Best Hygienic Poems
H2o, showers does cause colorful flowers on earth to greatly bloom
It is on the atomic table: this of 2 hydrogen atoms and 1 oxygen
It being the transportation medium for all nutrients needed
Vital for all living cells absorbing their daily organic sustenance
H2o, in fruits juicy gushing gushers are oranges and watermelons
It assist us with our hygienic health and cleanses clothes
There in the sea we can do swimming, snorkeling and surfing
Grapes, of red and white wine fluids facilitate taste bud pleasure
H2o, in a human’s body is about 65%; that is liquid water
Steam vapors are in turbines and in steamboats and ship generators
Rains at cold temps produce unique snowflakes that falls to earth
Rivers and lake reservoirs are fresh water access and storage
H2o, in life, love, living and leisure, all is connected
Recommended is the drinking of it at eight ounces per daily usage
Medicines and milk and mangos all contain this wonderful substance
This transparent, pure, refreshing, and very much liked and is needed
A dedicated ode to “the gloriously created and greatly used H2O
Categories:
hygienic, life, water,
Form:
Ode
Shining in hygienic walls
A flawlessness hollow
Stiff and gray
On metal tables
Rested upon unkempt hair
Recollections merge
Into torpid puddles
That exquisite beauty
Now shattered
Engulfed entirely
By conclusions of separation
I leave with you
A vinyl sack damp and thick
Sealed shut
Superfluously removed
Categories:
hygienic, introspection, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse
(Double Nonet)
In poverty there are blessed the lives
Hygienic weather is far fetched
Yet happiness in their blood
No mask and hand washing
Lacking of good foods
Day nights death news
Yes, nothing
Can do
Them
Their
Struggle
For the life
Builds confidence
Teaches adverse act
They manage anyway
No disappointment kills them
Let victory shine their hard world
Where snobbery disease never comes
22.05.2020 Chattogram
Categories:
hygienic, life,
Form:
Nonet
I WISH I WEREN’T A SPIDER
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I wish I weren’t a spider, not even my relatives are a friend
Getting close to another kinsman could bring a lethal end
We're not a glamorous group, we are hairy and scary
We set up snares and spin webs snagging the naive n unwary
If you visit my web I’ll spin you into a tailored silky cocoon
In time I’ll drain you, you’ll end up resembling a sun dried prune
Now I ask you, is that a hygienic way to earn a living
I hide in nooks n crannies, my bites totally unforgiving
Most of the time you’ll get a little fever maybe some pain
But the fright that I cause is so impossible to contain
Now, I’ve got kin in a place called the land down under
Being not aware of their presence is a fatal blunder
In South America we are big, hairy and lightning quick
We hide in holes, when prey ambles by, our pounce is slick
In the jungles we can spin webs several meters across
Snagging creatures n eyeing them as they struggle n toss
No escape: some will become a gourmet’s month long meal
Spun silks are sturdy, flexible, elastic, yet stronger than steel
The mating process is a venturous trip with fatal chances
We’ve got to lure and subdue her into hypnotic trances
Being lucky enough to catch her, turns into a dangerous ordeal
After impregnating, I got to be quick or I’ll be her next meal
She’ll get her comeuppance from babies carried underside
They’ll rapidly devour her; how she lived is how she died
Now I ask you is that a commendable way to exist
We will never be included in any preferred list
But if I were a butterfly so fragile n brightly colored
I’d flit from flower to flower, sweet nectar easily devoured
I’d be regaled, loved and showered with daily praise
I’d be included in children’s books on the front page
Categories:
hygienic, allusion, butterfly, children, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Cognizant of COVID 19 and its harsh impact
on global welfare it has seriously attacked
midst health threats with economic sabotage as grievous fact…
we pray: Oh, God, enable us so we can with Your peace, rightfully react.
Gripped by this novel pandemic
causing us to fear, worry, and panic
leading hearts to become pathetic or pessimistic…
we ask: Oh God, intensify our hope as we trust You to heal* the sick.
Trusting Your supreme hand over global changes and every country
believing Your omniscience upon signs of times in world history
acknowledging Your perfect will against this current misery…
we trust You oh, God, to keep us shielded inside Your compassion’s victory.
Exposed to separation-angst of those fellows within “lockdown”
witnessing community quarantine for affected city and town
experiencing difficulties brought by this virus with so-called crown…
we plead: Oh, God, uphold our faith; cheer us midst our frown.
Informed, warned and educated to stay calm above this grim reality
vanquishing fake news, but spreading kindness, marked by sincerity
intensifying hygienic practice for safety beyond selfish purity…
we cling to You, oh, God Who is control of the situation by Your sovereignty.
*2Chronicles 7:14 If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
March 16, 2020
Edited on December 30, 2021
4th place, "Coronavirus (COVID-19)" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 12/31/2021.
Categories:
hygienic, christian, courage, encouraging, environment,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
If my behaviour is rude or objectionable.
What I need to learn to make it sustainable?
I studied surrealism and swathe me susceptible,
To concrete relations to develop surmountable,
But I temporize to learn your surreptitious gamble.
Then your religion adopted me a non religious,
And treated a birth distortion in human factitious,
Factotum a fait accompli not identifiable crush,
My soul is evil not a body needs purification by hydrous.
My kindness and forgiveness converted me a feeble.
But hypertension shows me your hygienic hyperbola,
To curse my appetite not your spare to gain Lola,
You feel cold and hot and used me to assemble cola,
How can I excuse my children remember your Bola?
Categories:
hygienic, depressionme, me,
Form:
Sonnet
Theres no getting away from it,
no one is excluded,
sooner or later during
the course of the day,
everyone has to use it,
it first came on the scene
in the year 1857,
when Joseph Gayetty
showed his new paper invention,
the consumers didn't buy much
because of the cost,
so Joseph did away with it
and considered it a loss,
then in 1890 the Scott brothers
came out with their product,
finally convincing the public
to get on the ball and a roll
to becoming more hygienic,
but in 1928 they had competition,
when Charmin arrived in the stores,
it was like having a softer twin sister,
who could ask for anything more...
then if you were around in 1978
who could forget this commercial,
"please don't squeeze the charmin,"
starring a Mr. Whipple,
and of course today,
there is a much wider tp variety,
that is on display at the store,
I'm just so glad it was invented
to help get to the bottom
of a some what stubborn society,
making tp on our shopping list
a number one priority,
and don't want to sound like a snob,
but thank God we don't have
to resort to still be using
torn out pages from
the Sears and Roebuck Catalog!
Its the toilet papers almost 160th birthday for all you history buffs out there!
(Something like that…not sure of the correct age!)
Categories:
hygienic, birthday, history, humor, tribute,
Form:
Light Verse
I believe that with faith in God, nothing is impossible.*
This anchors my dream certainly devoid of disillusion...
Full of hope, I pray for a miracle
as the Lord favors according to His plan
or if He in His sovereign wisdom approves, in His time.
In my dream... this scenario is vividly captured:
Waking me from my sweet slumber is my dear son
with his eloquent “Good morning, mommy” greetings…
Pulling me from bed, he props my hands for fervent prayer-gesture
and then he communes with God, talking to Him sincerely
seemingly oblivious of my presence.
Then he reaches the Bible and reads expressively
the third chapter of Proverbs, stressing verses 5 and 6,
“Trust in the LORD with all thine heart;
and lean not unto thine own understanding.
In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”
To my delight, he fixes himself up, not anymore seeking my aid
for his hygienic endeavors, and in eating his meals.
He enjoys school activities and church fellowships
as he testifies gladly about his accomplishments
concluding with “God is good to me.”
Indeed, God is gracious
for the wondrous might He has wrought
in our special child who is diagnosed
with global developmental delay.
Stricken with cerebral palsy, he cannot walk;
though he is now nine years old.
He struggles everyday
to communicate with others.
Now, fully awakened to reality’s truth,
I thank God for enabling me to trust Him fully.
As a volunteer social worker in our church orphanage
I cherish God’s fortification of my faith
while rearing and raising up,
nourishing and nurturing our special child...
with love from the Lord.
*Mark 10:27 "And Jesus looking upon them saith, With men it is impossible, but not with God: for with God all things are possible."
Revised on February 18, 2019
2nd place, "I Dreamed a Dream" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 2/20/2019.
Categories:
hygienic, appreciation, child, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
Among God-granted blessings I truly cherish
My pet cats from the precious list never perish…
They are the first animals I did touch with care
Where I got my first lesson about beast*-welfare.
When blissful play times engulfed our children-moments
And sometimes, we would delay hygienic engagements
Mom was there --- with our “cleansing” cats --- to reprimand
Warning “See the cats bathing themselves!” as command.
Then in my grade school, I had to pronounce “cat” well
Coaching me with English “a” I could hardly tell.
Since such language was new to me, I must obey
Uttering words having “sophisticated a.”
Now, varied cats of different colors I pet
As such, unto "Black Beauty Blest" my eyes are set
Her entertaining antics surpass her sweetness
Yet, warning me since her kittens need milk's fullness.**
From cats I gained one noteworthy truth … worth learning
Which Bible study taught me with wisdom’s winning
Such is to be circumspect, cautious with prudence
As cats do… to stay victorious midst foes’ offense.
*Proverbs 12:10 A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast...
August 11, 2018
**Edited on March 30, 2028 with the addition of fourth stanza
1st place, "Black Cat" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 4/3/2022.
5th Place, "Cat Poems" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin; judged on 8/12/2018.
Categories:
hygienic, animal, appreciation, blessing, childhood,
Form:
Quatrain
Calendar cats are the Pussy élite.
Silky or spiky, or butch, or effete,
Calendar cats are a privilege to meet …
They’re, oh! SO beautiful!
My Bubble’s a bit smelly, and he doesn’t seem to care,
And his poor old baldy belly has got ‘flying-away’ hair.
He quacks and he sneezes, and he dribbles ev’rywhere –
It’s not pretty at all …
Calendar cats have immaculate hair.
It’s sleek and it’s clean – not a flea anywhere;
But they’re paper, not real-life – it’s true, and you can’t
Hear them PURRing at all …
Bubble’s greedy and he’s lazy, and his fur gets up my nose.
He gets it in my dinner and he gets it on my clothes.
He isn’t too hygienic at all, BUT – he PURRs
Like a pneumatic drill …
My Bubble does nothing, and he does it all day.
When he’s not on my lap, then he’s still in my way.
He sleeps in my garden, and dreams of the old
Days, - when HE had it all …
But calendar cats only hang on the wall,
And when you need a cuddle they’re no use at all …
So I’ll cuddle my Bubble ...
Yes, I’ll cuddle my Bubble …
And I won’t want a calendar pussy at all …
No, I won’t want a calendar cat
At all!
This is a waltz (3/4) rhythm, and verses 2 and 4 are in double time (6/8)
Sadly, Bubble is no longer with us, but he did live to nearly 20!
Categories:
hygienic, pets, song-lyric
Form:
Quatrain
I only said it, to make you smile back
You wouldn't say it back
I like to shy away from the world
To silence the thoughts
don't have to think about the camera girl
With soft locks
Just stick my head in a book, my masking mistook
I think I killed the atmosphere
It's okay, it wasn't so great in here
Some say my vocabulary is full blown
And some say I'm a misanthrope
Oh ho, you couldn't wait to say hi
Is she looking at us? just smile and wave
I don't know what she's saying
Does she want us to come over?
You do it, now say it
Oh you disappoint me
She's a party girl if I ever saw one
And I only saw one in my brother’s black room
Air always smelled like a Hippie reunion
And I'm pretty sure they were all doing shrooms
She's a Rhythmic, non-cynic, hygienic class act
She likes to speak like a debaucherous Nazz
I don't know what I want
But I know what I need is her
Stay right here
I'll get the girl
Can't sleep as I think of a song
I can't remember the words but it went bom bom bom bom
my wind, my world
Ah, Those dreams with my girl
Ever notice in the life of your dreams
You're never self-loathing, or nervous or mean
It's so fine
Good times
All sorts of lives
With her hand in mine
Time and time again, I'm on the far side of Earth
They say it's different as you get old
But I doubt I'll stop myself from looking too dumb
Where is that so called spirit you speak of?
"Oh stop, you silly boy.
I told you I like you as a friend.
Oh is this for me? Why thank you.
We're still just friends.
Oh my now you say you love me.
We were just friends a week ago.
You're too attached.
It's okay, we all get that way sometimes.
Here, let's go for a ride."
"See all the boys think of me as a temptress
Like I use guys and make them do my bidding.
But you'll find I'm just trying to be nice.
We can't all be lovey dovey.
What's a girl to do?"
Feeling sappy on my own
I know someday I'd make you turn
Well it's the classical pneumonic state you're in
I can’t believe this wild wicked sin
It's in your genes, it's in your blood
It's 90 degrees
Let's flood flood flood
Time to do it tonight
Categories:
hygienic, angst, crush, desire, first
Form:
Ballad
Hey, bud, I see
you've got this
weird type of paranoia,
fearfully believing
that all the germs
are scheming to kill ya,
that's why you don't
trust bottled water,
not even tequila;
and you rely so much
on the power
of your disinfectant,
toward a slight smudge
on the doorknob
you're intolerant
because to you it's
the plague
lying there lethally dormant;
nothing wrong with
being sanitary,
with being hygienic,
but yours is a worrisome
worrying, bordering
on the psychotic,
soon you'll be scared
of inhaling air,
boy, that's gonna be tragic!
Categories:
hygienic, funny, people, places,
Form:
Terza Rima
Enabled by God for this day’s fulfillment bliss
Meeting Him in sweet fellowship I should not miss.
Morning prayer and Bible reading nourish soul
As prioritizing the Lord remains my goal.
Thanking the Creator for breath of life so free
My spirit basks in worship’s praise with gracious spree.
Hygienic routine comes next along body care
Marked with exercise-sweatings for physique’s welfare.
Supplied with nutritious feast by the Almighty
My appetite succumbs to fresh breakfast bounty.
Fortified now for multi-tasking challenges
Ready am I to enjoy mother-role plunges.
Bathing my special child, singing “This is the day*…”
I delight in his milestones to manage his way.
Preparing him accomplish something beautiful
Instructions are repeated while he stays mindful.
With composure, I turn to my teaching venture
Facing learners whom I’m entrusted to nurture.
As a mentor, I have paper works for checking
Thus, time is gold upon strict schedule sticking.
Likewise, embarking in counselling takes much time
with my extra-mile duties midst ministry chime.
Phone-call Gospel sharing along discipleship
My heart engages with Holy Ghost’s partnership.
Granted assignment I cherish as joyful gain
For blest solo rendition, rehearsals must reign.
Culminating work hours is poem-writing pleasure
Unwinding my mind serenely against pressure
Then my spirit yields to Christ for restful sleep claim
While triumph by His power I humbly exclaim.
*Psalm 118:24 This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.
September 12, 2020
1st place, "All In A Day" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 9/16/2020.
Categories:
hygienic, appreciation, blessing, christian, day,
Form:
Couplet
Luscious Sausages Anyone
This early morning, I've viewed a most interesting video clip...
About how tongue licking tasty sausages are produced in the pink...
The latter half of the clip shows a very highly hygienic mechanical production line...
Complete with human handlers plastic suited, in face masks and with gloved hands...
It portrayed a super duper mass production environment......,
All clean and hygenic, all spick and spank, methodical and efficient...
You get to see fast producing lines of long strips of pinkish sausages...
It shows the stringent standards applied to have sausages properly sized and shaped...
There is both a human and a mechanical process to select only the best sausages...
Before they are packaged and stamped, presumably to be marketed thence...
Make no mistake, the production of sausages, a staple diet of the Caucasians...
Is undoubtedly undertaken by food manufacturers who adhere to the highest standards...
On hygiene, safety and countless other recommendations that meet all the existing food regulations...
After all, sausages are such a part and parcel of the fast food segments for generations...
But...
But people, if you watch closely the initial part of the video clip...
On how the tractor trough get ready all the processed meat...
Brother, be warned! You will be so disgusted that you may want to puke...
Seeing this clip, I can't help but feel extremely relieved....
For such a processed meat, be it sausages or burger patties or whatever you call it...
Does not featured on a regular basis in my family diet...
Now it is crystal clear why processed meat are are deemed extremely unhealthy...
Watch this clip and discover yourself why processed meat is so tasty yet unhealthy...
Sausages, pink and delicious, hot dogs and hamburgers, anyone?
@@ NOTE... a video clip on the production of sausages ,
from churned carcasses to packaged sausages...
Should be on the internet, look up on it and be educated...
Categories:
hygienic, anniversary, business, community, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
The peaceful place we were in before coming here
The comfortable bed we were on before coming here
Hygienic food we ate and drank before coming here
Beautiful surroundings we enjoyed before coming here
Same place we are from
The same bed we slept on
Same food we ate and drank
Same surroundings we enjoyed
Now it’s a world, the same platform for everyone
Of birth and death, anyone is comparable to none
Yet, we become different, we become hypocrites
We are haters; we love to live in revengeful treat
© Mahtab Bangalee
08 February, 2022
Chattogram
Categories:
hygienic, life,
Form:
Free verse