Best Dishwater Poems

What's the point of Dr. Dishwater? 
Well, what's the point of anything? 
The only thing that appears 
to have a concrete purpose 
is my car...

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Just for you,I stayed away from
a guys' night- out of cool poker;
even prevented myself from having
the pleasure of beer on the couch.
But while my hands...

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She meekly chased after
nonexistent moonbeams
  in rose fashioned pipe
       dreamt illusions, 
as visual stimuli to
   ...

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"dishwater soup"


before the soap
take the scraps
from the plate

place in a pot
fill with water
and bring to

a boil for
tomorrow's
leftover meal...

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The burst soapsuds dissipate.
Six doves outside my window
Enjoy their meal, congregate.
Wings whirr, head to the gingko

Baby phoebes see surroundings.
With wide mouths expose tastebuds
Hunger each day...

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Imprisoned by clammy apron strings
She squats amidst domestic disorder
Dirty dishes, smelly household linens
Blackened pots and foamy dishwater.

Hastily, she conjures breakfast on the table
While vigilantly eyeing...

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From knee high they told me to be patient, wait it out
Build foundation, straighten out, 
never rush creation.
"You gotta stay strong through the drought,
because rain'll...

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Cracker Barrel — always a favorite.
Not my first choice today, but
we go where the grandkids go.

Warming my hands with coffee cup
...waiting...tap, tap...for the follow up.

I...

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when I was married some years ago,
my wife then thought, for some reason
that she was the boss
and I was there for wifely pleas'in
she sleep late...

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Into Darkness She Had So Sadly And Swiftly Fallen
( A Very Sad Tale With No Fairytale Ending )

There in the dark cold room, emptiness and...

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From my Blog:
Of Byron, Keats And Shelley, A Few Words

(1.)

Of Byron And A Visit I Once Had

Alas! Youth and its joy away has flown
I wake...

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ZEN DEATH HAIKU XI

These are my modern English translations of Japanese Zen Death Haiku. 

Above the garden
the camellia tree blossoms
whitely...
—Uejima Onitsura, loose translation by Michael...

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Waiting for you
Is listening to the tap dripping
Into a sink full of cold dishwater

Waiting for you
Is watching a cockroach
Cautiously poking its feelers
Out from under the...

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He adored her. His blubbery lips
drooled at the sight of his love.
Her beauty seared his mind
a fiery arousal beat upon
the slopes
of his low, low brow.

He...

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Dishwater creeks are iron rails in the cold light.
The sky is thick
with the muted warnings of exhausted banshees.
Harken little sparrows
for bells in toll booths peel...

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