Best Launder Poems
IN GOOD CONSCIENCE
Heavily tread, are those small fractious steps
On the stairs to my own peace of mind
The sound of transgressions that I'd rather forget
is the pounding of a most clamorous kind
The dialogue I'm having, within my own self
drums on the door of the closed minded truth
I try to rewrite scripts, shoving back on the shelf
But the turbulence shakes them loose
No matter, how buried, how deep I will hide them
My conscience can shovel them out
That child inside me, denies what was done then
But can't deafen the voices that shout
I profess to regret many sins I've committed
The most difficult task is one of admitting
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Revised 4/6/13__
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(Original Poem....Diminished Hexaverse)
MY CONSCIENCE
heavy on the stairs
the sound of my thoughts-
my own voice resounds
and pounds on my door
of solitary
the dialogue
within myself
never perjured
is translucent
I profess
to launder
past regrets
if stains
can be
cleansed
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2/14/11
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Both poems submitted for Roy Jerden's Contest: "Makeover"
Why vote for governments
That uses you
That abuses you
Confuses you and refuses you
Why vote for governments
That doesn’t respect or defend your rights
And fight with all their might’s
Why vote for governments that are not contrite
And feel their evil doings are alright
Why vote for governments
That steals the meals off poor people’s plate
Yes I know you can relate
You lobbyist and you rich conglomerates
You leaders brought this world to this state
You closed equal opportunity gates
You email-gate, water-gate, racial profile, hate!
You collaborate to devastate by inaugurate debates
And brain washing mandates
You empty and launder it
The treasury’s financial reserves hey wait!
You vaingloriously defend your scandals eh mate
Yeh! You really forced me to explashiate
Against fractured cannibalistic nature politics
Syndromes of “eat ah food” government’s historics
Past and present, you categorize and polarize
Our society for your sooooole benefits
Eh why vote mate?
©Copyright August 27, 2014 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
They say I wait for you
Didn’t they see me vying
for another look at you
as they shut the oak wood casket.
They say I wait for you
But know that they are lying.
I don't save space on our bed for you
Just that, that side is sagged under your weight
They say I wait for you
I’m crazy, are they implying?
I don't launder clothes for you
Just that a half-full load isn't environmentally great.
They say I wait for you
That truth I am denying.
I don't set the dinner place for you
Just love how your plate matches my plate.
They say I wait for you
Why do they come here, prying?
To stare like I'm talking to the specter of you
Don’t they know you dozed off just after you ate?
Written on 05/10/2016
Re-entered for: Contest 'Denial' by Julia Ward
Today is a gift I dare not squander
My thoughts and feelings I do not launder.
That I am still here at all is a wonder.
So many others have travelled yonder.
I feel like a poser vagabonder
Still, today’s a gift I dare not squander.
Here are a few safety tips that will help keep you & your family ssafe
When in doubt, throw it out: Throw out foods with danger-signaling odors. But be aware that most food poisoning bacteria are odorless, colorless and tasteless. Do not even waste a food that is suspect.
Use separate cutting boards for meat and poultry: Don’t use wooden cutting boards. Bacteria can live in the grooves. Sterilize cutting boards in the dishwasher. Consider buying separate colors for meat and fresh foods like veggis and bread.
Wash and disinfect sponges and towels regularly: Launder in a bleach solution.
Avoid cross-combination by washing all surfaces (including your hands) that have been in contact with raw meats, poultry or eggs.
Thaw meats or poultry in the refrigerator, not in the kitchen counter: If you must thaw foods quickly, use cool running water or the microwave
Do not put food on a plate that was used for raw meat or poultry: If you bring your raw steaks, chicken, or burgers to the grill on a platter, get a fresh platter for a final product
Mix foods with utensils, not your hands: Keep hands and utensils away from your mouth, nose and hair
These shifting poles, I sit and ponder.
As flocks of birds fall from the yonder.
But I have dirty clothes to launder.
I have no time for this.
Some Beetle's killing all the trees.
and something's swatting swaths of bees.
But I have to take care, or my pipes will freeze.
I have no time for this.
So cows eat corn instead of grass.
Some heavy metals in my glass.
I'm in a rush, I'm late for class.
I have no time for this.
On Fossil fuel we so depend.
In 2012 the world will end.
But I have frozen drinks to blend
I have no time for this
These things, they come as no surprise
As we blaze a trail to our own demise
As I sit here writing, I realize.
I have no time for this.
Giving billions of pounds to banks that just squander
Sharing bonuses and gifts, as they internally launder
To Mr Cameron, an alleged Prime Minister for the people
You work for us, do your job right, climb our steeple
Currently in our workforce, there are ten million or more
Aged over fifty, by the score, by the score
Pay them all a million, let's call it severance pay
Retire them early, ten million jobs now in play
With their monies they must buy, a brand new fancy car
Ten million cars ordered, a motor industry to travel far
A house they must buy, or a mortgage to pay off
A dying housing crisis sorted, no builders will scoff
To their kids who have become idle, youthful travesty
No excuses now, to schools, college or universities
So many kids will be removed, no hanging about our streets
Education being their answer, crime fixed, the ultimate treat
Buying fuel for their new cars, purchasing a few bottles of wine
Their taxes and expenditure, will leave the economy fine
What the tax payer has laid out, as they internally launder
Whom we have voted in, do your job, we'll grow fonder
Adapted from an email I received at work today.
They call you corporate?
Well then so am I
You’re that same guy I saw pass by
And cut your eyes in my direction
Like I was some kind of menace
But we’re both lawless
I run my world from where you wouldn’t dare
You run yours from that big corner office
Same hustle
Different size slice cut from the same seedy pie
The only real difference?
You run your sins from a hundred floors high
But you hustle just like me
Mr. White Collar critic
I may openly live it
But just like me
You push your product towards the weak and impulsive
So like it or not you’ve been right in it
Just like me
Supply and demand
Different trade, same plan
We target the same clientele
That same vulnerable man
Cause’ once that money changes hands
We both have no shame
All green money spends the same
You got your stocks, insider trade
I got my rocks
We’re both self made
You got your inside sources turned state’s witness
I employ the young and ambitious
Sometimes they slip up
And they too become snitches
So the flavor in your greed taste just like mine
Two people who at the end of the day
Pull up their britches in the same way
One crooked leg at a time
So you see
You hustle just like me
You got your “just in case” insurance
Stashed off shore, to be dispensed upon request
You launder
I make threats
Eventually,
What both of us want both of us gets
You keep a tight circle
I keep one too
But mine’s called a crew
In any case it keeps us less nervous
But they serve the same damn purpose
They help us sleep while our money stays in service
What I sell makes people believe they can fly
So yes,
My trade is predicated on a lie
But I guess
Your trade is just as cleverly disguised
It’s just that your lies are forgiven by less judgmental eyes
But both our business models have destroyed innocent lives
So in essence
When you stare at me
It’s like a mirrored view into your own scandal clad eyes
You know why?
Cause’ you hustle
Just like me
Copyright © 2014 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved
heavy on the stairs
the sound of my thoughts-
my own voice resounds
and pounds on my door
of solitary
the dialogue
within myself
never perjured
is translucent
I profess
to launder
past regrets
if stains
can be
cleansed
You're rolling in the green right now,
lying naked on a bed of lettuce
Got those nubile maids milking the cash cow,
as you float on tequila dreams,
thinking it's gonna last forever
Money laundering machine
keeps churning out
counterfeit business window dressing
While you sit on your bullet-riddled throne
with a drug kingpin flair
You killed the last man who sat there,
in that blood-red leather chair
Violence consolidated the business,
now everything is in your hands
Got yourself surrounded by a bunch of yes servants
No one to dare tell you
whatcha' doing is wrong
Who questions a man who sits on a bloody throne
Shop's open is the street song
24/7 traffic all day long
The money flowing in so fast
has to stay off the books
So you're now hiring
the best accountant cooks
You're now hiring
the best laundromat staffing
Those who know how to launder that money clean,
turn it into legit stock holdings
Got yourself surrounded by a bunch of silent, head nodding people
No one to dare tell you
whatcha' doing is wrong
No one to tell you
all that money laundering
ain't never gonna wash your sins clean
You never hired no one to tell you the truth ---
that your killing days are numbered,
and your soul ain't bulletproof
How ireful the noise of days’ lecture
Endlessly testing my patience bare—
And as I watch corollas of early moon
Flicker under an obscure skyline ;
I linger on to await the eerie frenzy
On a congested Highway 106:
The small dipper winks kindly
Where a certain piousness flows
Against the growls of angry horns--
That somehow, I begin to launder
My habitual ramblings and change them
Into one light of stillness --to savor
Breath’s rhythmic, free-flowing movement
When duskfall gifts me tolerance.
For John Hamilton's Best Free Verse
April 1, 2018 to July 15,2018 Contest
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Originally written 4/25/2018
Entered 7/14/2018
Lying in an ocean of her own blood
drowning in her own blood. Her lungs
burning from the bullet wounds she
never thought this is how her life would
end.
Her tears start to flow as she thought of
the years she spent slithering with
snakes. Her job at the BNB bank made it
easy to launder money for the
Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years
ago on June the sixth that her life went to
hell. Upset at the thought
of being late for work Kenya floored the
gas pedal. Weaving in and out of traffic
hoping she didn't get a ticket.
Arriving at the BNB bank right on time
Kenya rushed inside and greeted
everyone with a warm friendly smile. A
short while later the most
attractive man she had ever seen entered
the bank. Lost in his good looks Kenya
had to find the words "May I help you?"
He introduced himself. "Yes my name is
Malik Maxwell Williams. I would like to
open an account". "Mr. Williams please
follow me to my office".
Malik was in Kenya's office for twenty
minutes before making his departure.
Kenya made it up in her mind that she
would get to know Malik on a personal
level.
Kenya lived a rather dull life unto the point
she decided to get involved with Malik.
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red
Seven aka The Brown Philosopher aka
The Green Poet
Pray profound play
Loiter lame lines
Amuse align
Note noisy nay
PowerPoint preach
Loose lumpy leach
Ambient advice
Naughty notes nice
Picture poise please
Linger live liease
Aid acts appease
Nude norms notice
Piquant play plots
Looks launder lots
Apt apricot
Now nimble not
Pay proven piece
Lasting live lease
Action assigns
New notions nine
Peace plunders poise
Learn loving list
Apt alms assist
Nice naked noise
Pry proper plum
Leave lovely lump
Appoint apt aim
Notice nice name
Protest paves pour
Leave lazy lore
All acts allow
Never nice now
Prime plays proper
Loose lips lower
Amaze answer
Noose now never
Purpose plots plan
Looks leapfrogs land
Aptly attract
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Leon Enriquez
22 Apr 2014
Singapore
Woods launder no human friendship while freely growing.
Nature excels; man rebels - indeed, indeed, I cannot tell:
One sees a dell darken, then harkens the inward morning;
One seeks inspiration to bargain jargon all cities sell.
First spring then summer done, I am the autumnal sun,
Bright so no trees choke over man’s smoke-rendered shroud.
My life has been the poem such raw nature strummed,
Then strung with spun-flavors from a low-anchored cloud.
To a Marsh Hawk in spring, my poems would easier sing
Than within the circuit of this plodding life of society.
I was made erect and lone within a forest-toned scene
That soothed me with a song of nature scored in propriety.
POEM TITLES USED / HENRY DAVID THOREAU
1. Friendship
2. Indeed, Indeed, I Cannot Tell
3. The Inward Morning
4. Inspiration
5. I Am the Autumnal Sun
6. Smoke
7. My Life Has Been the Poem
8. Low-Anchored Cloud
9. To a Marsh Hawk in Spring
10. Within The Circuit of this Plodding Life
11. I Was Made Erect and Lone
12. Song of Nature
For time, space cannot the opportunity squander
With streaming video distant love grows much fonder
Magnetic beams glint through the wild blue yonder
Grainy, jittery images oft-forsaken hearts to ponder
Air waves blipping images through bleary transponder
Eerie prescience of the whole, but piecemeal shapes do launder
Irony, modern technology, 1930's Spanish cinema does corresponder
Crouching, girdled with adrenalin of a First Responder
Matted wigs, flat toupees across streaking screen wander
Silky-brunette locks dimmer; brown bangs look blonder
Shadows in a swirling blender, to homesick minds a bonder
Stealing a few precious minutes, then with love absconder