Best Janitor Poems

Unquotable quotes: The Janitor, Gardienne, Landlady, Housekeeper, Portero, Sereno and the Hausgast –XXXii Part Two

The duties of the Housekeeper in the U.K. par rapport au Portero in Spain or the Gardienne in France is that the former is a sort of “official” who supervises the...

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Unquotable quotes: The Janitor, Gardienne, Landlady, Housekeeper, Portero, the Sereno and the Hausgast – XXXI  Part One

Be they so named or not in these here parts, visions of shrieking furies with Gorgon heads and frightful temple-guardian Dvarapalas and Gothic Frankensteins with blood-dripping fangs and...

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The Janitor
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

He takes the wipe and aims
At the drip of urine
He looks and concentrates
With deep ambition to
Wipe it clean and dry.

He marches proudly up and down
And flushes clean what's left behind
He walks here and there
And wipes whenever he can
He keeps it clean.

His face is...

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Joe the janitor,
was working at area 51,
as usual till
there was no more sun, 
when suddenly the power went out,
got a flashlight from his janitor cart,
and quickly finished mopping the floor...
Noticing the now unlocked
highly classified door,
knew he shouldn't go in,
but his curiosity did win,
and saw a...

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not down by the schoolyard
but trapped in janitor attire
shiny specks revealed beneath 
his dust
he OWNS it!
and controls
sweeping motions and
one more arm circle,
still not tired.
But cells shift into what
Kandinsky couldn't describe
in ever so many words
and so many COLORS.
Puff of breath reaches one arm out
once more
lurking around...

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He's a hard worker,
Charged, Oh! Heavenly laden,
Of stick and broom....

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What a stockbroker did to a man was humiliating and demeaning.
He constantly laughed at a man because his job involved cleaning.
The stockbroker thought he was better than this man because he was a janitor.
One day he had taken enough of his crap and he knocked...

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When the owls are out of town
his studded boots kick-up featherless hoots.
He is the creak and groan of tired wood,
The splutter of an old aircon
yet more;
all inexplicable noises belong to him.
He crawls through crawl spaces to prop up places.
A chunky phantom who tinkers with gurgling...

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As corporate cogs go home for the day
Offices empty, regaining their still. 
Serene and reflective, sweeping away 
Janitor’s magic unfolds, if you will.

His footfalls echo as the dusk falls fast, 
Away from the noise, he’s working the night. 
Crucial starry role in a one man...

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In our congress there's a sleeper cell. 
They'll not cherish our moment of silence
for the three thousand souls that fell~
They despise the colors of our flag...
the blood that was sacrificed for their right
to talk smack and wear those fancy rags~

They've no respect for our history
they...

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Though I am but a Janitor
Roger White
A dim yellow light filters the tiny room with shadow and pale glow.
In a bucket - trickle, splash, whirl, woosh, trickle.
The door groans and quietly latches. Wheels squeak, rubber soles shuffle slowly on tile floor.
A little lost, a little...

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When the owls are out of town
his studded boots
kick-up featherless hoots
from struts, studs and props.

He is the creak and groan of tired wood,
the cough and splutter of the A/C.
yet he is more;

all inexplicable noises belong to him.
He owns each nook and cranny
rents out crawls-spaces 
to...

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CHEERS FOR THE JANITOR

I suppose I may be found in cluttered closets
Or in empty rooms after hours I’m prowling
Cleaning up so many unmentionable deposits
That’s partly why they say I’m often scowling

My job is neither management nor education
Just all the manual tasks that others do reject
It’s...

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Did you know
At the community hall
The janitor cleans
For no pay at all

Quietly cleaning
Day and night 
Crumbs and wrappers 
In his sight 

He never complains 
He just gets on 
Busily cleaning 
Til all is gone 

Modestly staying 
Out of view 
He seeks no praise 
From me...

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The dead roach with its upended crinkly legs
has been lying in the windowsill for at least four weeks.
I would get rid of it, except...
nothing has amused me for years half as much
as people's horrified reactions when they notice her.
This poor ugly black dead thing.
I have...

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