Best Cleaned Poems
The ram died high
On the snow covered
Mountain, when the thaw
Of spring came, it's
Decaying body
Contaminates
The melting snow
The waters flow
Brings death in grip
The farther
It traveled
The less germs
And death
Were there
Clean
(This is also a metaphor for sin. The farther we stay away from it the cleaner we stay. Of
course, we can repent but the results lingers.)
I wrote in honor of my friend and
lovely lady Mystic Rose
"Thanks for the inspiration"
STEAMED CLEANED by JTCurtis
Mike, Finn and McGee
Thought a day in the sauna would be
like heavenly bliss
To hear that steam hiss
And detoxing oneself, it's the key
Soon, there sat all three boys
Then up popped a sudden wee noise
Mike said "Dat'd me phone"
"Yea, bot I know dat ringtone"
Finn said while knocked off his poise
Then came a very loud sound
with such force, it knocked McGee down
Finn said "You old sods,
Dats just me I Pod"
Said Mike " Yea, I've heard dem around"
Then suddenly there came a loud boom
"It's your tablet McGee we assume"
"You boys now relax
It's just me old fax"
And that's when the boys cleared the room
Robb Wilkins took three showers a day
he overdid some things he'd say.
But alas to his strain
less of him did remain
until he showered himself away.
A portly partridge, a kale coloured koala and a lecherous lion were climbing up a snow covered precipice in a first gear shake. The beating of the engine spike of deathly chills and the iced tipped trees stood erect and only spoke once a day in such adverse weather conditions. Timed well was the trotting mare and hound who signalled maneuvers with hooves and paws which were then simultaneously broadcast in silhouette style across the vast landscape. Thus ensuring that the need for appropriate shoe wear was obsolete and the desire to change into a curtain was quickly alleviated for the rug proved to be a warmer and safer option at this time. Optionally optics opened orifices ornately. And powers arrived in a small jar of white whistling whiskey then whisked was whiskers waiting, warbling and walking. Wallingford castle and heritage began. In a snapped swapped series shown on a watch on a break. For audiences of many many podiums were clapping but assaulting the many written deeds which were then swept up by a six inch metal cuckoo clock. Magnify that then. And the snore from a mn abominable bull was businesses beckoning business in a pound dollar Yuan style but printed paper playing poker was arguing with a simplistic grinning cheese board in a cavern furnished to a very high standard. With a tank of fish overhead. Sharks. A swimming pool. Heated. Like a pool. A large sealed off chamber with an entrance under a road going up up up. And that was the land of the vegetable man with bulbous eyes, the bull in tight fitting suit and the snooker champion with an insect head. Round round round goes the house in a heap. Clapping clams chasing cauliflower club. Haha digital data dog. Haha fork fried xxxxx opticromistical Z z z Z
Form:
I cleaned your room today,
while the scent of you yet lingered
in the impression where you laid your head,
caressing linens my heart hesitates to launder
for want of holding you near.
I long for this morning’s sweetness,
still cherishing that embrace long shared,
remembering how you let me linger
in your own reluctance to pull away
and how I prayed it not be the last.
From your window I watched today,
as the snow became earth’s chalky quilt
somehow angry at its indifference as it
dared to frolic with the very breeze
that now carries you away;
to a people of desperation in a
land whose heart feels only winter’s harshness
never tasting her sweet alabaster blessing.
How I despise the circumstance of this desolate place
yet selfishly hate that it is you she has beckoned.
I pray God’s protection as your coverlet
warm and thick in the unfailing assurance
of a love which will hold you safe at breast
as would the troubled and rambling mother
who cleaned your room today.
You cleaned out all the cobwebs
From my heart that was so dead
And covered with years of dust
And tears turning it to rust
From becoming hard as steel
There was nothing I could feel
I just gave up and shut down
Cause of dirty lies around
Each one like a speck of dirt
That kept building and would hurt
Me so much I didn't care
About the buildup everywhere
In my heart ans inner soul
It got so out of control
I was being suffocated
And never anticipated
I would find some truth in you
To help me clear out the "poo"
From the stinky dirty lies
Now each day my heart can rise
Free from dust, dirt and the rust
It's starting clean, now I can just
Wake up with a heart that glitters
No more crappy hurtful litter
Left in it to hold me down
As you hold me safe and sound
Can I speak so true and free
About all you have done for me
You gave my life a new meaning
Like you did a thorough cleaning
Of my past --threw it away
So I know that a new day
Will begin and start with you
There is nothing you won't do
To prove how much love you will
Give me to climb up a hill
Right up to the very top
Where you'll catch me if I drop
Into my past memories
Thinking of the history
That has kept me in turmoil
Leaving my heart full of soil
From all the abuse I took
But then I just have to look
Into your eyes and I will break
Out of this haze--glad to take
All the love you want to give
So I can and always live
With a new hope and this joy
Since you became my savior boy
What a dream I had!
I sailed away to China
in a small rowboat.
I looked for you all over.
You had laundry to get clean.
For "Tanka Me a Dream" contest held by Michael J Falotico.
by Robert Pettit
she would sing with birds
known to set many records
drank many tankards?
she sure seemed so fine
my vivacious valentine
drank big Ballentine
Have you ever heard of
Ballentine Beer Before
we were researching
trump lies that had been learching
on big nose perching
had many close shaves
trump would make many big waves
we became his slaves
(stabbed him with some staves)
(he never behaves)
(leads us to our graves)
(we became his knaves)
(often us depraves)
(does grunt when he raves)
(owns atlanta braves)
How about that for quite
a few laughs with warm bathes
then travelled on Trump
putrid paths.
SUCH A DIRTY DIRTY WORLD CLEANED MYSELF UP ON MY WAY TO HEAVEN
The beginning of life it's self;
Is no mystery;
and yet in our misery;
We conceit to are majesty;
Such a dirty, dirty world cleaned myself up now I'm on my way to heaven...
Arm yourself brothers and sister;
Prepare yourself for the beast;
Eyes wide open, do not go asleep;
The color of the skies are green;
Polluted with sinner man screams;
Such a dirty, dirty world cleaned myself up now I'm on my way to heaven...
Alabaster ointments pure and poured;
Over empty headed persons we've all ignored;
Flask of poison wine, aged in time;
Give me just another chance to witness;
Is no mystery;
Such a dirty, dirty world cleaned myself up now I'm on my way to heaven...
Just received Jesus;
And He's made me whole;
I've confessed my sins;
Heaven's golden gates and angels await me;
Eyes wide open, do not go asleep;
Prepare yourself for the beast;
Watch and pray that you enter not into temptation;
Alleluia Hey.....
Such a dirty, dirty world cleaned myself up now I'm on my way to heaven...
12/3/18
I was just a parasite
A filthy clothed sinner
Now I'm a new Child in Christ, a winner
Been redeemed by the blood of the Lamb
God's got Me In His hands
I am freed and cleansed now I understand
Always dirty
Now yet in Him
I'm clean
Mercies Grace now covers me
11/20/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
she admitted to being a moron
only when it came to her
fascination with wine and great food.
as long as it is prepared in the right
portion by someone who knows what they are doing.
Suri Vicuna her name, I hope I said it right
she is a marvelous chef, great food.
I tasted her Sabot de Boeuf et pommes de terre" and I
fainted like a pig in my own slop!
Marvelous dish and a wonderful woman.
The raspberries , strawberries cream, truffles
and white chocolate noodles with Sauternes
allowed to see my date as evening lace.
We spent the night
in a sleazy motel
and dined on these leftovers.
A Cremora solo'd on the stereo
and I grind him to powder.
A passionate evening of fun and love.
He called me Kiko Saanen, after
the night, you know Kiko Saanen,
the character in the movie " With Ease"
the fictional goddess of Love.
I performed like
a World Class lover
something I will never forget.
Truly, truly I loved that night.
Morning tea made me sleezy again.
I conceived there.
Weeks later we married.
i have loved the man ever since.
Under the April sky, by morning
I was his!
Time cleans out the rusty clogged drains
to forget the gritty dusty details
logged in echoes, stored for recall,
too messy, too truthful to retain.
I wonder why?
'cause the rough stuff
lodges in dreams stored
in the gooey
caramel centers
of chocolate creams.