Best Liters Poems
Colonoscopies aren't all that tough
though ONE is one MORE than enough!
And besides all the sh&t,
here's the worst part of it:
Guzzling liters of salty gross stuff!
NOTE: Truly the drinking a gallon of the "drink" the night before was the only hard part. And THIS thanksgiving, I am very grateful that the results of my test were PERFECT!!!
Categories:
liters, health,
Form:
Limerick
They drank too much at a watering hole
Three gals lost their wits, went out of control
Men ogled and flirted
Desires so perverted
The girls checked out before meeting each troll
But three liters of wine quickly passed through
So their journey home went a bit askew
Their kidneys had been filled
An urgency instilled
They needed release, but there was no loo
As they coasted up the seaside highway
All three were suffering in much dismay
They had to park the car
Alongside a “wet bar”
On a rock jetty the trio did stray
They complained how easy it was for men
Jan wished she was a rooster, not a hen
With their backs to the sea
Pants down, they took a pee
Before they got home, they did it again
* Based on a college experience and written May 11, 2014
Categories:
liters, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Living the Dream
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
From Hobart to Cape York from Perth to Sydney
And all the cities, towns and country in-between
I am visiting places on this Island I’ve never seen
Experiencing the highs and lows and living the dream
East and west of the great divide a picture so different
In the west the landscape so bruised, dry and parched
With the drought lingering and causing so much suffering
People so resolute and tough don’t know the meaning of giving up
East of the divide a picture of greenery as far as the eye can see
Not feeling the hardship of life unlike their cousins on the other side
Here the cities and country towns are vibrant and alive
For the mountains hide the devastation on the western side
Thousands of kilometers and thousands of liters of fuel
Not to mention the thousands of dollars well spent
With my Ute and van I’m able to greet a new day in a new place
So every day is a new adventure called living the dream
So many new and old friends I have met and greeted
Lots of campfires and happy hours under the stars
Filled with stories of travel, adventure and friendship
The memories of which will stay with me fore-ever
So many places I have been, so much I have experienced and seen
The sea of sugar cane from that stretches the eastern coast
The beaches, the forests, the mountains, the flora and fauna
All visited and reached by manmade roads that stretch from coast to coast
The country music musters so enjoyed by so many travelers
The buildings and relics of old so rich in fame and history
The diverse cultures that live on because people care
Are just a small part of living the dream in Australia
I will keep travelling as I follow the ribbon of tar
For every day I wake to something so different
As my life unfolds towards an ending down the track
I’ll sleep with the memories, I’m living the dream.
Categories:
liters, adventure, , western,
Form:
Free verse
This is for Andrea D. who asked for my Cow Gas poems. I have at least one more to
post. Look for California Cows. Mike
Cow Gas
I’m putting my cows all on Beano
With the veggies they eat – oh the gas
Eight hundred plus liters of methane
Each day through each cow does pass
Either that or get funnels and tubing
To capture the gas when it comes
And convert my gas guzzling auto
So on methane alone will it run
If cows can do it, why can’t I
A tube, a tank, and by and by
I’ll generate enough to fry
A burger on my grill
While it won’t get me very far
Were my gas used to run a car
The world would label me a star
For doing what I will
But if everyone would do their part
To capture each and every fart
That through your system did depart
Global Warming would be a chill
Mdailey
Researchers say the slow digestive system of cows makes them a producer of
methane, a potent greenhouse gas that gets far less public attention than carbon
dioxide in efforts to fight global warming. When we got the first results, we were
surprised. Thirty per cent of Argentina's (total greenhouse) emissions could be
generated by cows,' said Guillermo Berra, a researcher at the National Institute of
Agricultural Technology. Berra said the researchers 'never thought' a cow weighing
550 kg (1,210 lb) could produce 800 to 1,000 litres (28 to 35 cubic feet) of emissions
each day. Greenhouse gases are widely blamed for causing global warming.
Methane, researchers say, is 23 times more potent than carbon dioxide in trapping
heat in the atmosphere.
We can probably do the same with the typical human male. It would be no less
complicated and probably no more uncomfortable than a colostomy bag. And while
the typical male may not generate enough gas to run an auto, it should be enough
to run a gas grill on the weekends. Think of the savings and the contribution you
would be making to the war on global warming. As you all know, girls do not pass
gas (or so they tell me) so only the male species would be able to contribute in this
manner.
Categories:
liters, animals, satire, science, visionaryme,
Form:
Rhyme
Bananas and green beans,
a lot of other healthy things.
I’ll probably get some soda pop
and I think we need a new wet mop.
If the cart has room for a new TV
I’ll splurge and get one just for me!
Frozen pizza is on my list
and 3 2-liters of Sierra Mist.
I can’t forget shampoo and soap,
That’s all my shopping for today…
Categories:
liters, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Water, in a protein sense,
salt and other substances,
make up plasma, which, in kind,
account for half of blood's design.
A mammal's blood is red and bright,
-from oxygen, when mixed inside.
Because of an iron-filled kind of protein,
Hemoglobin, it's red and glowing.
Red and white cells fill the half,
oxygen rides in small red rafts.
Compared to white, the reds are many,
born from marrow, good and plenty.
Blood supplies glucose and acids,
while carbon dioxide wastes are banished.
Coagulation is the body's repair,
as hormones message when damage is there.
It regulates the body heat,
hydro-mechanics, just like a machine.
Blood makes 7% of your weight,
red cells live 120 days.
The white cells clot the blood on site,
they help by killing parasites.
White cells come in different types,
some kill bacteria, and fungi,
allergic reactions, virus cells,
tumors, pathogens as well.
If only we could go within,
to see a white cell's origin.
We could show our gratitude,
for those that keep us strong like new.
Our health is their only mission,
their ranks are in the immune system.
The heart drives blood throughout the body,
from the ventricles, to the arteries.
-Back to the heart and through the veins,
ventricle, artery, lungs, you could say,
the blood travels far, and this would be truth,
it takes 30 seconds to complete it's route.
Oxygen brought in must be spread around,
While carbon dioxide is what's carried out.
The vein is a valve containing the waste,
which is pushed with help from muscles in legs.
Arteries branch out as smaller roads called,
Capillaries, just one cell thick is their wall.
The blood must be slowed to allow the breakdown,
of substances, nutrients, eat up the chow!
Blood is classified in 200 groups,
you inherit whichever your parents gave you.
The most common kinds are "A" "B" and "O",
Some have "A" or "B", and some people have both.
It's important to know, should you need more blood,
a bad combination will make it clot up.
Blood brings to life almost every creature,
-we could not be without, those...5...liters.
Categories:
liters, education, family, children, health,
Form:
Free verse
with ravenous intentions, their clothes getting tossed about
before retreating to seclusion under virgin white sheets
chests heaving, bodies writhing, lips locked and never parting
frolicking over and spent, he on his back, her on his chest
a few remaining kisses venturing up his chest to his collar
the warm breathes expelled from her lips exciting his skin
silently baring fangs, she takes hold with both hands and teeth
still love drunk, he lies unaware of the life fleeting from him
each warm, ichorous mouthful of vital fluid tightening her grip
nearly drained, he can feel the fleeting pitter-patter of his heart
all the strength he can muster to shed his aggressor is no match
his life flashing and vanishing before his eyes bit by bit by bit
after drowning herself in several liters of lifeblood, she releases
gasping and groaning as she raises up, whipping her gossamer hair back
staring paralyzed, his vital fluid running down her chin, neck and chest
arms weakly outstretching, lips moving but words having difficulty escaping
arms collapsing, eyes closing, labored breathing as death's veil draws near
the light of his eyes growing dimmer, dimmer still until all but gone
her hardened nail slicing at the wrist of her unnatural pallor stark skin
providing a lifeline to her future child, trickling over his pale lips
dry mouth opening, tongue slithering to take first taste of his new life
in a mere instant, he can already feel a degree of psychosis taking over
strengthened and frenzied, he raises up and leeches onto his new sire
the holy grail of madness emptying and replenshing his once vacant vessel
Categories:
liters, dark, fantasy,
Form:
Narrative
An alternate track is via Illinois River (from
Chicago), to Mississippi, up the Ohio, and then
through the Tennessee-Tombigbee Waterway
(combination of a series of rivers and lakes
and canals), to Mobile Bay and the Gulf.
Commercial tug-and-barge traffic on these waterways is heavy.
Pleasure boats can also enter or exit Great Lakes
by way of the Erie Canal and Hudson River in New York.
The Erie Canal connects to Great Lakes at
east end of Lake Erie (at Buffalo, New York) and
south side of Lake Ontario (at Oswego, New York).
Statistics:
The Great Lakes contain 21% of the world’s fresh surface water:
5,472 cubic miles (22,810 km3), or 6.0×1015 U.S.
gallons (2.3×1016 liters). This is enough water
to cover the 48 contiguous U.S. states to a uniform depth
of 9.5 feet (2.9 m).
Although the lakes contain
a large percentage of world's fresh water,
the Great Lakes supply only a small portion of
U.S. drinking water on a national basis (roughly 4.2%).
Winter 2009–10 was somewhat mild, the precipitation
was below normal for Great Lakes Basin.
Mean lake levels are thought to be slightly below or
at their levels of 2009. An ice jam in February 2010
dropped the level in Lake St. Clair. Since jelly roll more 'in jam
was removed the level has come back to its average.
As of March 2010, the lakes were at the level, or slightly
below, where they were in March 2009.
The combined surface area of the lakes is approximately
94,250 square miles (244,100 km2)—nearly
the same size as the United Kingdom, and larger
than U.S. states of New York, New Jersey, Connecticut,
Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Vermont, and New
Hampshire combined.The Great Lakes coast measures
approximately 10,500 miles (16,900 km);
however, the length of a coastline is impossible to measure
exactly and is not a well-defined.
Categories:
liters, adventure, america, beauty, blue,
Form:
Pastoral
Standing across the road from the church where I was confirmed; a teen
Blue jean jacket and jeans, Converses, I felt pretty cool with a pack of
Marlboro reds in my pocket, blue tip matches..
It was time away from tending the flock of sheep back home, and my regular
after school job supported my later habit.
Perhaps I wasn't that bad, seems as though I was not getting caught smoking
in the bathroom.
Deep in those Appalachian hills I wondered at times as the rain would come, I
would grab my old jacket to take a walk. Funny how that warm summer rain
was the ailment, my mother in a distance calling me back in, and my: "I'm
fine Mom... Just taking a walk".
Farm life was not hard, not so much a lady until later years. It
was the eighties, Finding myself on those sleepy little streets of the Village,
where they roll up the side walks at five pm, and every once in awhile, when I
felt the coolest of my cool, all by myself, I'd take a Marlboro out of my jacket,
strike a blue tip off my zipper and toss it.
The farm got foreclosed on in my adulthood, no lambs
play king of the mountain, butting each other off the huge stump in the rock
in the pasture.
I walked back to that sleepy little Village when I came back not long ago, My
blue jean jacket and jeans, converses, Marlboros and blue tips.... The village
was a ghost town, nothing open but a pharmacy that had opened thirty years
ago it was a store in a bank building that Bonnie and Clyde hit, and closed it
on down.
I was rather amused with the vault open, storing two liters of Pepsi
there, browsing at the sunglasses too long with the elderly working, I was
asked if I was going to buy something. I said well, you took out the fountain
coke machine, so I guess not, I walked outside the door, lit a cigarette with
my blue tip, and slowly walked down the side walk, the sun set different,
shadows fading Of used to be's, they never mattered to me really....
Categories:
liters, culture,
Form:
Back Then...
~In your eyes love once showed~
Dilated visions of a ethical soul
~In your smile her heart did grow~
A steady tempo with a trusting flow
~In your touch passion poured~
Beyond liters of love is to feel adored
~In your arms she was home~
Feeling secure her love would never roam...
~Now... she's lost and can't find her way~
Pledged Allegiance to a heart shallow and decayed
~No longer home by your side~
Deprived from her solace in a matter of days
~Her voice not heard, pain builds inside~
Everything once given has now been taken away
~Resentment builds as love becomes a maze~
Scriptures of advice now in a haze
~Foundation crumbles on lies built~
Momentarily she stands afflicted with guilt
~She’s stricken with doubt, fear and question~
Reaching for tools to destroy yet yearning for repair
~She is in despair~
Collabo
Lay
&
"Allen Poe"
Categories:
liters, angst, confusion, hope, life,
Form:
Rhyme
At thirty-five imperial gallons
Or one hundred fifty-nine liters
Match a barrel of crude
Which every day, millions you export
To the disappointment of all others
Fellow citizens, to whom your gluttony assaults
Still, to Mother Nature
We should be grateful
Despite much energy resource
With which they generate poverty
And all sorts of mistreatment
Each and every corner I turn
In this concrete jungle
I face myself with a sad panorama
Where the crowd
Restless, complains
Of the public treasure, that old rogues
Without fear fleeces
O flabbergasted, but indifferent
How many of you
In the restless crowd review yourselves?
Categories:
liters, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
An alternate track is via the Illinois River
(from Chicago), to the Mississippi, up the Ohio,
and then through the Tennessee-Tombigbee Waterway
(combination of a series of rivers and lakes and canals),
to Mobile Bay and the Gulf. Commercial
tug-and-barge traffic on these waterways is heavy.
Pleasure boats can also enter or exit the Great Lakes
by way of the Erie Canal and Hudson River in New York.
The Erie Canal connects to the Great Lakes
at the east end of Lake Erie (at Buffalo, New York)
and at the south side of Lake Ontario (at Oswego, New York).
Statistics:
The Great Lakes contain 21%
of the world’s fresh surface water: 5,472 cubic miles
(22,810 km3), or 6.0×1015 U.S. gallons (2.3×1016 liters).
This is enough water to cover the 48 contiguous U.S. states
to a uniform depth of 9.5 feet (2.9 m).
Although the lakes contain a large percentage
of the world's fresh water, the Great Lakes supply
only a small portion of U.S. drinking water
on a national basis (roughly 4.2%).
Winter 2009–10 somewhat mild, the precipitation
was below normal for the Great Lakes Basin.
Mean lake levels are thought to be slightly
below or at their levels of 2009.
An ice jam in February 2010 dropped
the level in Lake St. Clair. Since the jam
was removed the level has come back
to its average.
As of March 2010, the lakes were at the level,
or slightly below, where they were in March 2009.
The combined surface area of the lakes
is approximately 94,250 square miles
(244,100 km2)—nearly the same size
as the United Kingdom, and larger than
the U.S. states of New York, New Jersey,
Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts,
Vermont, and New Hampshire combined.
The Great Lakes coast measures approximately
10,500 miles (16,900 km); however,
the length of a coastline is impossible
to measure exactly and is not
well-defined measure (see Coastline paradox).
Categories:
liters, america, appreciation, beautiful, boat,
Form:
Free verse
Tandie no longer smiles, tandie no longer smiles, The deceptive reflection of the mirror only displays Effusive images of their smiles and laughter.
their momentary pleasure shattered a lifetime Of her dreams of raising three songs and a daughter.
No mental serenity can overcome her tormenting reality. The disfigured contours of her body display her bruises.
Her elders are quick to deprecate her broken soul to the Visual connotations and effects of the clothes she chooses.
she is domiciled in a world where the furrows on her cheeks are the only accepted signs for grievance,
They have renditioned her joy and choose not to question what's in its place.
they do not hear her silenced attempted to scream reduced to mare whispers as the echoes of their piercing groans replay.
they do not hear her silenced attempted to scream reduced to mare whispers as the echoes of their piercing groans replay. Over and over and over again until the very pounds of her heart resemble his and his and that other man she
never got to see.
The merciful liters of the sea could cleanse the stench of their sweat or the hot
Breath that caressed her tender shoulders shouting all kinds of names That conformed her to everything she would vowed never to be.
She often lays awake in search of edification from this endeavor,
But her minds only paints pictures of a world where immorality is Justified and such vile creatures are applaud not appalled.
Justice is only for just us until your liberties are taken, she admits as her innocence is taken forever.
We are slaves trapped by our dreams and blinded by our ambitions to take Note of dimmed stars and to see the depth of the darkness in her frown.
We rush to cling to our inefficiency as consolidation for refusing to see her’s So if you ever see tandie passing bye know that she is the conception and Manifestation of a broken world and a reality we have chosen to accept as our Daily life.
Categories:
liters, depression, hope, world,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
They start you out with sips
and then they move to quarter cups
starting when you're little
but then it's never enough
pepsi as a drug.
All through your childhood
inching to the top of the cup
and when it finally gets there
you've switched; a glass to now fill up.
pepsi as a drug.
And from that glass a can;
a can of your very own
but still you eye that 20 ounce
to have the cap as your very own.
pepsi as a drug.
Soon a dependency forms
you need it to stay awake
you're chugging two liters three times a day
to end your parent's mistake.
pepsi as a drug.
You end up old and diabetic
disfunctional kidneys and liver
but still you love your pepsi
soon your body wont handle all that you deliver.
pepsi as a drug.
Categories:
liters, funny, drug,
Form:
Free verse
The Liquid Gold
In different forms of state it exists
Ice in polar zones and mountain peaks we see
Not only fresh and flowing it is in our rivers,
But also salty and static it is in ocean and seas
Vapor blown by wind from lakes form rain in the hills
Water the most precious substance given by Mother Nature
A clear flowing substance with a flat taste
Useless it may seem, when we don’t need it
But precious than gold it is, when we lack it
Great distances people walk, when searching for it
Conflicts, injuries and death have occurred, when craving for it
Us all, we are not only required to save it, but also protect it
Water the most precious substance given by Mother Nature
It’s not only required by living things,
But also a lot of it required in building and heavy engines
Lacking it for a week the whole house stinks
Its lack does not only affect our health, but also our economy it slows
Not forgetting its catchments were points of interest to early kings
Water the most precious substance given by Mother Nature
Tens of liters we waste when we leave a tap running
When we pollute rivers and lakes, aquatic live we are harming
By protecting our Catchment areas, thousand s of lives we will be saving
Since it’s given to us for free by nature
Let’s learn to save it and use it well remembering those without it
Water the most precious substance given by Mother Nature
(By Waweru Ngugi)
Categories:
liters, nature, water,
Form:
Rhyme