Best Washcloth Poems

by Dawne Zacharias

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As clean running water flows through dirty dishes   
Immense joy and peace bathe her tired being   
While veined deft hands scour...

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Some news has a way of crushing you to your core. Now get back up, again you. 
I remember I wanted to go see my...

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From the moment I feel that spark
in the palm of your hand and let it
run over the bone of my hip, I am placed in...

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I was enjoying myself in a bubble bath, as suddenly, a mouse dropped in.
Maybe I would of panicked, but she swam immediately, to the other...

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I puffed out a soft cold cloud
In these long chambered empty rooms
As my hand held washcloth to brow 
Over me, your sickness looms
Hot breath toasted...

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A seagull’s just messed on my car
poop splattered the windscreen so far
it obscured my view
wet white slimy pooh
that seagull needs the abattoir!

To remove that horrible...

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Bare feet step onto the cold black and white mosaic tiles.
A few tiles are missing, revealing beige glue embedded with purple lint.
An inconveniently small black...

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(Line for line… tit for tat.)

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My house is kind of small
but bigger than my kitchen
And in my kitchen there’s a lamp
that’s bigger than my fist
Please...

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How to Stay Married to Me
(a poetic tutorial)

Don’t come at me
With sweets or cookies
On Valentine’s Day
My New Year’s resolutions
Are around to stay
(talk to me around...

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I pray to The Lord to thank Him,
for gifts He provides each day.
A prayer of thanksgiving to Jesus,
for the blessings He sends my way.

I thank...

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*Image of The Moon Looking At Full by Pixabay.

“No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude,...

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Lasagna noodles on my forehead
A washcloth in the pot
Oh dear, oh my, what am I doing?
I think I completely forgot
It’s dinner time for all the...

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That simple gleam of beautifully polished silver
Never fails to get my adrenaline flowing.
I polish it every time after its done.
I can't help it.
It just looks...

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The pen has betrayed me! 
The ink has swallowed me as spit on a fly.
I burn pages with fiery lightning bug breaths
That spill from pokey...

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