firepit
filled with ash
needing cleaned out
guess there won't be a fire
tonight
This old house is a mystery,
it is filled with lots of history.
It needs to be cleaned out,
now what are we going to talk about?
Let's go to the big closet,
mom made this her big bank deposit.
Look a very old dusty shoebox,
wow!!! is it Ralph our pet blue fox?
As I cleaned out my mother-in-law’s closet
I thought “she would never let anyone help her without payment”.
Less than five minutes later something floated down from the ceiling.
A dollar bill.
Place to eat
I can’t say Evanston Diner can’t be beat
Location being the town of Evanston, Wyoming
Bound for Los Angeles, California
A stop on Greyhound Bus
You know the slogan, “Leave the Driving to us”
Limited food
There was no need to drool
Hamburger last
Had to be ordered fast
That was all that was available
Greyhound buses that passed through had cleaned out the Evanston Diner of food
Later the Greyhound bus pressed on
Back on the road again
My basset puppy ran off with my essay
She even stole my mail
She cleaned out all the fridge
and wagged her funny tail
She went through all my papers
and threw them on the floor
Oh that crazy basset
She almost broke the door
I did not stop her
I wanted to find out more
And that is when I realized
Her tongue could clean the floor
She brought me so much joy
I really couldn't complain
This crazy basset dog of mine
Put sunshine into my life and kept away the rain
Whenever I was sad
She'd lay her cute head on my lap
She wouldn't eat or move
Until I took a nap
I couldn't believe my eyes
When she ran off with a broom
She skidded all over the tiles
And brought new meaning on to how to clean a room
Forget everything you have heard about stereotyping the pigs.
I met some the other day, who were cleaner than my cousin Jigs.
They vacuumed and dusted the barnyard until it was clean enough to eat.
Then they cleaned out the barn, until it was ridiculously spotlessly neat.
Forget about mud, someone said when they met these pigs.
They are now doing some weird dance, wearing clean glitzy wigs.
Their hooves do not have mud, not even a tiny bit of dirt.
Do not stereotype these pigs, said my amazed cousin Gert.
'Twas a week before Christmas
And I've not done my shopping
I was going this morning
But first, my floors needed a mopping
I was going to mop them
But I first had to broom
Then, I waited to sweep them
Till I first cleaned the room
With pots and pans messy
From the cookies I baked
And icing on the counter
Where the cookies were caked
I wanted to run the dishwasher
Before I swept the floor
And I wanted to wipe fingerprints
That were smudged on the door
But I waited to do that
Till I cleaned out my fridge
But I figure I'd wait
Till I ate me a smidge...
Of waffles with butter
All smothered in sugar
But I lost my darn appetite
When I noticed a booger
With all that I've not done
It had messed with my head
Said- "The hell with my shopping...
I'll just go back to bed"
Its now to question
It's now to dicuss
It's now deny
Any hold over us
By the spawn of
The unconscionable
The dregs of the dregs
The descendants of
Misfits septic as pus
Unacceptable beings
Being devoid of true
Soul, lovers of gloom
Who live as in holes
Like spiders in Webs
They only can kill
If their dens are not
Cleaned out; nows
No time to be still
It's time to be active
Spread the news all
Around , their agendas
Have lost it, Humanity
Is taking back ground.'
Oh I sit on a mountain top waiting for news to fly down on my broomstick and scare you, this October 31st Halloween Blues is just for you.
When up on top I was thinking of my Friday tonight wondering if someone has cleaned out the kitty box blues....Oh I almost forgot and Wookie too.....My black panther cats got the Halloween blues............
Then came another thought last year I came across the teenager crews....I was trying to scare them and instead they Friday, Wookie and Me Too......
I remember when I was flying across the town and I lost my shoe not only that it fell in the mud too.......
I was trying to take candy and a crow fly by and took that toooooooooo.....
Oh where must I go but get some of my Witches Brew.
By the fire at night after a long nights flight I turned around and then fell asleep too. With dreams in my head of next years scary night too. With a smile and good night Happy Halloween too all you tonight,
I cut back my fig tree last month and my daughter just cut hers.
The drains- one comes out over the property line (lot between our
houses) about mid lot with a pop up on the downslope.
Can't remember the others but they have green pop up outlets,
flush with the ground, that occasionally needed cleaned out.
Does he know about the asparagus patch. They should
be up soon.
On Tue, Mar 23, 2021, 6:01 PM james horn
wrote:
Did you ever cut back your fig trees.
New owner has and really trimmed them back.
He can curse up a storm
make a sailor blush
Foul blue language
spewed out in a gush
Could strip paint clean
off a battleship
Exponentially worse if
you give him any lip
Rambling in sincerity's guise
but his worst 4-letter words
are all his LIES
8/16/2020
The poem was partially inspired by a phrase I would hear from time to time as I was growing up. “He’s a potty mouth and he needs to have it cleaned out with soap!” I can assure you the repeated uttering of that phrase wasn’t directed towards me as it took only one time to put me on the straight and narrow ;)
I have
a squirrel-like stash of food
Two cases of paper towels
72 rolls of TP
Read seven books
Cleaned out the bottom drawer
Washed the cat
Run out of band aids
Found a coloring book and some crayons
Colored outside the lines
Refused to watch daytime TV
Contemplated my navel
Removed the lint
Done a push-up
Vacuumed under the couch
Watched the weather 12,368 times
Found a spoon
Started digging the tunnel
John G. Lawless
3/27/2020
Pandemic Panic
They ran out to buy all the toilet paper they could find
They ran out and bought all the hand cleaners of all kinds
They cleaned out all of the shelves from our grocery store
They took all they could carry and cried out for more
They bought things that they would never buy before
They hoarded things, thinking they made a big score
They didn’t care if there was enough for you and I
They didn’t even think, or stop and questioned why
They only wanted to exploit those who were in need
They only wanted to quench their thirst for greed
They didn’t stay home, stay in quarantine as they should
They didn’t believe they were sick, nor thought they would
They didn’t believe that this pandemic was all true
They didn’t care if others got sick, nor cared about you
They lost the concept that we are all in this together
They lost the idea, it will take some time to weather
Try not to be one of them, show your true humanity
Try not to get caught up in all this unfolding insanity
We will all get through this, if we work together as one
We will beat this, we must all do our part, till it’s done
When I got to Heaven,
God was gone
His desk cleaned out,
the Angels pawned
Not one scant sign,
he was ever there
Eviction notice,
pinned to his chair
My ride had left,
my ticket torn
No place to stay,
my hopes forlorn
Looking down,
I saw the truth
The clouds were empty,
destitute
All tenets followed,
a promise made
Those things I dreamed of,
the church forbade
So here I stay,
imprisoned high
No pearly gates
—the oysters fried
(Rosemont College: February, 2020)
What type of poetry is best?
If I were to write in a structure
Where all the rules apply
I might be tempted to enter
Some Quatrain type Rubai.
But there are days when I can’t feel
The rules or any type
Of poetry to match my mood
No imagery or hype.
I simply want to write along
With what I’m feeling then
So that my insides get cleaned out
And structure may begin again.
Which way is better? I don’t know
nor do I even care
For any writing from my head
Has much glory and some flair.
So like what you want for now I say
And read whatever you can
For poetry can lighten the heart and soul
Of any aged woman or man.
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