Best Swabbing Poems

Swab
inside 
my nose
presses, swirls. Twinges,
twitches, runs like it’s bleeding.
I wait in lobby, till rest home screener
smiles. “Negative! Good to go!”
Grandmother, I only
do this
for 
you!...

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I've never twitted on Tweeter
nor am I an Instagrammarian
I've searched on Goggle
but cannot find MyFace on the interweb
I ask "how do I find the North...

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I've never twitted on Tweeter
                nor am I an Instagrammarian
...

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My car is really a boat.
I've tightened down the main mast,
And I'm swabbing the deck,
Staring at the plank,
Contemplating who to push.

In dreams, boats symbolize the...

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Shiver me timbers
What's going on
I was dressed as a pirate 
When I woke up this morn

I looked in the mirror
And let out an Arrrr....
I came...

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Practioner of cons, grifts, & rips.  
  Swabbing a deck on a sinking ships
Inexorable in persistence
 lacking all patience  
Or any social...

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True happiness resides within each of us

We alone are responsible for our own well being

It is so easy to blame external forces, people, or events

But...

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Speaking perfectly clear,
let’s be Frank:
Put the Zappa down — 
Don’t even remotely think
about changing the subject
Swapping, swabbing another
into your wax-filled ears
Why does your sleep-glazed eyes
love...

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A quiet man,
a good man.
An exquisite  artist
in 
watercolor.
Self taught.

As a sailor,
he was excused
from chipping paint, 
swabbing decks,
or peeling spuds
by lighting up
when the Chief Boatswain
barked...

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All that we accomplish for ourselves perish with us; all that we do for others and the realm endures. Fear of the path leads to...

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Pirate
Bold fierce
Swabbing, looting, fighting
Ship, flag, chair, remote
Sitting, yawning, sleeping
Lethargic, immobile
Gamer...

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I had a sweater
By Richard Rix

I had a sweater
Made from all the colors I know
From family red to traveling green 
And a future yellow that...

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With minds like crystal prisms, they shatter light into every spectrum of possibility, foreseeing storms before the first cloud, hearts bruised by premonitions whispered on...

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