Best Dishes Poems

With hands immersed in suds and water warm,
I stand before the sink, humbled vassal,
To plates and dishes, grease and grime the norm,
My task to cleanse this polychromed passel.

Each cup I cradle with a gentle pinch,
Their curves and corners, every angle blessed,
Rinse them speckless, my soapy...

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I was born an old soul and always a
    step out of time.  It seems old things just like me
and come to me-  like old colorful dishes
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As clean running water flows through dirty dishes   
Immense joy and peace bathe her tired being   
While veined deft hands scour surfaces and edges 
She becomes aware of her body and breathing    

Immense joy and peace bathe her...

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Love, Betrayal and Dirty Dishes

I ate from your welcoming glitter plate
touches easing my restless soul.
Desperate, in love praying, not too late
never saw two eyes black as coal.

There were sweet drugs in your soft words
and dancing steps in your walk.
I flew with you, flew with soaring...

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Here they are again—the same dirty dishes.
I wonder what’s the use.
Everyone leaves the work to me.
There’s really no excuse.
Sometimes I think it’s more than I can bear.

It happens every day—
Make beds, wash dishes, clean the house,
Wash and fold clothes,
Jim goes to work,
Bess leaves her room...

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inspired by some poem that's 100x better than this one l0l

water water everywhere
and all the dishes in the sink
standing in my underwear
unsure what to think

why am I doing this?
in the sink that is full of grime
why am I forced against my wishes?
surely this must be...

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Frogs’ legs 
French cuisine fad
Amphibians hopping mad

 Shish kebabs 
Cubed lamb chislic
Served on toothpick

 Pizzas 
Flatbread Italian feast
Waist measurement increased

 Bird’s nest soup 
Rare Chinese foodstuff
Swiftlets sleeping rough

 Mexican wraps 
Spicy chicken fajitas
Hot as senoritas

 Seafood paella 
Shrimp, lobster, cuttlefish
Saporous Valencian dish

 Maple syrup 
Canadians...

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Tonight, tables took teapots
"Lumiere Lights" lit
Pleasantly, people pondered 
Plates placed
Across appetites awaiting anxiously
To try the Top Ten
Delicious Dishes...

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The dishes pile up stained with the day to day of life
Her hands are chapped and dry withered from washing them
Dishes of food, dishes of mundanity
relentless dishes calling to be cleaned

Dishes prepared with love dishes for the family
dishes smashed in anger, broken in frustration
the dishes...

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Every day we woke up hungry.
We ate our little bowls of freedom 
At the breakfast table.
Then Momma washed the breakfast dishes.

In the summer,
Momma grew maters and beets.
She stooped in earnest to keep us fed.
We sopped our shame with bread.
Yellow dishes lay in the sink.

We lived...

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Not Doing The Dishes

When you die you become less active
Can't play in traffic any more
Doing chores is so impossible
Forget about dating, bathing, taking out the trash

Fear of disease when deceased has passed
Talking to strangers no longer matters in oblivion
Living is less strenuous when dead
Please close...

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if you don´t wash
the dishes
are you a
communist?
no,no comrade
let me explain
they will wash
themselves
if you leave them
out in the rain...

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I sort bubbling dishes in proper place
I drown absorbed sink with soapy water and towering dishes 
They pile up-- what's the point of doing them?

I place a towel next to the filthy sink
I drown dishes and try my hardest to dry them without a drop
But...

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(alternately titled: tongue in cheek humor
cuz the following hyperbole
from this pencil necked baby boomer
without intent to badmouth,
nor start unfounded rumor,
who chalks, i.e. attributes gobbledygook
to funny bone tumor).

Impossible mission maneuvering around
soiled clothes pile
floor to ceiling humongous mound
terse reply hopefully adequately sound
to convincingly doth explain
absent poet buried...

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From high above and down below
Bewitching winds from Hades blow
That spread the river’s current thin
And drown with love unsinkable men;

Around they swirl and whisper lies
Of fabled lands where romance flies;
Paradise found upon a beach
Which but in dreams is out of reach.

“She loves you still, she...

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