Best Hot Water Poems
hot water bottle
just a temporary cure
until his return
29/05/2011... 22:00
*wishful thinking on my part*
lol
My faucets run cold, what IS this about?
My hot-water-heater-tank pilot light's out!
Press down that red button and click 'til I pout
Then spew out a string (my religion in doubt)
My stove-top still lights, I can still take a bath!
Boil three piping pots full (I HOPE that will pass)
Teeter and totter like I'm walkin' through glass----
The stopper ain't stoppin', you STUPID dumb-ass!!
Grass thatch
Fire patch
High temps
Cool vents
Hot sun
Now shun
Skin burns
And learns
Suncream
Regime
Wildfires
Requires
Water
Torture
Flames out
Cheer shout
Firemen
Amen
Don't do
Bar B~Q's
12.08.22
* BBQ's have been one of the causes of wildfires (UK) with some shops now banning sales of disposable BBQ's.
hot water spring's heat
heals and cures sick and tired;
energy not lost
Haiku syllable count 5/7/5
There once lived a man
who smiled a grand smile
and danced a tune so sweet,
he loved the most beautiful of women
and wrote the most real of poetry.
He left the world listening to the hot water music
of the world
and time went on and he left a long time ago
so long, but they remembered him
as a good man.
The hot water music sings softly in the ears
of my own,
and those girls drink their sorrows in the bar
and danced on the marble dance floors
and the DJs and barkeeps leave their posts
and have a cigarette or a free beer
or fresh air outside
and they all hear and know of the hot water music
that at one time that man listened to.
And they all break glasses and paper plates
and dance on home,
and sleep at night
wake up at dawn
find themselves on another woman's lawn.
Tears fall from their eyes
and they say their goodbyes.
My source of gain for each day
is so soothing and warm of heart
this holds me up no matter what
fully satisfying in no small part
This bottle has ca spiritual dimension
effecting my soul so very much
keeping it filled to the brim
trusting for that divine touch
There's a constant boiling need
being red hot temperature-wise
touching inside your lukewarmness
pour out the heat before it dies
Looking in as the bottle's filling
it's literally so full of steam
portraying spiritual power within
now that's something you can dream
When your skin touches that heat
so soothing like His divine presence
bringing a real glow inside
my HWB makes a lot of sense
Bharata Natyam of the pole…
Excitement at the water hole
We all went down to the beach today; it was hot as hot can be.
The carpark was full, Dad got cross and my sister wanted a wee.
The picnic basket handles broke, our food tossed in the sand.
Then crunchy rolls, warm drinks and mush was all we had….and sand.
Our sun umbrella had a hole, our beachball was quite flat.
It’s just as well we had 15+ and Mum remembered hats.
So, we got settled on our towels, Dad blew our floaties up.
It’s great how blue his face can go, who cares? Surfs up!
The water was cold, still in we went, through seaweed long and gooey.
Until I screamed and threw a fit, I’d wrestled with a bluey!
Now Mum came running at a sprint, her fat bobbed up and down.
With all the beach bods looking up and Dad just looking down.
She dodged the eskies and the towels, weaving here and there.
But kids, dogs, buckets and spades, just didn’t have a prayer!
Well, little me was taking water when Mum and Dad arrived.
I’d fallen flat upon my back, I gulped to stay alive!
They got me out and brought me to, I’d passed out in a haze.
As they watched the lifeguard pick me up, yup one of my bad days.
The crowd it scattered and we saw a really yummy sight.
Mr Whippy had arrived, it filled us with delight.
The sand was hot, we did a dance to get the ice-creams back.
We just sat down to get stuck in and I wore mine in my lap!
When we were calm and all was well, we went off for a walk.
Along the beach and through the dunes but all they did was gawk!
My head was screaming from the aches, my feet all cut by shells,
Dad decided to catch a fish and YUK it really smells!
My sis’ and I began to build big castles in the sand.
I only wished she’d lighten up and quit stomping on my hand!
The sun was getting low and so we thought we’d call it quits.
‘Cause if we weren’t at home real soon, I’d rip my sis’ to bits!
The car was packed, we’re all ticked off, the traffic moved so slow.
The weather hot, the fan it broke, we had so far to go.
Now sis’ and I had had enough, she’d wet her pants again.
I couldn’t wait for this day to end so I could feel sane.
I’m thankfully in bed at last, I’m dying just to snooze.
I’m bruised, cut, sunburnt a lot from my Big Beach Day Blues
The little beads rise to the surface of her skin.
The skin that seems to have
'gotten scratched by the cat'
One too many times.
But as she goes to erase all evidence of her deflect
She feels it sting.
A sting she knows all too well.
Her blood feeling the tension of the gleaming blade against her skin
The sting comes and goes,
But here comes the hell hot waters,
The little voices in her head screaming for her to yell in pain, in anger,
something to tell people she's hurt
But she just sighs as the
demons come from the shower and cause havoc on her skin
Her fingers graze against her
scars as she is reminded of the the pain, the agony.
But she will sigh, as she know the hell hot water demons,
will soon meet her skin again
He came in,
Drunk again
He knocked the teacup from my hand
I was ten
Hot water burned
As he yelled,
I thought I told you to go to bed,
Warm tears fell
My mother called out
Leave him alone
He grabbed her by the hair
I could hear my mama moan
Helpless I felt
How to get away
Please don’t hurt my mother
That’s all I could say
Living in fear was a regular thing
In those days as a child
Who had not yet learned
Though I can forgive, I can never forget
How many times,
The hot water burned
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FUTURES IN HOT WATER PM2
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*Tennessean.com
Hot water crisis
Suddenly no hot water
We didn’t have hot water in my childhood
We had to boil water on a kettle
Pour it into a bowl, add cold water and wash
The vital parts.
It was when it was a communal bath, I discovered
Hot water in a shower and clean towels.
I wonderful moment.
Talking about water, there is not so much of it now
The summer lake near the houses is a hole covered with
Thistles and the river are a stony track.
Where I live now the water from the faucet is not potable
We have to buy it at the local shop, and it adds to
The household expensive.
I drink about two litres per day, and it cost more than cheap wine.
I refuse to drink the nasty, the residue of an empty, wine sold inboxes.
A cold glass of water in the morning is aa
Nectar, no one should be denied.
Hot water:
turns and frightens the world
even tomorrow?.