Dishrag Poems - Poems about Dishrag

...Six months gone now since that dark night, I was kitchen-bound for a bite Hoping I in icebox there a slice of pumpkin pie could score – While I searched, I heard a ringing, an insistent ding-a-ling......

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...Magic happened on the shore of the Montezuma horizon Two genies appeared, Mondomay and Mighizeb Dressed in gauzy dainty chiffon, carrying two cats and a swan They were a corpulent two, one with br......

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...Remorseless sweaty palms despite being prescribed glycopyrrolate. Though the angst riddled psyche of mine crafted youth, long since receded, ebbed in the past, infringement, impingement, and in......

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...Discombobulation thunderously torments, triumphs, tumults courtesy deafening, earsplitting, fracturing... (think emotional bomb cyclone), whereby unbearable mental anguish rents psyche asunder ......

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...Hand Made Things Small things made my ready hands, giving of themselves and their time. Time; their very lives, a measured existence between birth, life and death. Forever; He is with you, He ......

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...Discombobulation thunderously torments, triumphs, tumults courtesy deafening, earsplitting, fracturing... whereby unbearable mental anguish rents psyche asunder into bajillion pieces singul......

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...Sweaty Palms – Chronic Woe Renders... Po' Whet Tick Dampened Curse = A Worse Fate Than Death! ...of Google I now know sweaty palms sports dignified name known as palmar hyperhidrosis. Here......

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...I push the tall-legged hard thing next to the water thing, and pick up the blue thing. It’s sticky, and sudsy, and fun. I pour it all on the dishrag on the counter, over the carefully washed bottl......

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...Shame me hit me with chains Train me how to feel sane Tame me if you think that you can Hate me if do you wrong Treat me like another worthless life Beat me just as I am use to Ma......

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...Winter morning light filters through lace curtains, Reaches down, spills onto the corner kitchen sink, Through east and south facing windows. The glass jar, the scrub brush and pad in plastic butt......

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...I'm not your tearstained dishrag. Will you end your suicide note with a hashtag? Just lock me in the metaphysical gulag. The real world's too much a drag for a ***. I am not digestible. ......

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...You're a dirty skank whore You're a dirty skank whore. Skankin' around the neighborhood, Everybody knows you're up to no good You're a dirty skank whore You're a smelly dishrag Yeah, yo......

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...I'm afraid no one loves me its your fault let me live with your parents while you finish school I can bend their minds I'm afraid no one loves me I went a little crazy my mother was a dishra......

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...Her name was Ethel....(yes, like the gasoline) She smelled of menthol...(much like Vick's Vaseline) A long time neighbor, from down the lane She was married twice...(or was it thrice?)... A widowed l......

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...Come on in my family, and friends, let us all work together, as the preparation begins. Grab that turkey, and warsh him real good, better make sure we have plenty of wood. Fire up the stove, and......

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