Dryers Poems

Craziness

Craziness is all I know
Everything I do 
Everything I feel
Really it's never began
Which means it nevers stops

I wake up in the morning
Sometimes four 
Sometimes seven 
I get in the car and drive
Sometimes hours
Then I feel the craziness stop

I feel at peace 
With the noise of blow dryers
The smell of pneumonia in the air
Then it's time for the contest
Just like the craziness is back

But I live for that moment of peace 
Soon I will forget the craziness
And only remember the peace

Driffels

I have forsaken all to be with thee
might those I had created
and
there mothers be secondardary to
my needed
now I may speak of in tenses
that I have curse the 
foods of her table as
 (wHoop: Hooga;hooga< Ployed!)
with thyn Roosters
as (put, ting: plerb!)
and there Hens
Whoomp: ah Lumpa Whooga!)
Our Wedding
Hour Wedding
Suite Our oh Sayer
Plung: Plung: Pling
The invoice for dah
Clothes from
the Fat-People Store
or the Phat Peoplesz Stow
what ya'll talking bout?

Exploration into The Construction of "Father's Door "
A new concept City. Which with have a townseat named
Mother Apron. The place is beleived to create a manmade waterfall
and a man made volcano
that will house a water treament. A plant to build and sell
Crate and Barrel dwellings
that will suport mid poverish lifestyles.
This promagram is designed to use materails that support warmth and are easily cool
Equipment is half of the national avergae
meaning new compact equipment to regulae. Compact frigs, compact
washer, dryers

What in the World Does Freedom Mean

As a little girl, it simply meant, not being in a jail.
Nor being so vicious, like pulling a cat’s bushy taul,

It meant summer vacations, and sharing our toys.
In those days, when it was OK to be a girl or a boy.
People of all colors came here from so many lands.
We celebrated our differences with music and bands

The flag of our country’s union, was for one and all.
We learned, if divided, this great country might fall.
Men and women went to fight in wars across the sea.
Many never came home, they died for you and for me.

I’d love to travel back to those days of sweet innocence.
With no clothes dryers, and roses behind a picket fence!
Fireflies glittered in star-bright, warm, summer’s  nights.
Life was so simple then, as we all knew wrong from right.

               6/1/2026

What Happens to Our Socks

Gremlins come out in the night
on cold little feet,
searching through our houses for
places with some heat.

Some nights we do laundry, and
right before we sleep,
our clothes are put in dryers.
That’s when gremlins creep. . .

Creep inside that nice warm place
where we’ve put our clothes.
Then they sort through all our things.
What do you suppose?

Well, they love to find our socks
since their feet are cold!
And they grab a few of them,
or so I’ve been told!

Seeing not too well in dark
as those gremlins do,
they take mismatched socks and leave
us mismatched ones too!

Power To Change Just One Thing

For some this is funny,
for others it is dead serious.
This may not be earth shattering to you,
but for many it is.
Why have most bathrooms taken out paper towels,
then replaced them with blow dryers?
If you have a baby or small child,
how do you wipe their butt or face?
Try wiping up water off the counter,
blow dryers don't work so well.
I plea,
give us a choice.
Paper towels for some,
a blow dryer for others.

Dancing In the Rain In the Uk

Dancing in the rain in the UK 

The water is pouring and pounding down
And I'm dancing no doubt looking insane, 
But I can feel the rain's rhythm as it beats down,
As it rebounds off the ground again and again,
Each raindrop creates a ripple as it rebounds
Each raindrop has its own sound rain is not plain
It's nature's beat to invite you to move your feet
Let dancing to nature's beat wash away all your troubles 
You might get wet wet wet having a blast skipping through puddles 
Go dance in the rain if you live in the UK do it definitely,
We might as well try to enjoy the cards we've been delt unfortunately, 
Because the rain rain doesn't go away in the UK 
It's still here come mothers washing day 
Thank god for tumble dryers for the 360 days where its raining it's pouring 
The old man is snoring he went to bed and bumped his head and couldn't go to work in the morning because the rain was still bloody pouring.

Hocus Bogus: a Curse That Could Be Worse

HOCUS BOGUS, BOGUS POCUS!
A hex on the dryers of you who owe us
A pox on your socks never to be found
Unwound and pulled down underground
I voodoo better than you do, and you'll rue
The day you walked my way because I knew
If I'm toil and trouble, you're definitely double
So bubble bubble grow no more than stubble
It might seem weird as something feared
But I know you've always wanted a beard!
You think I'm too lily livered to deliver?
Just wait until I conjure... A WOODEN SLIVER
Didn't think this is something you'd fear?
You'll think twice when near tweezers disappear!
Such sorcery the likes you've never seen
An enchantress so mean there's never been
My final vengeance enclosed in this vile
You cry and I smile, I fly while you're in a pile
A potion with eye of storm and tongue of twist
And whatever else is on my list, with a flick of the wrist
I cast a spell you cannot quell that’s straight from hell
You’ll swell as you yell in pain as you fell
Unable to imagine such a fate is more than fable
As your pinky toe catches the corner of a coffee table!

MWA HA HA HA HA HA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sitting In a Laundromat

sitting in a laundromat
watching people steal from the dryers
wondering why people just up and leave their stuff,
i shake my head and get back to the new zane novel
it is then at the finish of chapter ten,
i hear a scream that will add to all that haunt me
wherever your stuff is, doggonit, you stay with it
my light load is now done
i place the bookmark of heaven at the beginning of chapter eleven
i fold the light load up quickly and immediately exit
i go straight to Lowe's and get that stackable that is on sale
no more laundromat for me
dumb ish happens up in there no matter which one that you go to
at least it does when i go
yes, God was tryin' to tell me somethin',
or perhaps, i was tellin' myself somethin' without knowin'
home, from now on, will be the ONLY laundromat where i will be at

Thank Thundercats For Sheroes

Thunder Cats roared onto the cartoon scene in the Eighties.
Bringing forth SHE-roes and Heroes which was exciting for many.
My children probably enjoyed them, I do not remember.
This was during the time when TV was guiding them more than I was.

I was attending three colleges simultaneously
Trying to get a degree in something so I could make a living.
I do recognize the music of Thunder Cats
And I recognize the SHE-roe attitude in all three of my daughters.

I have a Thundercat shirt I wear sometimes to school.
As a reminder that my children not only survived
But thrived
Thanks to creative cartoonists
who decided to empower women in the eighties.

I wish they had been around twenty years earlier
When all we saw on TV were happy women wearing
pearls and full dresses, loving their washing machines and dryers.

Exotic Beauty of the Laundromat

TV used to make laundromats feel exciting in their ads 
For those of you who have never been, you may be fooled.
For those of us who have, we know better.
You do not wear high heels, a dress, and pearls.
You do not dance and sing around the dryers.

There are crying children everywhere, and angry mothers.
People are impolite and rude before they leave
Everyone is tired, and their backs are breaking.
The laundry mat is not a place to go to relax.
You cannot read there. The machines are too loud.

There is a change machine, but it is usually out of coins.
Especially on Saturday morning, when everyone is there.
You try to choose a time when no one is there.
Good luck, it cannot be done.
If you have to sell your children to buy your own washer, do it.

Hymn To An Art-O-Matic Laundromat

Hymn to an Art-o-matic Laundromat
by Michael R. Burch

after Richard Thomas Moore’s “Hymn to an Automatic Washer”

O, terrible-immaculate
ALL-cleansing godly Laundromat,
where cleanliness is next to Art
—a bright Kinkade (bought at K-Mart),
a Persian rug (made in Taiwan),
a Royal Bonn Clock (time zone Guam)—
embrace my ass in cushioned vinyl,	
erase all marks: ****, v-g-nal,
penile, inkspot, red wine, dirt.
O, sterilize her skirt, my shirt,
my skidmarked briefs, her padded bra;
suds-away in your white maw
all filth, the day’s accumulation.
Make us pure by INUNDATION.

Published by The Oldie, where it was the winner of a poetry contest. Keywords/Tags: hymn, art, America, laundry, laundromat, washer, dryer, appliances, clean, cleaning, cleanliness, clothes, clothing, underwear, god, godly, godliness, water, baptism, inundation, sonnet, analogy

This poem was inspired by the incongruence of discovering "works of art" while doing laundry at a laundromat with coin-operated washers and dryers. I was reminded of the experience while reading Richard Moore’s “Hymn to an Automatic Washer.”

Passion For Ice Cream

DRYERS ROCKY ROAD FLAVOR IS UNAVAILABLE
MOM BOUGHT “SUNNY-SODE FARM PREMIUM CHOCOLATE PEANUT BUTTER ICE CREAM INSTEAD
ITS CPLOR IS BROWN FOR BOTH
LONG FOR ICE CREAM-ITS TASTE IS AMAZINGLY DELICIOUS

PASSION FOR ICE CREAM

HAD SORBET MANGO ICE CREAM BEFORE
DID NOT ENJOY ITS SOURNESS
MOM BOUGHT 2 MANGO FLAVORS WHERE 1 IS WITH CASHEWS
BRAND NAME IS MAGNOLIA-PHILIPPINE BRAND

PASSION FOR ICE CREAM

OH! ITS COLD HERE ALRIGHT
DID NOT HEED OR MIND
THE LOVE FOR ICE CREAM SHIMMERS
NOT CARE FOR ITS FLAVOR

PASSION FOR ICE CREAM

No Dryer Yet

Yes, we had a washer, but no dryer yet
So we hung our clothes out on the line to dry
with those old wooden clothes pins, you know  
and after dinner we retired to the balcony
to sit and sip tea, often with neighbors

who dropped by to catch up on the local gossip...
Those nights seemed to go on and on, at least 
until my bedtime, 9:30 p.m. -- so unfair! -- at
which point the 'adult talk' commenced, an
occasional burst of laughter punctuating the air...

Seems nobody's got time for each other on 
our old block these days -- the balconies sure are 
empty at night -- or else perhaps folks just got
so busy with their new-fangled dryers, flat-screen
TVs, smartphones and whatnot

As Royalty Could Only Dream

We live as kings and queens of yesterday could only dream
   Central heat, plumbing, air-conditioning, washers and dryers too
We shower once or twice a day, with conditioner and shampoo
   Steak every night should we want it, followed by cake and ice cream

So why all the self-absorbed anxiety?  Why all the alienation?
   You'd think we'd be glad of more time to exercise our imagination
Difference is royalty had servants who responded to their every command
   Kings and Queens had lively instantaneous conversation on demand

Dependent on machines, woe are we
   Leading emotion-free lives 
      of people-less poverty

The Laundromat

In another lifetime, I was there
As sudsy clothes, a’jumble,
Went round and round until removed
In damp and twisted tumble.

Into the dryers they would go
While I just sat there, reading,
To help the time go by so boredom
Skulked away, receding.

When dry, the folded sheets and such
Into my cart were nestled
And schlepped to my apartment,
Up five flights I daily wrestled.

We moved within a year to where
Our building’s basement hosted
A bevy of machines to which
An elevator coasted.

Yet when I pass the laundromat
There’s surely no debating
That I don’t miss those days of carts
And inconvenient waiting.

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