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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

Flush

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

Exigent Mind

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.

a royal flush

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? 

Hush Flush At Sunset

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

Frolic Flush

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.

Flush Does Sessy Street

[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!]
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FLUSH =  Fearless League of Unlikely Super Heroes
        

Soup Creek Meets Flush

[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

The Flush of November

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

Straight Flush

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!

Straight Flush

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!

Clothes Waiting To Be Washed

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

First Flush

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

He Gave It a Flush

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

The Prairies Flush

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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