Best Flush Poems
My basket lifts from ground; I, eager, stand
inside it as I drift into blue air.
I see below - the slowly shrinking land,
above my head, a giant yellow pear.
She takes me high, and as I’m looking down,
I view the checkered rows of each green lawn
around the center of my little town
and tiny houses. . . Soon they all are gone.
I breathe the clouds. . . then happiness-immersed,
I skim tall mountain peaks; I’m sailing wind.
And if my big balloon should tear or burst,
my soul will not forget. Death can’t rescind
the flush of living. My! What fills the sky?
A flock of snow white geese comes rushing by.
For Brian Strand's
YOUR PICK any theme/form max 14 lines Poetry Contest
We who remember outhouses
consider flushing toilets
the next thing to heaven.
Yet, we know, in heaven—
no need to search—
they do not exist.
The Apostle Paul said,
“We shall not all sleep,
but we shall all be changed.”
No freckles,
no cowlick,
no twisted bones,
no missing members,
no lack of understanding.
Questions will all be answered.
As we enter that pearl-encrusted gate,
as we gaze through those transparent
golden streets, never again
will there be a need to flush.
the sun rose lemon
wildflowers speckled the grass
marigold gardens
the skies were orange
with touches of red and mauve
the wind burst with sound
colorful birds sang
their mystery treetop songs
green days of summer
Humanity so loved the poppy
That it made a chemical copy
But God knows what we need
And it isn't more weed
Which seems to make everyone sloppy!
Huge pooh
In loo
7th July 2015
Told you never run fast, be at my side
while stroll; Now, let's go and sit near lakeside.
You know school is boring; in class I cried;
Nothing to learn there. Don't have friends, they lied
always talk in their mother tongue, they snide.
Saw in dream, they're punished with a rope tied.
I'll ask Mom, if she can come, sit inside
class with me; feel alone-That's why I cried.
Yet, you see, I've to go; thinking to hide
tomorrow, next day and finally I'd
stop going school; you know, I can confide
I want to be like you, free none to guide.
Dad doesn't know through dog door freely I glide;
Yes, tomorrow through it I'll go to hide.
Note: This poem highlights the symptoms of
Didaskaleinophobia(Fear of School Phobia)
So it is my theory
there is nothing more cheery;
that first vision bleary,
that first feathered dearie...
Ooh, look! One so leery...
It's a precious little Veery!
Mind the birder standing teary;
She's just shedding winter dreary.
18.03.20
Composed for Michael Vacek's
Spring Fling Zing Thing King (or Queen)
at the casino ~ ~
cards are dealt no expression
royal flush faint smile ~
Quick and forever to forget.
The aftertaste
of those words and all nerves
sobbing spasms and tears.
Quick and forever to forget.
I hit a royal flush when i met you
you turn my puppy toes blue
my hearts are red
you are my ace high
i am all in for you
preflop raise i think you will be here always
sweeten the pot because you are the sweetest
my royal flush i am a lucky man
with your love i always win
I realize you were in a hurry,
to get into the john,
But sometimes one in a hurry,
forgets how fast
these things can come on,
They say time and tide,
waits for no man,
Evidently, neither does the desperate
need, for the good old "can"!
So, don't wallow in red embarrassment,
looking guilty and so sick,
Just get a damn mop, and
clean it up real quick!!
dewdrops glisten as
maiden tears on virgin leaves
soaked with betrayal
Date June3 2017
Contest sponsored by Rick Parise
Max 5 lines old or new
Dolly Parton sports a large bust
Which fills many men with pure lust
Well, maybe not "pure"
But one thing is sure:
They're bound to make mud out of dust!
[Absolutely not, by any stretch of the imagination,
based upon or influenced by or pertaining to any TV
or radio production known as, but not exclusively
limited to, “Sesame Street”… your honour!]
___________
FLUSH = Fearless League of Unlikely Super Heroes
___________
Good morning children, mums and dads
On Sessy Street today
We’ll teach you a new letter
And a new word if we may
So listen very carefully
To what we have to say
Because the word we have in mind
We’ll illustrate this way
*
Once there was a little boy
His name was Nobby Napper
He opened up a candy bar
And simply dropped the wrapper
*
The jingle of an ice cream van
Which, tyres screeching, stopped
Turbo Gran stepped out and said,
“Your wrapper you have dropped
“Would we have a tidy world
If each ice cream I sold
Lay thrown upon the sidewalk?
Pick it up and keep a hold.”
*
A flash and there was Souperman
He said, “Desist from sin,
Refrain from placing litter
But in yonder litter bin
“Be it in thy gift perchance
To stay thy wasteful way
Falter not, so man with spike
Has nought to clear away.”
*
And in his wake, the Freezer Mice
In tiny incarnation
In unison did each proclaim,
“Son, keep a tidy nation.”
Those freezer mice clicked fingers
And became as tall as men
Their leader told the errant child,
“Don’t drop litter again.”
*
And then the Unknown Hero
Paper bag upon her head
Decried his education
And said, “Have you been misled?
“It is never acceptable
To litter without heed
For this displays all humans
As a most untidy breed.”
*
The child was shaking fearfully,
His eyes were filled with dread
And he was last heard sobbing
Underneath his parents’ bed
*
So there we have it children, pay attention if you will
Today we’ve covered. “O” and found a word to fit the bill
Did you guess the word today, or are you guessing still
The “O” word that we’ve learned today, is this word…“Overkill”.
The beach was packed with bodies burnt bothered,
reeking of sweat, dried salt and sunburn cream.
The sea writhed and churned as the crowds gathered
to take a swim to beat the heat and scream.
The sky darkened as storm entered the scene.
The crowd panicked and rushed home in a crush
As rain and hail fell in violent stream.
Leaving the beach scrubbed clean with a brush
By summer showers calling: "It's time for a flush".