Flush Poems - Poems about Flush

My lady wife does strange things with the lavatory brush She stands it in the loo and then she activates the flush But she’s my girl and not someone that I would want to chasten Except she leaves the brush there like it’s Guardian of the Basin I know she pours in loads of bleach in which the brush...

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Sitting, thinking, stuck, saying repeatedly to myself... "I've got to go, I've got to go, I've got to go" As I sit and stare at the four-by-four ceramic tiles, They look back at me with many faces. It's amazing where my mind has taken me. Those faces in those tiles, I see a woman holding a...

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I swear tout de suite, that... My noddle ain't petabyte But just a condign floppy disk. So I could swiftly flush out some memories, And retain only what's necessary. I swear I wanna draft some boundries. As much as I need a reclying bin, and depositary In my head. ...

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His tongue might work well in commodes Trump's flapper lets loose toxic loads Spewing crap from the can This Hitleresque man Shows how constipation explodes Author's note: Why does DT need fans? ...

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As the day ends, the sun bids its last adieu. Spreading paint across the sky with ruddy hue. An emblazon show of crimson, fierce and bright, Melds into orange-yellow, a warm delight. Then the hues fade to a pink and purple blend, As the day's final performance nears its end. The sky echoes reflection on lake and sea, Sky as conductor, makes...

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FROLIC FLUSH On dusky evening you appeared unexpected . I offered you posy of lily shining in crimson glaze of my mind , instantly plucked from garden. That was the first and last chance to express my love. Our lingering urge melted in ebullient mutual crave....

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[Absolutely not, by any stretch of the imagination, based upon or influenced by or pertaining to any TV or radio production known as, but not exclusively limited to, “Sesame Street”… your honour!] ___________ FLUSH = Fearless League of Unlikely Super Heroes ...

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[Inspired by Jenna Logan’s epic ‘No Politickin in Soup Creek’] FLUSH = First League of Unlikely Super Heroes ______________ Tumbleweed tumbled through Soup Creek today To stack up against a barn like...

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Designed by the creator, the seasons revolve, the scorching heat of summer is long gone. Outside the window open on the pale lawn, the music of the rustling leaves mesmerize me. As the autumn scene slowly fades away within the freezing fold of the northern wind, the sky sparkles with seamless sapphire shine, satin cloud streaks drift with contours of silver. Thinned...

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Dolly Parton sports a large bust Which fills many men with pure lust Well, maybe not "pure" But one thing is sure: They're bound to make mud out of dust!...

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Humanity so loved the poppy That it made a chemical copy But God knows what we need And it isn't more weed Which seems to make everyone sloppy!...

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Smelling the clothes rinsed, Easily he winced Then, freed a waiting sigh For the ones not dry … Now, quite The Helpless-Tired, He shall have a launderer hired The Heart he needs that of A Lion To The Settled Ones iron … Clothes keep waiting to be washed, Even asking that this be rushed But in reply a face is just flushed, Because Tap Water still...

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the sun rose lemon wildflowers speckled the grass marigold gardens the skies were orange with touches of red and mauve the wind burst with sound colorful birds sang their mystery treetop songs green days of summer...

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He sat on the seat nor too plain nor too plush And when he had finished he gave it a flush Down the well went ideas and thoughts on the ruination society had wrought... Then he flushed one more time to silence the rant that he felt like unleashing for soiling his pants...

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The Prairies Flush David J Walker The colors flowed from his own brush The prairie flush in scented and sacred hues The earth tones framed in the deepest blues Of an unrelenting evening sky Always changing Nonchalantly rearranging Always in the eye of the artist...

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