Best Sudsy Poems
the red glow so far away
so close, embraced
the burst of innervated dawn
restraining its awe
the uplift of a lemony-spring
sponge-squeezed from the sudsy sun
the faucet of quiet waters turned off
the aura of a red and white sail on the run
and my day’s just begun
just wait
until the unspooling of the supermoon
the sand dunes of midnight
dreaminess in the lightly rocking socket
infused with Panamanian water lilies
whereas my ears leap at the splash
of oar-rowed canoes
my eyes behold but a shadow of heaven
and i almost die right there and then
in my dugout
i awake to a blue ceiling with stars
hazardly close
unable to breach the barrier reef
i sink into my pillow
in stillness
asleep
6/25/2019
Categories:
sudsy, imagery,
Form:
Verse
You look at me and see a northeast highway after winter
Cracked, worn, roughened by conditions not meant to be endured.
I was once the most beautiful cobblestone pathway through a garden of ripe, unpicked fruit.
I was the apple whose sweet center no man could resist tasting
But you see affliction where held addiction.
You think my mind feeble, that thoughts slip through my brain
Like water through a child's fingers in a sudsy, post-playtime bath.
But I was once the network that ran every station in the steel-girded high rise
And ran the split level in the suburbs. I never needed to reboot.
A victim of time, still in her prime.
I look in the mirror and don't understand who that old woman is who gapes back.
I have long blonde tresses and eyes that rival Liz Taylor on her best day.
This, this is a shadow -- a black and white picture version of a colorful scene.
Inside I am 25, still as vibrant as the peacock whose feathers once graced my favorite hat.
I'm a tomb . . . of an ancient bloom.
February 14,2016.
Categories:
sudsy, age, career, change, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
Full title:
LIFELONG, MEANINGLESS MUSINGS MEAN EVERYTHING OF NO VALUE
aka
OFF THE WALL RAMBLINGS
After upscale meals, I know no relief
until I somehow pick my un-fancy teeth.
Serve me good food in my own home
and these same teeth leave me alone.
At work, when I am approached by someone
who wishes to run some questions by me,
I silently laugh at an image most fun –
question marks toting briefcases as they run.
When my hands are dish-washing sudsy
or toting a large box for some distance,
an air fairy enjoys itching my nose nutsy
until I concede and scratch it roughly.
Any new clothes I hang up that are white,
closet creatures beat with yellow chains
and their marks will not wash out of sight.
The more I love it, the more yellow remains.
Things do grow legs and then walk away.
I tend to nest surrounded by my stuff.
I will not move, but my stuff will parade,
decay, migrate, and evade me, sure enough.
There exist an invisible, rude agitator
who throws dirt inside my refrigerator.
Every week or so, this frig mini-meanie does put
grime, spots, ice-hard raised trails and odd soot.
My air fairy, closet creatures and frig mini-meanie were all to me, assigned.
I know this because I often move and still, it is where I go that they find.
... CayCay Jennings
November 24, 2016
Categories:
sudsy, humorous, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
There was a naughty girl, and the naughty girl was she
She worked a crossword puzzle, while she had her cup of tea
Poured another cup, ......she should get up!
for chores and roll her sleeves
She had much work to do, but her good intentions flew
like feathers in a breeze
Instead of mops and brooms, she would sing a cheery tune...
while she danced around the room..
Sudsy dish pans full....but Mother Nature pulled
her to the sunshine for a stroll
Her bed unmade, her bills unpaid,
But instead she picked a daisy
Beneath a sunny sky
......she heard the lullaby
of the birds that sing on high
She had meals to cook
but would rather look
at the snowtop hills nearby
So much work undone, and the dinner?......NONE!
But she fed her soul instead!
_______________________
For Linda Marie's Contest "I Am Bored With _______
By Carrie Richards
Categories:
sudsy, happiness, lifework, work, ,
Form:
Free verse
In the shower, in the shower
It all hits me with such power
While shampooing my long hair
As I soap up body....fair? ;)
There where laptop's not in sight
Words explode like dynamite!!!
There where my back needs a rub
When I don't dare leave the tub
There in my soapy sudsy best
Words assail me without rest
When I need my legs to shave
Words assault me, strong and brave
While my hands glide here and there
Poetic soul itself will bare
Poems of the "bardy" type
Come to mind with lots of hype
Once I'm done and towel dry
Can't write a thing, though hard I try!
Now I have this silly rhyme
I must increase my shower time
Or have someone just sitting there
Who has some time for me to spare
Someone who's fast on the keys
If you're the one, then tell me please
You're hired here, right on the spot
You'll be my scribe, "Forget Me Not."
Eileen
Categories:
sudsy, muse,
Form:
Rhyme
On either side
Of a crowded family dinner table
There are signs of ambition and resentment
Success and failure
Marked by those who pass
The plate
And those who only take.
A lighter than air blimp
Floated
Lazy circles
High above a City
Of breadlines desperation
As New York struggled
Through the Great Depression.
Hank was tough
Self reliant and hungry
Eager to impress
He washed
And waxed
His uncle’s car
Calloused hands
Carefully caressing
The sleek curves
Of a 1938 V16 Caddy.
Catching his reflection
In the chrome grill work
He ignored
The rough lines
In his face
Focusing instead
On the money
And power behind
The car.
Wet sponge
Going up and down
The rich’s man car
Sweat pouring down his neck
Pails of water
Clanging an alarm
Under an August sun
Having never owned a car
Hank
Was dismayed
When the wax
Clouded
Up
In the summer heat.
Well dressed
Republican
Hands on hips
Uncle was upset
At what he saw
Incompetence
Was wasted time.
The sudsy water
Drained away
Any hopes of
Hank getting a job
In his uncle’s firm.
The Depression was a disaster
For some it came sooner
For Uncle it came later
Packing a surprise punch
That was catastrophic
Uncle lost everything.
The house
The fancy parties
And the ‘38 Caddy with dual spare tires mounted on each front
Gone for pennies on the dollar.
Ever resourceful
Hank got a job as a clerk
In the US Patent Office
One day
He realized
Beef and potatoes
On a modest clerk’s salary
Tasted better than Uncle’s lavish dinners
The seeds of disappointment
From that summer’s day
Occasionally came back
To remind him what was meant to be
Thinking of his red faced Uncle
In a starched shirt
On that hot August afternoon
Hank broke into a wide grin
And ordered another plate of beef stew.
Categories:
sudsy, lifeaugust,
Form:
Narrative
Google it
...
Soap and plumbing shopping spree?
Several articles that all disagree
A hot one makes you look old
But few can tolerate the cold
Some “experts” say it’s best at night
Others consider bed-head fright
Don’t overdo it and do take care
Here’s a schedule to condition my hair
Soaps and scrubs all organic
Or just a sudsy bar in a panic
All these rules and regulations!
I don’t even know--what’s exfoliation?
Did my research and still haven’t started
Just...ugh! How do you turn on the water!?
Categories:
sudsy, funny, life,
Form:
Rhyme
An ocean filled with bubbles, a soapy sudsy sea.
A world unknown unto itself, destroyed by you and me.
The caustic agitation, beyond imagination.
Reviling empty cages, no words left for the sages.
A pretty playful paridise, neglected by so many vice.
For SKAt's contest.
Written June 21st, 2014 By Robert Johnson
Categories:
sudsy, earth, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
I am standing
at the kitchen sink.
Your house, bling
Don't know why
but I can't, think.
I am playing by
the rules
But they keep
changing
I have lost
my tools.
Where did I go
I was here
Last time
I looked
Before
my essence
preci'd into
sudsy soapy bits
Down the hole.
It wasn't a rhyme
about Alice
it was me
straight up
Against malice.
Do you prefer
the girl who cries
in her pud
The one you left
in South Park
She died
Deleted
in the dark.
It's a part of living
to clean up
my giving
I'm getting better
with every word
Clearing my head
setting the sword
I throw them down
one by one but
Paired is better
ask Noah
The go-getter.
I am making space
to take in more of me
And I know
I am not
Out of my tree.
Never changing
for hatred again
No one can cause me
any pain
I'm so cut up
there are no more bits
Big enough to fit
inside the slits.
Ill-fitting pieces
Meatballs from mince
Don't wince,
I know
Analogies so.
I hear with my nose
and smell with my teeth
And just can't find out
What's beneath.
Categories:
sudsy, abuse, confusion, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Wistfully watching by water's edge,
Shivering and shaking from cold,
I watched with weariness for a sign
Of small skiff without a hold.
Tearfully turning to walk away,
Knowing night wouldn't bring him home,
Ruefully railing at his resolve
To sail on the sudsy foam.
When wild winds wailed and rains rushed down,
Why would he willingly go,
Denying the danger of willful waves,
When well aware that I loved him so?
Morning mists found me making my way
To a single spot by the sea,
Longingly looking for sailor boy,
Hopefully, hurrying back to me.
I see a blimp, No, its my boy's boat,
Blissfully bringing him back
To the side of she who is wondering,
Whether to give him a kiss or a whack.
Written 3/25/19
Title chosen:r "By The Water's Edge
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
sudsy, weather, wind,
Form:
Alliteration
she bends over me as I sit yawning,
morning lazy at the blue kitchen table;
ever carefully, with a yellow potholder,
she gently holds, lifts the red pan handle;
slowly she pours steaming water
into my cup, filling without spilling,
the brown powder tosses tiny islets
out on the surface, floating, swirling;
and quickly these begin to dissolve,
the water looking like amber syrup,
as she stirs tiny circles with my spoon,
tan, sudsy whirlpool hypnotizes my cup !
Categories:
sudsy, happiness, hope, love,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Sunshine undulates across verdant plain
casting dark shadows ushering twilight zone
ringing athwart tree trunks
invigorating, joyously kickstarting,
and plenti revitalizing
bountiful nature buzzfeeding
vim, vinegar and *****
caressing, massaging, and palpating with
soundlessness inducing bub bully giddy,
and sudsy spongy schmaltzy
harmonic livingsocial kerplunk
also intoxicating this perk o' late
ting teetotaler, no longer ginger
who doth oft times ale
with melancholic funk,
whereat imbibing nectar
of the Gods with fulfillment
temporarily quicken ends euphoric,
albeit 'pon firm meant soberly drunk.
Ah...nothing more uplifting
than (Anita Bryant raisin eyebrows)
plugging sunkist orange treat,
this sensate being privy,
sans front row seat
agog at orchestral, festival, viz
choral paean courtesy sweet
flora and fauna feat
bequeathed to Mother Earth,
a requiem pulsating with heartbeat
pitch perfect exultation
glorifying spring days soon obsolete
ethereal, ideal, and
sensational tonic to gin
prestidigitation, qua
natural psychological helpmeet
pleasant distraction with intent to read
temporarily placating, needling craving
for Pete sakes daily
fix this news junkie,
trembling when complete
awareness he doth accrete,
where quite glum, how
civilization didst mistreat
planet, hence feeling downbeat,
especially haunting ghosts of
Native Americans drumbeat
signal harbinger debacle
i.e. environmental doomsday
soon fated extinction
sealed and complete
inexorably inching closer to reality
necessitating superman to defeat
global warming rendering vast swaths
uninhabitable as Gaia global
temperature packs tremendous heat!
Categories:
sudsy, appreciation, beauty, butterfly, earth,
Form:
Pastoral
We have a small pooch Zoe and there’s this dance she does
When the bathrooms steamy, the tubs all sudsy and drains is fill with fuzz
First, she gets these crazy eyes while the soap drips from her ears
Then her body starts to shake as she’s turned toward the mirror
Rinsed and toweled she pokes out her head from her little mummy’s tomb
And when she sees just how she looks excitement fills the room
She explodes just like a rocket propelled toward the sky
Then she runs and wags and rolls around and we laugh until we cry
She turns upside down and does somersaults like a circus acrobat
Then she spazzes out and climbs the walls like a naked crazy cat
Her tawny coat, soft and sweet, looks like a porcupine
And her graceful flag-like tail looks quite electrified
So, I ask my family, why she it is does this deranged dance
Its like she thinks her death is near and getting dry in her last chance
She discombobulates her body ‘til each last hair is dry
Then finally she settles down thinking she may have just survived
And she looks at me so lovingly with her kinky tossled mess
And I smile at her with my whole heart knowing her dance is the best.
Categories:
sudsy, children, funnydance, body, crazy,
Form:
Light Verse
Vicks Mentholatum. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I sometimes open the jar and stick my nose in for a little smell
Which turns into a big smell, a little on my nose, some around my
Neck, and finally I beg my husband to slather it on my back while
I saturate my chest with it.
This smell loves me, calms me, and nurtures me like no other.
I probably spent the first ten years of my life slathered like this,
It brings back memories of mother, warm cocoa, soft scarves, and books.
Nothing opens my soul up faster than Native American flute music. It brings
out my wolf wild side. I want to run to a cliff and howl at the moon. It takes
me instantly to Sedona vacations, turquoise jewelry, kachina dolls, bringing the
American Southwest into my heart, and healing the sad places.
Almost everything I see delights me – shiny things, natural things, new things. But the thing that makes my heart sing the fastest is the sight of my grandchildren. Any one of them. I have ten, and it does not matter which one is coming toward me. There is a surge of happiness that leaps through me in a boundless joyful way that cannot be described. It is a craziness that must be lived and felt.
Beans will be the death of me. My favorite tastes all include beans. It is a toss-up which one
I like the most – jalapeno peppers stirred in refried beans, barbequed beans, kidney beans, pork and beans, and ham and beans. I salivate when I think of any of these. It is a spontaneous reaction that I have never been able to quell. When I was a child we ate lots of beans, so maybe that is where this is coming from. I have no idea. But I know these are my favorite meals. I am a cheap date.
What do I not like to touch? The list is tiny. I am a tactile learner. To teach me, you have to let me grab it, shake it, spin it, toss it, catch it, and rub it. I touch wallpaper, woodwork, and metal file cabinets in offices. I touch ants, rocks, flowers, grasses. I hug trees. I hug people. I am a professional toucher.
Possibly my favorite touch is warm, sudsy bath water after a trying day. I immerse myself, washing off sadness and disappointment, thinking of the Vicks Mentholatum which I will slather on when I get out.
Written: July 27, 2018
Entered: My 5 Senses Contest Sponsor: Viv Wigley
Categories:
sudsy, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
She bends over me as I sit yawning
morning lazy at the kitchen
table;
ever carefully, with a potholder,
she gently holds and lifts
the pan handle.
Slowly she pours steaming, gleaming
water into a cup, filling
without spilling;
the brown powder tosses tiny islets
on the rippling surface, floating,
swirling,
disappearing as they quickly dissolve;
the water turns into amber
syrup;
and she stirs tiny circlets with my spoon;
tan, sudsy whirlpools hypnotize
my cup!
Categories:
sudsy, wifewater, water,
Form:
Rhyme