From bathroom pipes, kitchen sinks
From inside cabinets, drain and sewer points
The cockroach approaches in a flash of time.
Once sighted, woman gets scared and yelp
A chance for the brave husband to help
And to flaunt his bravery and might.
Seizes the broom sitting at the corner
When the brave man comes with the broom
The sly cockroach is already lost from sight
The brave man hits at every nook and corner
Misses the target, and the mission to kill, fails
Leaves his wife in utter despair and anger.
Finds the pest below the cot and hits it hard
The cockroach struggled but did not die
Broom snaps, pest flees without a trace
Nastiest pest, nocturnal in habit
The insect at its best at night
Rarely surfaces in broad daylight
Finds escape routes to hide from sight.
The insect loves and lives in grime and filth
Ill at ease in open space and broad daylight
Always in hiding and retreating to dark
Pale tan , reddish brown, glossy dark to black
Shades of repulsive colours, gross to look
Notorious for infestations and spreads diseases
Now hogging limelight in media discourse.
Fullfrem þæt þe ongynð~
for the deed half-wrought bindeth the doer.”
A doorway standeth open,
a broom set idle mid-task~
dust gathereth anew
in the slant of morn-light.
So it fareth with the inner toil:
the clearing, the tending,
the gentle shaping of what we yearn to become.
A single pause may wax into a season
if we lift not the broom again.
And when we heave the broom once more,
when we choose to finish
what we had set aside,
the doorway cleanseth,
and the way ahead groweth bright.
Halloween’s happiest wizard mouse is in the sky
He has flown a witch’s broom extremely high
She is below, casting a spell without any mirth
He is soon falling straight down toward the earth
where did baby ghost get that witch’s broom?
We were all amazed said the moss that bloomed
the baby ghost smirked at his lovely win
She was taking a whizz, he told to his friend
They told him to immediately take it back
But he did not listen, and fell into a crack
For the broom bucked him off good and hard
Returning to its owner, a witch of the old Guard
she might be old, but she still can make a broom zoom
I was not so sure, but I do not to want to bring the gloom
I watched in the sky, and my friend was right of course
She rode that broom like a cowgirl rides a bucking horse
kitchen clean broom sweep
chipped dishes cracked wishes weep
mess runs into garbage fun
“Living has yet to be generally recognized as one of the arts”
- Quote by Karl De Schweinitz
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ETHICAL DILEMMA, GUILT,
COGNITIVE DECLINE, FEAR,
INSECURE, PREJUDICE,
VULNERABLE, LONELY,
DEPENDENCE, REGRET,
WISE CONTEMPLATION
Oh husband, you'll make such a scene,
Giving your wife a broom for a gift!
"But it's not my intention to make her clean...
Just to provide her with a lift!"
New broom, swept fast
Old broom, hold fast
Both still work.
A broom is a flight of fancy
at the witching hour
A machine gun uncased
in peril, it’s power
Waltzing Matilda
on the ballroom floor
Sweeps me away
~ with so much more
Broom
The involvement of
the outside sweeping broom in the
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poetry pamphlets organising into
piles based on
themes extends the period or
condition of
Kookaburra life.
*A young man went out for a stroll in the snow
Into a remote patch of icy blue Adirondacks.
It's been a few moons since he was last seen.
They discovered his lithium car at the trailhead.
A white broom swept his footprints off the map.
They posted a vision of him sitting in the sunshine.
They're searching low and high for that cherub smile.
Prayers are swirling like glitter in a snow globe.
The ranger whispers about windchill and hope.
The forecaster says a fresh foot more of devilish snow.
They postponed the search until tomorrow.
They say a cardinal may chirp a psalm.
When souls wander into the beyond.
A young man went out for a stroll in the snow.
Fly-ing on my broom
Plans are made...yearly on zoom.
Tonights the night of fear and fun
The...nights only just begun.
I'll screech and laugh, and scare you
I'll curse you with, potions bad brew.
I stir my cauldron well
And fill with toad heads and a rat.
Bubbles are steaming hot
And fiery, when they pop.
I make my spells, to cast on you
Then bottle it, for quid or two.
Dress code is all black
Wear our well known pointy hat.
When I'm done with you
I'll go straight home, to feed my cat.
By moonlight sky...see me fly.
My silhouette,
My silhouette,
Waves bye ...bye.
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Lizella could not control the broom she inherited from her mother.
It had a mind of its own, wanting to do always “the other”.
If she said right, it went left, okay?
It set itself on fire at the end of one day.
You have to behave! She said to the singed broom.
The broom laughed so hard, it filled up the room.
With guffaws and giggles, that made her feel crazy.
If she wanted to sweep, it became insanely lazy.
Refusing to help or do work in any way.
She could not believe the worthlessness of this hay.
Why did you leave me this? She asked her mother one day.
I thought it would amuse you, she said. Okay?
Dark orange skies
Fading into black night,
A crescent moon rise
Glowing ghostly white
Skimming overhead
With trick or treaters below,
I watch them tread
Before up I go ...
Flying over corn crops
Reaching out to touch the stars,
Dodging rooftops ...
And parked cars
Above the tree limbs
Sweeping the last leaves,
As I swoop by, skims
The houses' eaves
Over the picket fences
And wrought iron gates,
The night commences
Where the cemetery waits
It is Halloween ...
In all it's sight and sound,
Beautiful to be seen
And I am spellbound!
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