Best Dirtiness Poems
A woman’s work
A woman’s work is never done
At times it really is no fun
Washing, ironing, all those chores!
Then it’s down to washing floors
My day will start at nine o clock
And then I’ll hardly ever stop
Until my home is clean again
Dirtiness drives me insane
Soon it’s time to cook the tea
Oh boy I’m such a busy bee
I wish sometimes folk did not eat
So I can rest from aching feet
I accept these chores though, with much ease
Like a bird flies in the trees
A woman has to do her chores
And this will be forever more
8 May 2014 @ 1330hrs.
I’ve hidden behind dumpsters, in alleys,
And under the schoolhouse steps
But Mr. Ted always finds me
And puts his hands up my dress,
While squeeze-squeezing my breasts
I would tell, but I want to live
And I’m afraid Sue Ellen’s dead
He used to give her his “gift”
Before he took me instead
And made me lick-lick his head
As I get older I’m pushing blades
Into my scarred up wrist
Somehow it makes the reality fade -
Cleanse- cleansing the dirtiness
Of his eyes, his words, his fists…
With a little more bleeding, I could be free
And sailing towards the sky
Never to see or feel his need
Poke-poking me against my thigh -
Thighs of steel are a lie
Would anyone miss me if I died?
Would anyone care besides Ted?
Would Mommy finally acknowledge the lies
Bleed-bleeding the water bright red?
Or would she again, bury her head?
7/19/12
Why people are selfish,
why people are stylish,
Why they are on high tower,
Is that because of useless power,
Whenever their mind is gonna be wash,
They usually interrupt and say Gosh!
Dirtiness has stuck on their minds in big chain,
whom high power detergents could also n't strain.
Everyday I wake, I bathe in the river Jordan: taking with me the dirtiness from the yesterdays. Repeating the same sins, that were never washed clean. Reenacting the past and all its ways.
He smells here and there like the politicians,
He is as stupid as the looters of our lilies pride.
Where ever he goes, people knows he has entered
Because of his fart which smell like the politicians lies.
A politician in the animal kingdom, a tyrant to humans.
His black colour depict the darkest part of the politician' hearts and his brown body represent their enviness.
Once they fart, every masses become insane and dance to their lies.
Liars they are, waiting to devour the righeousness of the ignorant public.
Dirty game they play as the He Goat swell around in dirtiness.!
Who has seen the He-Goat and have not seen the politician?!
Who has seen the politicians and have not seen the He-Goat in his crazy form?
Politi-Goat, Goatician! Goatician, Politi-Goat!!
Politicians have no morals as the He Goat has none.
We big, tough, well-thinking male bearberries blew and we snarled and we spouted and we blew.
But those danged dandelions obstinately kept their tops on, no matter how much we did fuss.
Come on fellas, I said to my fellow bearberries. Here is just what we’ll do…
“I’m not taking them!” I screamed at B.B.2, our leader, a passive little cuss.
I was talking about those damned tiger lilies, our groupies.
I am so sorry Tiger Lilies, he told them. It’s just us bear berries today. He shot an apologetic look to T.L. 1 and T.L. 402.
I am sick and tired of my whole life being video- recorded by those selfie-taking nut-buckets, I told him, indignant, and with an angry face.
They will clean your house, wash your floors, pay your bills, wax your car, and do your laundry, said B.B. 2.
I don’t care if my house implodes on its dirtiness, I retorted. Just keep them in their place.
I was talking about those damned tiger lilies, our groupies.
Tiger Lily 58 sneaked back into the Bearberry Lodge, where Tiger Lilies are never supposed to be.
We did not see her at first as she used her invisibility tablet to reach us; I felt her heat on the back of my neck, before I saw her.
She began to give me a really nice, warm, massage and sweet backrub which was the best I had had times three.
Wow! What is that? I asked myself, as I began getting tingly and happy all over, and down under.
I guess I was talking about these wonderful tiger lilies, our allies.
My dad had told me a long time ago that the best pairings in the meadow was always a BB and a T.L.
Who are you? I whispered to Tiger Q. Lily 58. I am your soul mate, she responded, can you please meet me at 2?
Where? I wondered, and she immediately conveyed that she would be at northern rise of Bunny P. Hill.
I will be there with my matching rings, I told her. Are you ready? Yes, she agreed. No one else will do.
I am now hitched to a wonderful tiger lily, and all my mean thoughts
toward T.L.'s seem pretty damned silly.
(And I don’t care whether or not the dandelions ever lose their
tops. They are of no use to me now.)
Dated: May 12,2018
I want to go to school
Where papers draw lines on the sky;
Where we see our future backoning at us.
I want to learn how to steal with the biro
I want to reveil the hidden lines on the sky;
To reveal the sky' dirtiness to the world.
I want to go to school without a book,
I want to join those barking farmers;
Those farmers without holes and knives yet; they go to farm.
I want to sit among those seated with the moon;
Watch those that fly in the sky without wings,
I want to go and learn how to wet graves with tears.
I want to steal and speak corruption,
Hold Bible on my left hand and, gun
On my right with ease and confidence.
I want learn to write lines that break ribs,
To baptise many with words that change;
I want to go to school to learn change.
I want to learn how to cry under the water,
Learn if fishes ever get thirsty of water;
I want to know why birds don't fall off trees when they sleep.
I want to go to school and learn why building is called building when it is already built;
Why they say dogs food is new and improved,
when no one tastes it.
I want to know why and why and
Why pizza is round and comes in a square box;
Why doesn't glue stick to its bottle,
And why money does not grow on a tree but banks have branches.
I want to go to school and learn why I'm me,
And me and I never agree together when in trouble;
I want to learn why lizard has no hair and why
The sky is white without lines drawn on it.
Azizam
I await the fall
The cool air
To seduce my skin
I await the kiss
Of your fall
The tumbling
Of your heart
Azizam
The world is tumbling down
Crumbling upon the ground
Like castles in ruins
Madness all around
The cruel, ole town
People running around
Like savages
I'm trapped in this place
Stuck longing for something
That I can't understand
Ah, Azizam
My words are so useless, really
As I write this to you now
But I'm a slave to them
Sweating to make sense
Of their wicked ways
Azizam, how can you say there is nothing?
I must have faith, I must
That there is
A love above me
All around me
And within me
That keeps me alive
We both know
I should be dead
Despite the devilish dirtiness
That I wear like a cloak
This love whispers
Sweet everythings in my ear
For sweet nothings
I've heard a thousand times
Especially from you, Azizam
But this love murmurs
Truth in my listening drum
I know I'm in quicksand
With my sins
And this love has a way
To pull me out
This love
Calls me Azizam
I've tried to be as hard as nails
As tough as a warrior
I end up being the one
Nailed to the wood
Cut up all over my body
Losing the battle
I cannot bear another storm
To rage inside of me
The axiom
Of anxiety
That you seem to bring
Azizam
My heart
Is like a cage
Of monstrous butterflies
I don't dare
To unleash them
What chaos that would be
But no matter what
The moon has her eye on me
She thinks that she's my mother
She calls me Azizam
And tells me
It's going to be alright
one's path is not made to be a lonely rat,
loneliness breaks the link of the chain of pure love,
pure love is all what we need,
united into one family tree.,
One without the other,
is just a rubber,
a rubber with no meaning,
just waiting to be misused.,
O how can we not see that Love could change all what we see?
without love its all just a red nightmarish dream,
a dream so red that one sees himself / herself getting wrecked,
wrecked indeed one shall be,
lonely in a desert on a bed surrounded with killer bees!.,
Tho finding love within,
enhances ones will,
a will of pure love,
having passion for what he or she loves,
extracting from ones inner personalty,
altering ones rationality,
cleaning the mind from all that disorientation.,
One would find his / her salvation,
a salvation so sweet that would inspire his / her mind & spirit to clean all the streets,
thus all the dirtiness shall become the cleanness,
the useless shall become the useful.
The one who felt lonely and unloved shall become the loved,
bonding all together,
creating one nationality,
connecting the chain of pure love with the circle of life.,
Life without love is a darkened life,
life with love is a colorful life,
thus both substances are needed to use our formulation of divinity,
one sequence indeed we shall be.
Getting clean in a hot shower
Gives you a smell like a flower
Pretty and fragrant like a a rose
From your head down to your toes
But when you are really flirty
I don't feel clean--just dirty
Steaming up the glass door
Clothes are scattered on the floor
Soaping up its slippery
Falling for your trickery
To join you in this fun game
This hot waters like a flame
Pulsating on us strong and steady
Until we both are ready
To get warm and really cozy
Under blankets--cheeks so rosy
From the hotness we just shared
Not one ounce of love was spared
As we got dirty in the action
Leading to desired passion
OUR HOMELAND
We cross the waters of
Our great big homelands
With the beauty of the rocks
To the trees and the seas
Together joined as one
Nation we can do what
Is right and give a helping
Hand and to understand
Our earth is our home
We all should do our part
To keep from the dirtiness
And from falling apart
So people of the world
Please don’t run and hide
Help our homelands keep
Clean while showing pride
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My dearest hot shower
You mean the world to me
You cleanse both body and mind
Always wake me up when sleepy
You warm and soothe my aching bones
At times wash away my tears
You let me sing my heart out
Without hands over ears
In times of sickness
Your warmth helps heal
In times of sorrow
A warm cuddle l feel
When grubby from a days hard work
Or salty from the sea
You take the situation in hand
Washing the dirtiness from me
When l am freezing cold and reluctant
To come and visit you
You continually beckon me
Until l see your point of view
You make me feel clean and fresh
Comforted and renewed
I love and need you in my life
Dearest hot shower….I could never live without you!!
SEVEN DEADLY SINS AT SCHOOL
Parents give their kids what they feel
Is training worthwhile and valuable,
But it often shows up at school
As behavior which is objectionable
Stupidity in the face of simple facts, forsooth,
Is widespread, and stops kids learning truth.
Stubbornness in attitude is horrible,
Because it means no progress is possible.
Spoiled behavior is something of which to be rid,
For nobody is going to like such a kid.
Boastfulness and comparing with a weaker kid,
Just the way dad and mum always did.
Dirtiness has no reason to exist, try soap and a comb,
Yet it exists, presumably at the child’s home.
Bullying is my favourite for extermination,
And it begins with parents’ self-examination.
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Bad-manners, for which the child can thank his parents,
And please do so, for they have been aberrants .
I was born here;
Here I had my first thirst of milk,
Here I had the first knock on my head,
Mother kissed me here and sucked out
The mucus from my nose here with out
Inviting a second eyes to see my dirtiness.
I had my first love here under this Ugba tree;
He cuddled my breast and thrust them into his bosom
Here under this Ugba tree,
I had my first love!
I had my first love here!!
I had my first kiss here,
To those little ones who died before me, nature has its choice to make.
To those little ones that didn't see love; love came to me at two.
You rousy beam of haggered lousiness,
Belittle me not in here;
For I'm now a bigun in the southern necropolis.
Me and I was against the western,
For we want no cucumber to grow on our belly,
And yam with yam tubers from our anus.
We want no worm to disturb our peaceful sleep.
Our ears should forever listen to the
tone of Barokar!
Indistinct clatter from afar,
When the air whirl and talk like humans.
When we gossip with the loneliness of then,
And our breathe plays in the three times two feet of the silent den.
Here me and I had our first love under that Ugba tree.
Under the sun,
nothing i love like the city,
and nothing i hate like it,
the store of everything.
Life in the city,
it's full of cry,
gambling and lies,
when ever you reach.
The city is sweet,
but sometimes hot,
that makes us cry,
the poor and the rich.
Everything you buy,
depends on how,
the heaviness of your pocket is!
if it's weak,
you keep on starve.
Not only that,
but noise in the city,
disturbs everything!
dirtiness and poverty,
makes it bad.