Best Maintenance Poems
A stunning woman, so beautiful and polite,
But causing concern, I'm thinking twice,
My girl puts my credit card to much use
Tantamount to severe financial abuse,
Although, I do enjoy her other vice.
Maintenance
There once was a wife who wanted her husband
to maintain every single thing in the house.
"Maintain the plumbing why don't you?" she nagged
And on and on she nags, from sun up 'til sun down.
"Where are my red satin faux fur slippers, she cranked
in unison with, "Oh, bring me Scruffy now!" and "Let's
not forget my Pierre' water boiled with lemon zinger tea.'
Then one day the husband retorted, "I'll maintain the plumbing
as the toilet paper situation needs to improve greatly around here."
And as his voice trails off..."I won't let the door hit me in the a**...
and you'll get
Maintenance!"
I’ve lost it. I’m exhausted.
I can’t handle another day of these
Auditory hallucinations. Doors creaking
Open Voices carrying around basins.
These days with no sleep
are starting to
Become costly,
to my overall health.
Wait, do I need help?
Hold up!
Grab a wrench!
grab your tool belt!
We’ve got to get this girl back to
Stellar mental health !
Wait, I’m not a machine?
I said to myself
They said it’s okay ma’am
We’re trained in these sorts
Of matters better than anybody else
Feeling stressed you say, take a shot
Of vodka while we take a look at you
Right away
A little elbow grease and your brain
Won’t be on its knees anymore
You’ll be back on your feet in no time
Miss, we can’t miss with our new
And improved stationery kits.
Just relax and you’ll improve
It’s not like you’re the only one
Going through this.
MAINTENANCE
You maintain your house to keep It clean
You maintain your car so Its pristine
You maintain your physique, by keeping slim
You maintain your muscles In the gym
But the most important maintenance of all
Is to maintain your mind with positive thoughts!!!
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Maintenance culture
People and culture
Like bee and honey
Too much energy spent
In portraying a culture
Well believed as a way of life
In places
Maintenance culture
A culture far from humanity
Is a failed culture
A culture that promote humanity
Is worth an everlasting try and try again
Maintenance culture
We need to preserve our history
We need to preserve our Hero's past gone oh Africa
We need to preserve and maintain
All values of our accessors
They never laboured in vain
So we are to adore and keep
Their legacy a honour
Maintenance culture
Africans now I write to you all
Where is the maintenance culture
We once value
Now people don't care
So many don't even know their root
As an African
Our school don't even teach us
How important is to maintain
And preserve our resources
Is like we are just supporters
Looking so confuse and so scard
A lot we believe we can't Do
Oh African why have thou fallen
For babylon is and must always
Come after us
Maintenance culture
With out Africa I just wonder
What will be of the world
Before and now
Every one are friends to Africa
That makes me wonder
Who is an enemy as it is not
Written but the scars now we
Bear speaks a lot
Maintenance culture
Oh African we need to boast our
Ways
We need not change to other ways
That defiles our dignity
A lot we have
a lot we got to maintain
For already a lot we lost
So where is our maintenance culture
We once showed the world back
Then the days of our ancestors
Now why do we don't care
Destroying our selves
Fight and devaluing each other
Was not our culture
So now all you and I can see
Is a down fall that invite hunters
To devour all we got to maintain
Maintenance culture
If you are an African
I pledge you help maintain our worth
If you are not an African I pledge
Do Africa no harm
For already is enough all this
Evil shower around my continent
From out and with in
So as we all see we need a lot
Hands together oh brethren to successfully
Bring back our
Maintenance culture
Today
you look
like a peanut
assaulted
in a bad neighborhood...
Back in time
you dreamed to date
Brad Pitt
but he was taken
from Angelina Jolie
a true man eater
then you hooked-up
with a hairy biker
a body builder
who is about to explode
like a thanksgiving turkey
feed in steroids and cocaine
like a pig in an all you can eat
garbage joint
who goes crazy
and beats the crap out of you
at night
and early in the morning...
See
it's white snow
but dogs poop
on it...
(Rhyming Senryu)
Cold and careful hands
Dismantle love’s elements
Methodically
The eye detecting
Fragile fractured copper threads
Dispassionately
Concentrating fire
Melting metal, soldered wire
Mending circuitry
Testing, one, two, three
The current, interrupted
Now set flowing free
How beautifully
Cool flux and hot flame restore
Conductivity
Love’s analogy
Motorcycle maintenance
Electricity
by Gail
To Eamon
I followed you down that long straight road
Stretched through plain under sky
You with your boy and your bicycle
Me, with Despair in my stare and my sigh.
And we came to the Dante-esque crossroads
And watched as ghosts in machines drove by.
I had seen, of course, this show before
But not with you by my side
And the loneliness was lessened
With two caught on life’s cold neap tide.
Two sheep in the false wolf’s clothing
Of an alienating pride.
Trekking miles of running blacktop
Not knowing if to or from
Just keeping present with the moments
Of time coming and time gone.
And the twisted things that the intellect
Poured its poisoned moonlight on.
We stopped at a dusty layby
High and bare upon a bluff
And I felt suddenly false and foolish
Caught up in your family stuff.
Like a dog around a carcass
Who cannot eat enough.
Oh blindly I adored you
Your machinelike cold control
As you calmly dissected other lives
In a way that showed no soul.
And I thus refused what God had dropped
In my Buddhist begging bowl.
When we chilled out at the ranchhouse
I simply couldn’t see
That intellectualising
Was not where we needed to be.
That we cut ourselves with the scalpel
That was meant to set us free.
We were miles from that messy pump the heart
That overrules the head
When talk comes dark and throaty
Or gesture rules instead.
And the soft look of submission
Says the things that can’t be said.
O it’s hard to track the wolf man
Who hates being spied upon
And who when he sees it’s over
Thinks it’s easy to move on.
For the present’s lean and hungry
And the road leads from Babylon.
Yes it’s hard to see the wolfman
Ever watchful for the spy
Tho’ sometimes you will catch him
Under the fitful moonlit sky
On a road forever straightened
In his wide and suffering eye.
hoe poe hops, listens
long needle beak plunges in
fresh grub breakfast
My roof is immune to weather worries
since I got my Shingles vaccination.
HIGH MAINTENANCE TM
In their
unreal world,
women want high-end things,
like Louis Vuitton putting them
in debt.
Trademark - Quintain Poetry Sara Kendrick
Used How Many Syllables
12/20/20
High heeled leather pumps; the best will only do
In all different styles and colors; the most brilliant of hues
Gorgeous diamond jewelry; a temptation not to resist
Hone my very essence and surely enhance my wrists
Managing hair appointments; a color and highlight is a must
Angelic to the naked eye; beauty is what we lust
Imperfections not visible; expensive makeup applied to disguise
Neiman Marcus and Marshal Fields; fully stocked with vital supplies
Tanning bed awaits; a special bronzer first I must get
Enriched with vitamins and minerals; top shelf purchase let’s not forget
Nylons hosiery and lingerie; Victoria’s Secret now exposed
A variety of silk and satins; frilled with lacy garnished bows
New car smell in the air; a fast sporty convertible is what I seek
Candy apple red with adorning leather seats; all which I bespeak
Exhausting idea of being a perfect wife; beauty's the weakness on this path of life
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
MAINTENANCE
You maintain your house to keep It clean
You maintain your car so Its pristine
You maintain your physique, by keeping slim
You maintain your muscles In the gym
But the most important maintenance of all
Is to maintain your mind with positive thoughts!!!
On a cozy morning, with flying chutzpah, I sat before the door step of poetry knowing behind it there lies an ocean, where Bards and Keats and Shakespeares in disguise, swimming in vivid colors and I knocked the door with a pusillanimous heart, eyeing for their bit of beatitude. But,
my knocks are returned
panacea glimmered far -
Poetry Soup down
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The limericks piled in his yard
Made mowing and maintenance hard.
The blade would get stuck
When nonsense it struck,
The handle from hyperbole jarred.