Best Germy Poems
Adamant Face
My mother used to say with an adamant face, "There is a place for everything and for everything a place!”
My goodness, this house is a total disgrace"
So every Tuesday at quarter past 4:OO
each person in our family had the same chore,
to straighten the house and pick up the floor.
We all sighed, then one replied,
“Where do we put things?”
“Where do they go?”
"Where did they come from?"
"We don’t know!”
"Just put things back in their original home.
"Whatever you do, don’t let them roam"
If you don’t know what it's called,
where to put it,
or what it does,
or you can’t throw it out or know it’s name because,
it doesn’t have a match or
there is a piece detached ;
then don’t give up, just keep your chin up.
Leave nothing astray, but please be done by the end of the day"
"There is a place for everything and for everything a place" she reminded us with her adamant face.
Our cleaning began, and what did we find ?
Interesting things of every kind.
Two birthday candles from my cake years ago, rusted nail clippers that trimmed my big toe.
A broken pencil with a very dull end, and a thank you card I forgot to send.
A soy sauce packet stuck to a fork, from a take out order of moo shoo pork.
A spool of thread, the color red, when I sewed my clumsy thumb instead!
Grandpa’s glasses missing one lens
My sister’s retainer
And 2 leaky pens
A postal stamp
A bread bag clip
The top to my mother’s pink lipstick.
A germy cold lozenge when I had the flu.
A dirty lace from a tennis shoe.
Three receipts from CVS.
A zipper from an old prom dress.
Soon we finished, and one replied,
“Our cleaning is done, we picked up the floor,
No longer a disgrace anymore!"
"We put things back in their original home,
where they belonged and could not roam”
“Mother, that place was the kitchen drawer!"
Our job is done, say no more!
Categories:
germy, childhood, family, fun, my
Form:
Rhyme
The mouse in our house is a rat,
I'm now quite certain of that.
It's not little and cute,
It's long and uncouth.
Can't wait til I hear it go splat!
11/16/12
(An apology to all animal lovers. I really do not
want to kill it. I love animals too. I just want the
germy rodent out of my house, and I want him to
stay gone!)
For Andrea's "Show Me the Funny Part II" contest
Categories:
germy, cute,
Form:
Limerick
The Lemon Wedge on the Rim of Your Glass
By Elton Camp
Exposure to germs isn’t always a blight
They make the immune system work right
In normal living, we get all that we need
But lemon wedges all good sense exceed
It’s quite likely that you are going to find
The lemon picker scratched his behind
Washing lemons, restaurants say they do
In most cases, the claim simply isn’t true
Lemons are dirty when they enter the door
In the café, they’ll get contaminated more
Slicing is done with hands germy as can be
And the knives used aren’t of bacteria free
The slices are handled with glove or tong
Think that and you’re usually very wrong
Servers pick them up with hands unwashed
And against the glass rim they are squashed
With pathogenic bacteria your drink is spiked
The risk of getting sick has just been hiked
A recent study found bacteria such as these
Pathogens from skin, saliva and even feces
Even when it’s “No lemon” that you say
It may appear on or in your drink anyway
Drinks lemon-free really ought to remain
If from drinking germs you would abstain
Categories:
germy, food, drink,
Form:
Rhyme
Remember the old story about money making the world go around?
Not anymore!
Credit cards are a way of life now.
People have no idea what to do with cash money.
Dirty, hand exchanged money.
Ugh! Who wants that grubby stuff?
Germy, grimy, sneezed on
Bad, cold-infested money.
Yuck!
No one wants to take it.
Knowing the possible germs
It has been exposed to.
Measles chicken pox, mumps probably
All traveled through society on the backs
Of dirty, grimy, greasy, dollar bills.
Credit cards are so much
Crisper, cleaner.
Credit cards for everyone!
At least most of them are
Only handled by one person.
Even my 87-year-old mother
Who swore she would never have a credit card,
Has to have one so she can order on Amazon.
She lives in a small remote town with
Few stores.
Money?
Bah, humbug!
Not for our society.
Credit cards is where it’s at now!
Categories:
germy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
There is a part of me,
an obscure mossy part
that is an underlay,
a lichen-like carpeting
of scud and muddy surf
that some might call soul.
Within that membranous sub-coat
neither devils nor angles live
yet there are creatures
and they merge and mingle
swapping their miniscule bodies
with each other
just to scurry hither and thither
as different aspects
of a microcosmic awareness.
I think sweet St Francis would have
seen through me.
I believe he would have blessed
my animalistic sub-existence
while teaching each germy,
parasitical, symbiotic
cellular organism of mine
how to knit together
the shape of God
in this filmy mire,
this gathering swarm
of innate holiness.
Categories:
germy, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
How did you get here, little one?
You are such a contrast to these dead leaves and sticks
They are gray, tan, and ugly
You are a misfit in the world of the unseen.
You usually fit onto a rearview mirror of a car.
I cannot see anyone wearing you as an eyepatch
I doubt you fell off someone’s backpack.
Wait a second, here is a thought.
A persnickety camper who attaches an air freshener to his backpack?
I smile at this absurd idea.
Should I leave you here for others to discover?
Or should I pick you up, risking my life, for you might be germy.
Playing it safe, I take a photo and leave her there to delight other writers.
Categories:
germy, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I am a mouse, black as a shadow
I may enter your house
I am a mouse
I search first for shelter and habitation
I then nibble tear up and ravish and destruct
I gnall and munch and eat off your food
I can make you do a funky dance when you enter the room
I can't be germy and nasty if given a chance
Did I mention and tell you we can come together and dance
I am a mouse
1/15/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Categories:
germy, adventure, analogy, animal, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Don’t bury me in an eco-pod
for I am biodegradable already.
Don’t bury me in the earth,
or animal feces I might birth
nor in lead
because while lead is harmless to the dead
it is after all lead.
Don’t bury me under stone,
beneath a stone all alone.
Bury me in fermenting compost,
you may leave my feet
sticking out just for laughs.
Yes wormy me, good an
germy, awfully squirmy,
until all is dank and smelly,
the I will grow roses
out of my belly.
Categories:
germy, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Challenge poem number 13
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The flu is pounding
In my head
I took this challenge
And type from bed
I really hate to lose this quest
A challenge at sweethearts request
Challenge Poem # 14
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Oh precious children came for dinner
But brought along a vicious sinner
A raging virus, now we're ill
With fevers, coughs and such a chill
Next time I'll make them wear a mask
And social distance up to task!
Poem Number 15
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The vaporizers running
And I am sore not funning
When I say so are our noses
Like disgusting germy hoses!!
Categories:
germy, sick,
Form:
Rhyme
her neihbobors pollen
caused her to sneeze
it made her angry
and she fell to her knee
oh god this
damn pollen
what the hell will I do
it's everywhere
she rinsed off her car
and she continued to sneeze
she washed her hair
and said oh god please
she cursed every grain
she damned every one
she Cursed the meteorologist
said he thought it was fun
damn you all
and damn the medication people to
damn let spring be over
i know you feel the same way too
germy germy people!
Categories:
germy, anger, anxiety, character, music,
Form:
Bio
His healing power will heal you in times like this. If you believe all your problems and worries will be fix. Ventilators and Iv parasites your human form but our savior and creator will erase that germy storm. All things are possible if you just believe, hold on to hope and his healing presence will flow through his created leaves. A warm feeling is not your temperature installed but it is your Holy Spirit who was called. His healing power goes higher then his own creation. Jesus Christ will heal this earth’s birth pain detection. Everything will heal in his glorious name.Their is no doubt that he wants everyone to feel the same. So live another day and be free from ill and let our Savior and healer heal. God Bless!
Categories:
germy, blessing, creation, god, health,
Form:
Rhyme
A nurse saunters by
wearing all black
even black nursing shoes
I never saw that before
The ones with super hero scrubs work with children.
But which patients does she work with?
Do they think of her as a real nurse not wearing white?
Questions to ponder as I see masked bandits
enter in and out of doctor’s offices, sharing this germy common room.
Categories:
germy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Grotesque green grandpa and grandma goblins gratifying greasy gravies.
Gregariously greeting grateful guests who are going goat-herding in Greenland.
Glimpsing grievous grandchild who gobbles greasy gravies greedily,
Grandma and Grandpa gives Gabe, their gallivanting grandson a glimpse of
Grotesque germs giggling and gallivanting in grease. Gabe is good-natured
as he gobbles, and gasps at the germy gunky gravy.
Categories:
germy, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
The most clever – yet so firm
Plotting more scheme is what you yearn
Schemes, snares, you're going for the fiery burn
Ruining good apples with your germs!
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
Gleefully striving not having yet learned!
Whimsically strict and forever stern
Infesting people with your dirty germs!
What wage – in the end – might you earn?
When having wasted your time transmitting your germs
Capturing innocent souls under vile terms?
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
I watch you there among the ferns
Shrivel and curl and horizontally squirm
With a loaded conscience full of your own toxic germs
Filling up to the top your internalized urn!
What might be your horrid fate
As of this very day or as of late?
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
What else do you believe you merit or deserve:
A beautiful eternity on reserve
Or the painful sores of an infinite burn?
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
I wish you not any harm of fiery burns
But,, I compel to leave you a warn:
Drop your schemes even those unborn!
Germy-Squirmy Little Worms ,
Ruining good apples with their toxic terms ,
Often place themselves as fishline baits
They often do not slumber…but stay up late
Scheming and plotting
Of more apples for rotting!
Only to find that the early bird
Gets the worm
Gulped back down to the earth’s center core
Having pinched themselves by their own opened door!
Once heaven is lost – challenging it is to return
Count your losses – O Little Germy-Squirmy Little Worm -
If you return with illusive ideas to scheme to Heaven’s gates
Without walking the narrow road
Without your germy dirty overload!
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm
Stop the squirming and the roaming
Be still and remain silent
Return at once to your private dorm…
Categories:
germy, sin,
Form:
Free verse
There is a part of me, an obscure mossy part
that is an underlay, a lichen-like carpeting
of scud and muddy surf that some might call earth.
Within that membranous sub-coat
neither devils nor angles live, yet there are creatures
they merge and mingle swapping their miniscule bodies
with each other just to scurry hither and thither
as different aspects of a microcosmic,
yet ever growing awareness.
I think sweet St Francis would have seen through me;
I believe he would have blessed my animalistic sub-existence
while teaching each germy, parasitical, symbiotic
cellular organism of mine how to knit together
the image of God in this filmy mire.
Categories:
germy, poetry,
Form:
Free verse