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Muse Burning

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.


Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014


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Safe Spot


                              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


Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015


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Clean Sweep

sheltered beneath doom
straw dust evading the broom...
swirling thunders boom


Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2013


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The ashen raindrop

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.     


Copyright © Seosamh De Burca | Year Posted 2013


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Dangling Lovers

           
The prince loves his princess and their guillotine
It came at a handsome price but that’s alright 
Stars and moons are laid before her majesty 
Heads roll when she lifts her dainty finger
Of course a palace complete with moat and fleet of carriages 
Are added to their cause through strict taxation 
And beheadings are in season
So says the majesties
The kingdom population must learn to love the royals 
Die for them without delay
Regal matters call for such sacrifices
So stretch the necks, pray and say good-by
Decapitations are the order of the day
His lordship and lady require your property as well
Compliance with their wishes is deemed correct
Her ladyship hates the poor and all they stand for
Common folk are not real people after all
A disease, common bugs in filthy clothes
She deplores them for no reason, one and all
They simply are beneath her, that’s all she knows
Ugly creatures, born to meet the guillotine
Inferior for being who they are
In need of extermination with a single slice
Natural selection and the royals have a common cure
The lady adores no one other than herself
Mirrors placed about the palace testify 
Vacant stares illuminate her image like a super star for hours
The prince by her side, both glowing in raw power
Happy in each other’s plans for more than just romance
The poor must never know what’s up when blade comes down
It would tarnish the regal blush and glow
And heavenly beams reflecting from their halos
They are more than simple prince and princess
But criminals in the making, living in excess
Advancing to the throne through deaths
Killing peasants on a whim as they progress 
Subjects learn to love their rulers 
Torture and theft is how to keep the peace
Release the poor from properties and life
In one clean sweep, heads rolling on the castle keep 
Fear holds people down in social order
Wealth and happiness must be maintained                                                    
Prince and princess love themselves above all others
They have no complaints
The church and state though disagreed
Placed bounties on their heads
For crimes against humanity and vanity
The royals will get their final wish
To stay together; egos, beauty and all
Not within the kingdom walls, but outside the boundaries
Dangling in the wind, blessings from the pope
Government approved rope to help them swing   
Hanging side by side for all their sins
Close to the cemetery
Blowing regally in all their majesty
Outside the royal limits of propriety





Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015


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Christ Is Life

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


Copyright © Rich Rogers | Year Posted 2016


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1 Asterisk*

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’


Copyright © Andrew Johnson | Year Posted 2010


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EXPORTING

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


Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2011


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After the Storm

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.


Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2010


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Land of In-Between

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.


Copyright © Kevin Shaw | Year Posted 2017


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If I Were To

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.


Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014


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Top Of The Heap



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


Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017


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EXPORTING

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


Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2009


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Tour of Duty

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©



Copyright © Andreas Simic | Year Posted 2017


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No Roof For Reindeer dub bull file

     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!


Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2018