Best Jug Poems
Pottery jugs big and small
Flowers in abundance one and all.
Sometimes roses, lillies too,
Daisies white with a yellow hue
Birthdays weddings, anniversaries too
out comes the gug both bright and blue
To house the flowers sent by you.
PERHAPS HE’LL FIND THE PLASTIC MILK JUG WE THREW AWAY
TODAY
My family demanded “come on and take this car and park it”
Oh heavens, wifey poo, what happens if we’re late for the market
I really didn’t want any more loud conversation and neither did she
And to see if I was close enough to the curb she actually measured it accurately
So we go through the islands of rising prices
And the snack aisle was arranged by a demon’s devices,
We passed cookies and cakes, bread and bottled water
And of course condoms for our sixteen year old daughter
Our daughter is hyper-concerned with what we do today
She checks out the products and what the ingredients say
While little Billy is acting silly on isle six because that’s what children do
And he gets Fruit Loops or he’ll hold his breath until his face turns blue
My little girl said “this one is made of glass, and this one is made of plastic|
Dad, please tell Billy to be quiet because the situation is drastic
Glass can be recycled but plastic will be here for my great grandson’s great grandson to find”
Then the cashier asked “paper or plastic” and my daughter said “we brought a cloth bag
because recycling should be in every heart and mind”
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
Please help me save this puny planet that pathetic people are pissing or puking upon
purposefully........ in good shape for Mr. Travis Ian
I stare at the milk jug and it makes me think of a lovely morning
The jug you made looks so good and so soul warming
I know it's just a simple ordinary everyday thing
But when I look at it, it gives me an unexplainable feeling
It makes me think of warm sunshine on my skin
Bringing a glow to my soul a warm feeling from within
Makes me think that a new life for us will begin
And that the love we have that is as pure as milk will win
Staring at the jug I get a craving to ask for a mug
Shout fill 'er up with milk, it's natures healing drug
And then give the lovely artist a great big loving hug
She deserves it for creating this wonderful milk jug
PERHAPS HE’LL FIND THE PLASTIC MILK JUG WE THREW AWAY
TODAY
My family demanded “come on and take this car and park it”
Oh heavens, wifey poo, what happens if we’re late for the market
I really didn’t want any more loud conversation and neither did she
And to see if I was close enough to the curb she actually measured it accurately
So we go through the islands of rising prices
And the snack aisle was arranged by a demon’s devices,
We passed cookies and cakes, bread and bottled water
And of course condoms for our sixteen year old daughter
Our daughter is hyper-concerned with what we do today
She checks out the products and what the ingredients say
While little Billy is acting silly on isle six because that’s what children do
And he gets Fruit Loops or he’ll hold his breath until his face turns blue
My little girl said “this one is made of glass, and this one is made of plastic|
Dad, please tell Billy to be quiet because the situation is drastic
Glass can be recycled but plastic will be here for my great grandson’s great grandson to find”
Then the cashier asked “paper or plastic” and my daughter said “we brought a cloth bag
because recycling should be in every heart and mind”
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
Please help me save this puny planet that pathetic people are pissing or puking upon
purposefully........ in good shape for Mr. Travis Ian
Don't destroy the jug
That gives you water before
unused, give a hug.
When my jug is full
And over flowing
You are always around
But when my jug is empty
You are nowhere to be found
My jug is empty
If you are on many roads throughout New Jersey,
you will see something of a peculiarity.
These are things many out-of-state drivers fail to see.
If there are any left turns motorists have to make,
a jug handle turn to the right they have to take.
Some persons behind the wheel still try to make a left turn.
These are the dummies most people would like to burn.
Accidents and delays are caused by these fools.
Have every one of them attend driving schools.
Not every hugh is huge
Five special minutes with Horace Hugh
And what I picked from the short stay huge:
Not all the blokes who bear Hugh are huge,
Sometimes the name like a subterfuge.
Under Hugh the little takes refuge
And neatly starts to act like a stooge:
Political rivals link with some drug:
The making of an Election Thug!
One can guess Horace Hugh is not huge
But could you believe his house is huge
While he sleeps elsewhere deemed a refuge,
The police dogs there a subterfuge?
Just imagine it: a house of rug
And used cups in it a kings jug.
Jug
Half full
Of my love
Here tomorrow
Full
One made of Bonn china, somehow, gets a great attraction,
In steel and glass and plastic and bronze... lo, how many forms!
There's a creative artistic beauty in each faction,
Indeed, the craftsmen, in mind and heart, have their unique norms...!
I had one made of glass, in sky blue, a few years ago,
I had saved it like an antique valuable for long;
One day, lo, an absent-minded carelessness I did show,
I dropped it and broke; how long had I regretted my wrong...!
Jugs I have, now, a few in brass, steel, and Bonn china,
I consider them precious and see to their protection;
Yet, when I hold any of these a thought like angina,
Enters my heart and digs out my old buried dejection...!
As Images of God, humans continue the creation,
A jug too, like other gifts, can bring inner elation...!!!
I know who could have your grave dug,
Your life stop with a reserved slug
Just for bearing a water jug
And treading on his Persian rug...
Not that jug's content you had spilled
But you have his trust in you killed
In his heart carved a wound not healed
Of the things he'd seek: Battlefield!
The chap who could seize someone's mug
And let it a great deal him bug
That one couldn't off the idea shrug...
What a Persian Rug protector,
Self helping with Lie Detector.
No.75 -makes me think that a whole chapter of Frankenstein is missing
where he made a dog from a spare foot
No.76 - looks like a fart travelling backwards
No. 77 - i think he can see the edge of his other eye round the back of his head
No. 78 - sounds like a vacuum cleaner on a ventilator machine
No.79 - looks like he was running for a bus that stopped too quick