Best Make Clean Poems
When Hofmann stumbled across a new synapse,
serotonin underwrote a dopamine contract.
Cuddle or cringe, carnival or calamity,
worlds in one potent punch squared.
Blotter art doesn't pursue gallery status
rather to dissolve into a cerebral canvas,
with a sometimes recess from what is seen.
Lucy shut my eyes with a seven-hour kiss,
her slow caress gave me a new skin
that no shower could make clean.
Kaleidoscope giggles shatter reality
tickling permanent change, but on that night,
I felt the moon plummet and explode into a dawn
so that the sun could take it all away.
Nature! Nature! So luxuriant and Green
The wonder that everyone has seen
So cool, fresh and calm of life
Makes us forgot all our strife
People are not concerned about nature
Only bother about their bright future
I am hoping and wising
But our resources diminishing
The tree which gives so much to you and me
See trees are reducing one, two, three
We are losing our biodiversity
But, no one worries about this calamity
We need to do our duty
For saving nature’s beauty
Our future doesn’t have bleak
Make clean, green earth what we want to seek
BY – AVIKA SAINI
Rumination on the ruination of water
A pleasant clearing with lots of grains
but only a touch of water,
the trickle trailed through transparently
and so the migrating chickens stayed,
but as the flock expanded there emerged
the problem of the water flow
both quantity and quality
To waste means want, to change or to clamber on
the chickens debated cluck-ed and scold-ed.
Two sided and entrenched they were,
what option did they have, to move was foolish,
would cost resources the time invested to purify
much more worth a look, but studies said
categorically, that nothing was amiss,
while the trickle trailed through translucently.
They washed and scraped and pooed some more
and the trickle it did change, it now trailed through turgidly
and the chickens scolded and sickened.
Desperation enforced decision and debate resulted in action.
Powder was bought to make clean water but, there was no mixer
…and the costing was extorting… time for emergency measures!
Hang the cost and go for broke, debt for future generations.
Dig and scrape and make a lake! …well at least a puny pool or pond…
providing clean and clear; crystal and ethereal,
surley this would be achieved.
But before the water could reach the middle it passed
through mire deep and dense, there was no clause
in the contract to clean it and so;
the crystal water became a beautiful emerald. That it was a
pulchritude, a positive feature the chickens were assured
by all of economic sense and ability. No one wanted to argue
because they weren’t quite sure what it was they were told.
But still more scolding and sickening.
entrepreneurs began to stock their medicines and cures
the chickens bought them and rather than shift stayed in their rift.
That place downstream that plants had cleaned, lay green
and fresh and forsaken. When this was raised they were horrified!
¨We would die!¨, the chickens did cry,
rather than drink downstream of this mess.
So they did.
Except for the rooster who retired downstream, still visits above
to scrape and to scratch. The grains grow huge with their liquid food
and, with a mist in his eye, he transcends the loss of his friends.
©T.Arnold
Defenders Endangered
Citizens unite spirits; choose the better part!
Life, God given, stolen by greed’s black-heart.
Industry progressed far beyond the pushcart.
Thus, setting some selves apart as better…smart.
The endangered protecting the endangered –
Compassion fettered by solutions gartered
The courageous, methodically hindered,
Lacquered lives, wildlife “murdered”, man endangered.
Watch helplessly, complaining; or take action!
Bail out nature ravaged; write a new caption.
“Defenders of Wildlife go for Gold Bullion.”
Shield dying manatees, turtles, and sturgeon.
Animals flailing, ruling leaders failing,
Minds disarrayed, inside folks are crying.
Did we get to this place wanting and buying?
Priorities, pocketbooks…are folks lying?
Take it to court to find solutions in short.
Killing is no game…business…or sport.
Drilling in the gulf BP must abort.
Then pay to all people for life they did thwart.
Struggles in nature hurt in various ways.
The chow chain is altered…less food at buffets.
The airways go stinking as wildlife decays.
Meanwhile the culprits squander words on sashays.
What will it take to make clean up occur?
Will a boycott of products stop endless banter?
Cook by the campfire; let adventure flicker.
Keep sights on God; infrastructure may fracture.
Lust not for things, but make God man’s desire.
Cut back on comforts; let creativity inspire.
Love one another; make family your empire.
Or face the last days and the cleansing with fire.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 29, 2010
Poetic Form: Rhyme (A series of four line monorhymes.)
Hard pressed
Make clean the street filth
Cost of water, rising through rain
She sheds her scales
One eye then two
An onlooker then be four
Sounds of stream and myth
Flowing, breathing
Scattered shoes and gin
Steam uplifts like clouds
Roses and jasmine lightly in air
Swirling drain
Wash, wash, wash it away
Only beauty now to be shared.
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
I have stripped dead Papa of his fingers
And thrown him like Romulus himself.
'Your sins are forgiven; go in peace.'
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
Many men have died so I may clutch Salem,
I wonder has any land soaked more blood
I wonder could a land be less Holy.
'Your sins are forgiven; go in peace.'
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
I confined them for two centuries
and locked them in in darkness.
'Your sins are forgiven; go in peace.'
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
I have let my force make clean children
dirty
I have told those who need to,
not to protect themselves, and they die.
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.
'Forgive me, Father, for I can not, you have sinned too much,'
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rootbeer
There be termites on me wooden leg
I've got me parrot on me shoulder
That I've hatched from his mama's egg
I've forgotten where I buried me treasure
My map's in me treasure chest
I thought it would be much safer there
Don't judge me, I'm doing me best
I just love the smell of the salty air
The seven seas, I long to be
Hoist the anchor and raise the sails
It's a pirate's life for me
The skull and crossbones are on me flag
And I live by the pirate's code
Me scurvey crew will swab the deck
To make clean me humble abode
A pirate's ditty ye asked fer
So ye can take this to the bank
But I'll be tellin' ye now if I don't place
I'll make ye walk the plank
One of the worst things you could do
Would be drinking and drugs too.
I know you don't want to listen, I know you think I'm an old fart
But please believe that I wish I didn't start.
I've lost my memory, its melted away my brain
Go ahead throw your life down the drain.
The problems I now face I only have my self to blame
I pray that you listen and never do the same.
It took away my problems, it made me feel good
It made me feel better than my life ever could.
With my head in the sky I was a god amongst men
It was sick the way I treated women.
Violence and drink go hand in hand
Yet its cannabis that is band.
Hemp is an amazing product, it could do everything we need
It's only illegal because of the Banksters filthy greed.
It helps me to focus it takes away my pain
It's helping me fix my broken brain.
Do your own research I hope I planted a seed
You can even kill cancer, just with a bit of weed.
It can make clean paper, plastic and rope
It really does give this planet some hope
Pollution, climate change and toxicity
We have to make clean many a city
Virus free culture and civic amenity
If possible we vacate the earth kitty
So that a complete sanitization
Ensures the safe future generation
DNA of alien species will teach
Intriguing character of creature each
Let’s create a plan prolific
Profound and divinely stoic..5
Space fiction is not just a story
For imagination has its glory
What we work becomes our identity
Gushes out at an opportunity
Scriptures preached very clearly
Universe has all species dearly
The unlimited version of Lord Almighty
The universe ever expands in vicinity
Merely a celestial body or an object
Has always been a thing of subject..6
Where there is a will there is a way
Let us make breakthrough come what may
Space being a subject of mystery
Its exploration needs many a mastery
A cosmonaut is not just a space traveler
He is a doc, scientist and propeller
Of most sublime projects and mission
And many a novel marvelous expedition
Newton’s 3rd Law matters everywhere!
Or just in Solar System superior..!!..7
Boyle’s Law is omnipresent or..!
Charle’s Law has limits afar..!!
We can understand very handy
If space is explored in a way dandy
‘Spacing’ gets a new meaning grand
‘Spatial’ becomes the word special and
Do we find colossal success
Oozing with multiversal access
I mean in space if an alien appears
In front of me to give me prowess..8
A filth that wreaks a havoc, no ablution can make clean
Voices that stir echoes, a reason left unseen
Corruption of pureness, sickening of a mind
Like a needle needs a vein, or a man that needs his kind
A knife inserted slowly, penetrates my heart
Just yesterday beat strongly, before it came apart
I look back at the child who played without a care
The deep scars that you carved, only she can now repair
The privilege of my youth, you stole away from me
Possessed, maybe demonic, why neither did I see?
You had not been the evil, I envisioned, late at night
Caught off guard, a frozen fear, I did not even fight
You got just what you came for, satisfied, oh no
I'm down here for the count, your blow was awfully low
With every inch moved forward, almost over hill
My calm thoughts start to empty, distortion starts to fill
A deceitful web was woven, the mastermind was you
Caved in to your sickened thoughts, I bet this wasn't new
But kindness is NOT weakness, this child was not lost
Choice of prey was your mistake, sold you out, forsaking cost
I wonder if regret, eats away your inner soul
Or only sorry you were caught and thrown into the hole
My privileged youth you stole, your VICTIM, one time true
Gave myself the gift of Forgiveness, now VICTORIOUS, no slave to you
I love to wash the dishes
I do it everyday
Washing dirty dishes
Darlin it’s OK
It’s better than OK
I wash them all by hand
It’s always spontaneous
Never is it planned
Tend to wash the cutlery
Twice or even more
Always do this first
The greatest washing chore
Glasses and cups
Are second to make clean
To make them sparkle, with no stains
Drinking mugs pristine
Then I move onto bowls
Scrubbing all the plates
With the washing liquid
OH How it lubricates
Pots and pans are always last
To execute a clean
Scouring, rubbing, brushing
To only see them beam
There's always dirty dishes
I wash them everyday
I love to wash the dishes
And put them on display
On the drying rack
This work has come to end
For others to dirty them
To do it all again…
when you dive into the sea you're an alien
atmosphere you cannot stay within
the waters surface their o zone layer
a suit to breathe limited time stayer
you cannot adapt and set up settlement
just observe and take in the experience
convoy as a pack and soak up elements
all the while just a full visual sense
to sea creatures you arrive otherworldly
on giant ships they can't comprehend
artificial materials not of the sea
appearing and disappearing no end
maybe smaller fish of trout and cod
consider us creatures of God's
but sharks and whales we're not,
present, absent and then forgot
for we can visit but they can't leave
we pollute the place they breed
or make clean so they can be
fish them up toward heaven believed
appear powerful and able to control
when really nature holds the cards
understanding with knowledge whole
could believe us Gods, when really retards
Everyone helped clean up after dinner.
Dad, Mom, brother and me.
Mom created the casserole.
Daddy baked the pumpkin pie.
I set the table.
Brother washed the floor.
We all worked together.
In 1962 we each took up a chore.
We felt needed and loved.
Working together, we would sometimes sing
In 1962 the entire family worked together
To make clean up an easier thing.