the sideline, building us up not tearing us down and encouraging us to lift our heads up off the ground, we have the victory there's no contradicting that like the fact that the sun causes nature to react
Take our old lives and ignite your life
In Jesus we have eternal life
Our hearts overflow
Of living water fill us up,
Fill us up, fill us up (repeat)
Take our old lives and ignite your life
In Jesus we have eternal life
Land of In-Between
Let me take you on a journey, to the land of In-Between,
In reality it doesn’t exist, but yet so often, have I been.
Natural Blue skies and Crystal-clear waters, reflecting translucent light,
Sounds of nature, unpolluted and clean, perfect by day and by night.
The Land of In-Between is a kind of Meditation,
Like a mind in Twilight, neither awake, nor asleep.
A catnap, a daydream, relaxed and rested,
Time to clear your head, an emotional clean sweep.
Enjoy the moment, enjoy the calm,
Before dreams take over, reprising turmoil.
Tomorrow will bring another long day,
Rat Race, Madness, Grunge and pointless toil.
An officer in his car patrolling the streets
Protecting the city while it sleeps
But be advised, there is one
Whose deviant acts are never done
Do not think they cannot see
The treasures that belong to the loved ones of thee
They wait for the most unexpected time
To carry out their egotistical crime
Then comes a loud bang that brings you sheer fright
You are asleep at home, in the middle of the night!
You are scared and you wonder ‘What is there to do?’
Call that lone officer, he will come to you
When the officer arrives, the criminal is concealed
But this is the specialty in the officer’s field
He makes sure that the citizen is safe and secure
And to make sure no injury or trauma was endured
The officer calls for backup, but none is en route
For a moment this causes confusion and doubt
He begins a clean sweep of the building alone
With no radio, partner or a cellular phone
Suddenly a shadow in front of him appears
He draws his weapon and draws the criminal to tears
After arresting the criminal and doing a frisk
The officer realizes there truly is, ‘One asterisk’
That kind of kiss and runoff.
Why don’t you concede to the fraud ?
It was a haunted dilemma,
kidnapping of a verdict.
Dinosaurs were wiped out
by a clean sweep of a meteorite
long back, millions of years. Now,
present ones, tiny reptiles
still survivng in water, air and
earth by active faults.
The great Indian Bustard was again
sighted in a poor man’s field.
Are you a moon friendly ?
I am dispossessing all my domestic clouds.
Satish Verma
In honor of Remembrance Day and those that serve.
Tour of Duty©
I awaken from a fitful sleep
One where slumber was not very deep
The night before after counting many a sheep
My eyes closed and they did meet
A dream was had that made me sneep
You and I were there in a jeep
As I mentioned another tour you said nary a peep
But in your eyes I capture “what the bleep”
We both know the long stay at an outkeep
The enemy would be nearby and they are prone to creep
The sacrifice again would require a big leap
Is this a mistake or am I being wheep
Once again into our love my duty does seep
For a promise I knew I could not keep
Is the price for going to war really this cheap
The returns not guaranteed and the climb out steep
Or maybe we need to stop and make a clean sweep
And throw our relationship onto the scrapheap
Hearing those words make us both weep
For a promise I knew I could not keep
Andreas Simic©
John John and I are like two peas in a pod
Limerick masters, pretty hard to dislodge
The top of the heap
A real clean sweep
Guess you could say we're limerick gods
That kind of kiss and runoff.
Why don’t you concede to the fraud ?
It was a haunted dilemma,
kidnapping of a verdict.
Dinosaurs were wiped out
by a clean sweep of a meteorite
long back, millions of years. Now,
present ones, tiny reptiles
still survivng in water, air and
earth by active faults.
The great Indian Bustard was again
sighted in a poor man’s field.
Are you a moon friendly ?
I am dispossessing all my domestic clouds.
Satish Verma
parents or other nemesis with glare
ring (smoke emitting nostrils),
an idyll escape for this heir
to the throne of the mountain king,
(lion share of original tract
kept by Donald Neilson empire)
this make believe verdant submerged lair
unwittingly left gaping hole,
when Gambone Brothers
industrial machinery voraciously
made clean sweep,
without a trace of former imp pier
real resilient stately structured heart
of "Glen Elm" could no longer rear
the well built “grand Etta face dame”
helplessly, holistically humbly
brought to her knees
(gory detail aye will spare),
nonetheless more
than one pearl jammed shaped tear
trickled down chafed
sad reddened cheeks,
whose head must veer
away asper thine subsequently
blotted out never never never land
eclipsed by transient rubble,
thence vinyl city (dis) graced sacred space,
no doubt a great ache,
when Saint Nick sought
sought in vain for
324 Templed throne every where!
Watching the deer in the front yard
Tiptoeing through the wet grass.
Out from their hiding places
Now that the storm is over.
Bits of blue peeking through
Cloudy skies.
The air so fresh and clean.
The storm...nature's clean sweep,
Over for now.
If I were to pray to God every hour
Would he fill my spirit with much power?
And then take away all of my greed
Should fill me only with what I need.
I want to have energy and endurance
God will give me His blessed assurance
And in times of tiredness and distress
Gives me His love in place of loneliness.
God all of these things to me has granted
And more flowers in my yard have planted
Swept and brushed off walkway with a broom
After hearing thunder when it went boom.
Everything has been a clean sweep.