Best Unclog Poems
There is so little space I could give in my skies,
Every moon has left a whole cluster of clouds full of lies,
I cannot unclog a product polluted in disguise,
Don’t ask me to lay in your web you chose to improvise ,
I have seen too many oceans being mistreated for wastelands,
So don’t call yourself something that is drowning deep in quicksands,
When you are surrounded with the wind and all it’s forgiving hands ,
Don’t disrupt my diligence by your Petty demands,
Don’t even think about interrupting my silence ,
When all I could hear are traits of unforgiven violence ,
When all I did was extend some guidance ,
And all that lacked was to walk in patience ,
So let’s not speak of the truth ,
The truth which you failed to gift ,
To gift wrap in deceptions,
Deceptions mistaking my kindness for trust ,
Trust lost in your idea of confusion,
Confusion named as “issues”
Issues engraved in broken perspectives,
Perspectives from your cycle of imagination .
Joe The Plumber announced he was runnin' fer Congress the other day!
Congratulations, Joe! You the man! Fer you I shout, "Hooray!"
Tell 'em like it is as you did with Obama - show 'em you won't be outdone!
And, Joe, take yer plumbers' kit - you'll need it to repair the damage done!
Include screwdrivers to tighten the screws on higher taxes and spendin',
And yer biggest wrench to shut off the flow of governmental lendin'!
Take yer solderin' arn so as to solidify warm relationships with yer peers,
And a pipe cutter to cut off zany filibusterin' that is tiresome to yer ears!
You'll need a hundred rolls of duct tape to stem the flow of inane babble,
And gallons of Liquid Plummer to unclog the stalemate of that useless rabble!
A good pipe wrench will come in handy to tighten the discipline in that 'joint',
And a twelve-foot stepladder to rise above that rotten mob to make yer point!
Joe, show 'em what real 'change' is meant to be with a new 'shower' of hope!
Flush political correctness down the john that's gotten us on this slippery slope!
Be sure to take yer roto-rooter and clean the sewer that is Washington, DC!
Use yer most powerful hose to flush the whole mucked-up mess out to sea!
Robert L. Hinshaw,CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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"this form of dust is by God energised
wherein we are living light housed within
how may this truth be realised
show us oh monk, how to begin" ~ Unseeking Seeker
Hope feasts in the pristine
palm of grace,
softening into a lilac breeze,
stroking sea-swells of aquatic heat,
like the warmth of cashmere dreams
spilling from the electric gaze
while the third eye blinks and roams,
reflecting the first star
of morning siren skies ~
catching the cadence of clarity,
clearing cascading confusions
while I search the arms of azure,
dressing the blues
in colors of calmness,
concealing the cracks of chaos ~
for awareness awakens,
as I earn the key
to unlock the chakra,
to inhale jasmines of Eden…
I’ve long been paralyzed ~
helplessly suspended
in pathological lies,
a prisoner of poetry,
scribbling perplexed perspectives,
unaware of how every metaphor
manifests the melody of the mind,
every grain of thought
materializes constellations ~
every syllable of the
storm poisons cerulean skies...
O peace-weaver, light maestro,
the monk robed in saffron serenity,
show me what it’s like
to be eloquently at bliss in silence ~
untouched by uncertainties,
uninfluenced by enigmatic anthems,
nevermore misled
by miscellaneous musings ~
this ink longs to feel
the pulse of paradise,
to be clothed in the fabric of faith,
stirring my soul to seek the sun,
to adorn my purified presence
with eagle-spirited feathers
of an unshakable phoenix ~
glowing in rose-diamond fire,
rising in radiant realization,
lead my heart to a landscape of lucidity…
Tonight, I must hold my moon
against the darkness,
allowing neon sparks to unclog
the clouds carrying grief,
and choreograph a seraphic choir
where every rhythm of music
ignites flames of fortitude,
like bursting embers of truth,
touching my spirit with
the Almighty Creator’s mellifluence,
walking my silhouette toward
the luminous night of absolute nirvana…
Yours is a horrendous bother
I decode one side, you obfuscate another!
I twist and turn, twist and turn again
Fingers engrossed around your parts, another twist
extirpates the other side! My enthusiasm refuses to wane.
I warp your shifting visage, weave the obliterated wrist,
Only succeeding to dislodge several faces,
I continue defacing your six surfaces…
In my euphoric endeavors to somehow unwind,
The unfathomable thoughts in your wavering mind,
I take manifold cyclical turns, like a brisk walk in fog,
Your complex anonymity refuses to unclog!
My flirtatious advances, don’t inveigle your resolve?
Chances to demystify you, in vain I solve,
I stare at your complacent maze,
you’re smug, with a mystic gaze!
Still in downright disarray
my curiosity, undone by dismay,
You’re unfazed, as you obliviously recline
Further inquests, but you obstinately decline!
I scrupulously ingest your manual again,
And brace for another futile try,
Why am I so smitten, as if to ascertain
If afterward, you’ll still be awry!?
© Maverick Nyambu
We can be stuck together as one,
and I will never need a soldering gun.
My love for you comes in a steady flow.
Right through all the pipes it will go.
You won’t have a backed-up cess pool or septic tank.
I will do good work, and you will have me to thank.
With me, you will never feel anguish or pain.
That is just like having a clogged drain.
I will always be there to unclog it for you.
My love for you will always be true.
I will be your washer if you will be my ring.
Between you and me, we will have a good thing.
gluteus maximus left and right half moon cheek
re: byte size buttock
attached via usb (uniform firm behind) to this freak
with bowel movement incontinence + gas filled gut
evoking contortionist frown stretching to lowest peak
perched upon porcelain goddess where elimination did jut
held captive hostage atop toilet seat for many a week
exertion to expel rock solid turd required utmost effort
to force jammed bowel movement free
inducing excruciating abdominal cramps that really hurt
plus sharp jabbing spasms within high knee
innards rent asunder from obstruction as BB size PELLETS did spurt
from lodged fecal matter refusing to budge from me
caused by severe constipation whereby prayer a waste
delivered only increased sphincter muscle to scream
for rectal relief this mortal man faced
a worse fate than death, he would deem
since demise would allow alimentary misery to cease
versus remaining in this impasse for what might be years
unless perchance some **** lubricant or special grease
would bust loose abominable constriction in arrears
finding me unable to pay rent or renew lease
best prospect of remaining stationary with words to wax
poetic found a glimmer of luck
when a kind wildebeest delivered this message via fax
to help attend male in dire per situation get poop unstuck
with outsize mug of exlax
to help unclog rectal muck
access to get expunged to the max
but once expulsion occurs DO DO PLEASE DUCK!
I bring him home in happiness
Not expecting your reply
For behind your false smile
Lies a thick prejudice eye
Starring down the man before you
Dressed in charcoal skin
Too ice cold in stubborness
To see the man I love within
I see he doesn't meet approval
Based on you hardening glance
But I'm sure he'd win you over
If you just gave him a chance
However if you choose not
Then disown me as well
For he's too valuable to lose
Just for your racist dwell
Call me colorblind I suppose
For I love my dearest beau
And I can't wait for the day
I may whisper my "I Do"
I love my man like I like my coffee
Black just is my cup of tea
He's won my heart and affection
Unclog your pride and see
I look not at deepened shade
For its my soul he fills with entice
Do not rainbows blend perfect together?
Why not take their advice
He follows God like yourself
Leads and leans me closer to Him
So take this moment to get to know
What lies underneath charcoal skin
A Cry From a Server
We stand on our feet for 12 hours for you.
We provide you with delicious sustenance.
We support your industry and innovation at the cost of our physical health.
We rescue you from drug overdoses and alcohol abuse when locked up in the bathroom.
We put out fires when you have lit them.
We keep the floors clean and dry for you when the rain comes sweeping down.
We unclog toilets when you decide not to flush.
We accept abuse from those above us.
We are forced to be silent of your daily sexual harassment to us.
We sacrifice our happiness for you.
We spend more time on our knees praying than hugging our children.
We are uncertified therapists.
We are lost opportune artists.
We are filled with skills, abilities, and dreams.
With all that we do,
All that we serve,
You still don’t find us worthy of a living wage.
What more can we do?
What amount of pleas would be sufficient?
For you to think we’re good enough.
We are restaurant workers.
gluteus maximus left and right half moon cheek
re: byte size buttock
attached via usb (uniform firm behind) to this freak
with bowel movement incontinence + gas filled gut
evoking contortionist frown stretching to lowest peak
perched upon porcelain goddess where elimination did jut
held captive hostage atop toilet seat for many a week
exertion to expel rock solid turd required utmost effort
to force jammed bowel movement free
inducing excruciating abdominal cramps that really hurt
plus sharp jabbing spasms within high knee
innards rent asunder from obstruction as BB size PELLETS did spurt
from lodged fecal matter refusing to budge from me
caused by severe constipation whereby prayer a waste
delivered only increased sphincter muscle to scream
for rectal relief this mortal man faced
a worse fate than death, he would deem
since demise would allow alimentary misery to cease
versus remaining in this impasse for what might be years
unless perchance some **** lubricant or special grease
would bust loose abominable constriction in arrears
finding me unable to pay rent or renew lease
best prospect of remaining stationary with words to wax
poetic found a glimmer of luck
when a kind wildebeest delivered this message via fax
to help attend male in dire per situation get poop unstuck
with outsize mug of exlax
to help unclog rectal muck
access to get expunged to the max
but once expulsion occurs DO DO PLEASE DUCK!
I got this bloody rotten cold that had me coughing all night long.
I got no sleep and so the language, I heard was fairly strong.
My wife was kept awake as well, and she hasn’t got a cold,
so her tongue matched her frustration, and advice soon did unfold.
I had no say in what was coming; just a time and told to dress.
The Doctor now awaits me visit to address me wife’s distress,
then he stuck that bloody cold thing amongst me hairy chest,
and diagnosed the common cold, the same as what I guessed.
The Doctor said “These viruses that bring on the common cold,
sometimes are pretty hard to beat once they have took a hold,
but I’ll write a script for tablets that should have your chest unclog.”
After three days on this cure I’m still barking like a dog.
So I’m back there in his surgery and still having coughing fits.
I yelled at the ‘Doc’ between each cough “it’s giving me the ‘irits’!”
But it didn’t seem to faze him much; the ‘Doc’ stayed cool and calm.
Not like me; I all tensed up, when he jabbed me in the arm.
And with usual recommending I was sent off home with hope,
“Make sure you rest; drink water, and I’m sure you’ll cope.”
But two more days of coughing fits had me a mental wreck.
This time I said “You cure it or I’ll ring your bloody neck!”
I must have scared the Doctor ‘cause he took a different tact,
for his shaky voice then uttered, “Well I better make an impact.
You go home and have a hot bath,” but then I never laughed,
when he added, “Then open up a window and stand there in the draft.”
I admit I’m not a Doctor and I don’t think I’m a fool.
I questioned the Doctor’s logic about standing in the cool.
“But Doc” I said, “I’ll get pneumonia, and won’t that knock me flat?”
The Doctor grinned “My bloody oath it will - but I can cure that.”
"WITHER/Lyrics III- Dream Theater" poetry contest entry.
Don’t rock the boat, they said
Over and over and again and again
“Don’t rock,” can infect the brain
Unclog my head: harvest the grain
O, we need to rock before the music withers
Before the mean ones become the winners
A certain music there is
That cries out for brothers and sisters
To shock, join the flock, bust through the blocks –
Rock the boat, rock the train
Don’t hate the refrain: Not to rock the boat
Reignite your brain; no more brain-drain!
Dazzle, frazzle, ragmatazzle your brain
‘Tired of that old game
They wanna deny change!
It’s happening again and again
Don’t you see it, feel it, deal it?
Change will break your chains –
Don’t chain your brain Brother, Sister!
Something’s gonna give
Even when Jesus comes again
Something’s gonna change
Vote the rock; Rock the boat
Rock the Vote, Vote the Rock
Rock of the Ages
Unleash the SELF in Thee.
Numbness and blindness
Just floating along through
The blanket of kindness
With a sky that is not blue,
But white with a harsh hue,
That can blind if inspected
So don’t look too close.
But all is expected
On morphine of this dose
To halt she that’s morose.
The muffled outside world,
Looks to the cloudy cocoon
And sharp hurts are hurled
With intent to, quite soon,
Show the inside the moon
And the stars and the sky
By shattering the shell
Of the beautiful lie,
And letting the heart swell,
And the eyes see cold hell,
And the mind be bombarded
With all of life’s matters,
Stop the flesh, disregarded,
When life stumbles and batters;
Make it feel the patters
Of lukewarm raindrops
Unnoticed through fog
But everyone else stops.
They mean to unclog
The tear ducts and keep log
Of progress and days,
Not merely walk on
In an unfeeling daze
As they know she has done.
But they let her along
On her path, keep her stride
To a mirror that before
Her bubble should hide.
But now there is more,
Her eyes, they implore,
The mist has evaporated,
The eyes flit and dart,
The emptiness dissipated
As the glint is her heart,
And the meaning my art.
Yours is a horrendous bother
I decode one side, you obfuscate another!
I twist and turn, twist and turn again
fingers engrossed around your parts, another twist
extirpates the other side! My enthusiasm refuses to wane.
I warp your shifting visage, weave the obliterated wrist
only to dislodge several faces
I obligingly deface your six surfaces…
In my neurotic endeavors to unwind
the unfathomable thoughts on your wavering mind,
I take manifold cyclical turns in your opaque fog
Your stupor and anonymity declines to unclog!
My flirtatious advances don’t inveigle your obstinate resolve
Chances to demystify you haplessly dissolve,
In your complacent maze
and overwrought gaze!
Still in downright disarray
My fortitude, haunted by dismay!
You’re unfazed, you obliviously recline
Whilst my inquest continues to wriggle and whine!
I scrupulously ingest your manual again
and brace for another futile try,
Why am I so smitten, when I am already certain
You’ll still remain awry!
gluteus maximus left and right half moon cheek
re: byte size buttock attached via usb
(uniform firm behind) to this freak
with bowel movement
incontinence + gas filled gut evoking contortionist
frown stretching to lowest peak
perched upon porcelain goddess
where elimination did jut held captive hostage
atop toilet seat for many a week
exertion to expel rock solid turd required utmost effort
to force jammed bowel movement free
inducing excruciating abdominal cramps really hurt
plus sharp jabbing spasms within high knee
innards rent asunder
obstruction as canon gun size BALLS did spurt
lodged fecal matter refusing to budge from me
caused by severe constipation
whereby prayer a waste delivered only increased
sphincter muscle to scream
for rectal relief this mortal man faced
a worse fate than death, he would deem
since demise would allow alimentary misery to cease
versus remaining in this impasse for what might be years
unless perchance **** lubricant or special grease
would bust loose abominable
constriction in arrears finding me unable
to pay rent or renew lease
best prospect of remaining stationary
with words to wax
poetic found a glimmer of luck
when a kind wildebeest
delivered this message via fax
to help this male in dire per situation getting
pam purred poop unstuck with outsize mug of exlax
to help unclog rectal muck
access to get expunged to the max
but once expulsion occurs
DO DO PLEASE DUCK!
Flow or clogged
Keep doing
Love
Lord