To endure my living
to spiritual purification,
I washed it
with several detergents
as my filthy dirty clothes
several times in my whole life.
Black hairs in my head
took its color off turning grey
Like the water soluble one.
The tender skin
Wrinkled
Like the skin of an old tree.
My far-sighted eyes
Blurred
As the tainted mirror.
Scrubbing me on the time stone,
I worn myself out instead.
The vestiges of my soul
………………………
Remained as it's.
*
Categories:
detergents, allegory, beauty, creation, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Shall I compare thee unto a crate of beer,
or, if not that, then unto washing powder?
Today I shun all things that are austere;
soft tones must yield to songs that are far louder.
May's shandy was for working men too sweet.
Newcastle Brown for them is much more dandy.
Reese-Mogg appealed but to the high elite.
It's Boris now who's dealing out the candy.
His soap suds as detergents wash much whiter
and his packaging's so appealing to the eye.
My desire 's for something that's much brighter
than the dowdy hues of Mr. Corbyn's dye.
Boris we hail victor, for'tis he who's won the day.
To his product though a question. Who art thou anyway?
Categories:
detergents, allusion, england, political,
Form: Sonnet
Plasted with gold and silver he is,
But we hardly wear expensive attires,
Washed with a hand full of detergents,
But we are never called gents,
Why because he is her SON.
He is treated with loyalty,
We are not even looked upon as royalty,
He got everything at his finger tips,
But we don't even have gloss to feed our hungry lips,
Why because he is her SON
He is more than a king,
But we fight like wrestlers in a ring,
He is followed upon for safety,
This load is indeed hefty
For only because he is her SON.
Categories:
detergents, africa, angel, arabic, baby,
Form: ABC
Why people are selfish,
why people are stylish,
Why they are on high tower,
Is that because of useless power,
Whenever their mind is gonna be wash,
They usually interrupt and say Gosh!
Dirtiness has stuck on their minds in big chain,
whom high power detergents could also n't strain.
Categories:
detergents, self, society,
Form: Rhyme
A blot they want to wash, detergents do not work
Ineffectual, institutional and cover ups a stir
Excuses abound, squirming hierarchy found
"Its just a darkie, why so narky"
The corridors would sound
It still goes on, gone several years
Distrustful patronising leaders
A scurge we hope that does not surge
To Nazi ways and olden days
Where races they would purge
Categories:
detergents, political, race, racism,
Form: Rhyme