My vacuum cleaner likes cookies
Sometimes it makes sounds like Wookies
It eats crayons too
And a lace from a tennis shoe
It hums along with this suction song
Eating up all in its path
It does a good job cleaning
But it can't do math
It caresses carpets and rugs
It invites in bugs
Cobwebs and corners
There's no hiding from this hoarder
There is nothing too tough
And my vacuum stays buff
By sucking at what it does for a living
So if you get the unction
And you see me just standing around
Plug me into the circuit
If you know how to work it
There are goldfish lying on the floor
Snippets and paper punches galore
Glitter strewn and clumps of play dough
And a foreign object....God only knows
So here's to my vacuum
And all you consume
Going from door to door
And room to room
We glide across the floor like Rogers and Astaire
We brush everybody's hair
And after you have done your best
I will put you away for another night’s rest
Everyone has many a window
some have lots on every side
they all get really dirty
especially those that are very wide
Some of them are really high
which makes them too high to clean
thankfully window cleaners are there
not too expensive to pay real glean
So no excuses to be spotless
your windows can be exactly that
to get them done quite regularly
just make sure there's lick from the cat
The poor window cleaners work all year
in all kinds of weather, rain, wind and snow
their clothing needs to suit the seasons
when they rise each day, they just go!
All over Washington D.C.
He flies with pomp and pride
Donald Trump, President
Surveys the swamp overhead
Of wrath and promises bold
He vows to cleanse the deep
Swamp's dark waters
His axe to wield
America great again to keep
© daniel miltz
"As you live deep in the heart, the mirror gets clearer and cleaner".- quote by Rumi
Majestic and a clean heart when it was born.
Immense sponge absorbing the best and the worst of life,
Risking purity to abandon its principles.
Reconsider about cleaning where your heart reflects.
Offer yourself the best image
for the others to look at.
Reset mistakes diving deep inside, where you only can go.
He gifted his girl with a doll
he brought home from every trip.
Oh, how the beauty would enthrall!
Always her heart would flop and flip.
A doll so rigid stiff and straight,
she had to have a pedestal
just to support he couture’s weight!
Her fashions were incredible.
Her essence was molded plastic.
Her hair and eye color unique.
Her formal wear was fantastic,
fairly fashioned of worthy pique.
Each doll distinct in color and dress.
A favorite, a darked-haired beauty.
Her frock of emerald finesse,
not just another frail cutie!
A collection long lost to time
as is each chenille pipe cleaner.
I cherish moments of their prime,
and their glamorous demeanor.
The worst wedding gift I ever received was a vacuum cleaner.
I despise vacuuming and my dog hate the sound of it.
I wanted elegant things – glass goblets, droplet prisms,
lace curtains, not a small round annoyingly loud vacuum
cleaner. Thanks Mom and Dad. Great gift! This was before
you could make a list. You got whatever someone else
wanted to get rid of. They ordered a new one for themselves’
we received their hand-me-down-one.
The toilet cleaner
A tough stains remover
A germs killer
An odour refreshener
A smart cleaner
Even the dirtiest place
Will shine again
But never for the curses from our mouths
But never for the devils in our hearts
But never for the guilty stains in our histories
And so urgently to be found
The super cleaner
And so urgently wanted
The super cleaner
Before you hire that cleaner,
Check their pockets for 3 things that will get your house cleaner.
A wooden toothpick will get rid of the gunk that stops your taps being cleaner,
A wooden oven skewer has a longer reach to make an oven cleaner,
A tooth brush to work its magic to get clean even cleaner.
than when i was with them
I walked to school most mornings when there is no sparing of a bus token.
Every morning with no daily routine broken.
I witness Mister Charlie in his immaculate green uniform, wheeling his three-wheel barrel with the burden of a shovel and push-broom down the main street.
In all weather, the icy cold to the blistering heat.
There is a proud and contented look upon his face.
If he had some unfilled longings there was no trace.
No look of discernment crowns his head, of his fitted place.
No Bothersome thoughts of his menial labor as a disgrace.
After the years he spent fighting in the war, To him, it is an honorable
job to be working for the city.
Even when the crowd is thick and the street is busy.
To many, he was a floating fixture taken for granted.
To others, he was acknowledged and appreciated.
To me he was a stimulus for moral thinking, living in the state of mind of the beauty of simplicity that life affords him.
The memory of my childhood in 1959. Copyright 2016 Looking At The Light At The Bottom of The Lake.
Think for a dad-bloomin' minute, if you will,
About a world totally free of our trash
There would no longer be need for a landfill.
This earth, I say, could replenish in a flash
If we all were not so blasted arrogant,
Wasteful and silly with our almighty cash.
Entitlement makes selfishly confident
Strewing literally tons of litter out--
We must not be so thoughtless and ignorant.
The oceans will send up a glorious shout
All the creatures will be happier and bright
The world will be much cleaner without a doubt.
And, the earth will soon be a beautiful sight
Without our dirty stinking garbage to fight.
Written on February 14, 2021
For D. W. Rodgers Contest
"While the Earth Gently Moans"
You make my life so easy
sucking up the dirt and fluff,
hair that makes me quite queasy
and all sorts of unmentionable stuff.
You never get tired or wheezy
and help when things get rough.
Or when I feel rather uneasy,
you show you’re always tough enough.
Theme 2
48 words
Oh, mighty vacuum cleaner, like magic,
you gobble debris polluting my domain
that pervades carpets, surfaces, and air-
leaving behind, a spotless, pristine home.
Oh, vacuum cleaner- fancying you could
direct your sweeping power over Earth-
suck in its choking, atmospheric grime;
eliminate, cleanse- alike my tiny world.
October 5, 2020
Contest: In Praise Of The Ode
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
2. For a Vacuum Cleaner
Rules: 8 lines, 6 words per line
We glide together clearing grime away
Along murky rooms, under thick rugs
I lean on your unconditional care,
Absorbing this debris of my life.
Never mind the uproar you bring
For the comfort shared is enough
Protecting me from filth and trash-
Dust-buster, now I can spa!
In Praise of the Ode Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Oct 5, 2020
Oh, blessed vacuum cleaner, faithful friend
True in service to the end.
Every day I count my luck,
Grateful for your powerful suck.
My carpets pristine, quite dust free,
With very little work from me.
No wonder, after all you’ve meant,
They named you after a President
Theme No. 2
4th October 2020
In Praise of the Ode Contest
Sponsor - Nette Onclaud
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