I look at my hoarder's mess over and over
I call my dogs to look – Alfie and Rover
They see nothing amiss but one runs out with a sock
At least that’s one less thing I say to a broken cuckoo clock
saturday outing
antique show and flea market
a hoarders delight
why do hoarders keep their garbage?
Their empty containers? Dirty diapers? Used dog pads?
If you hate cleaning like I do, turn on the TV show, Hoarders.
It is the best cure to my housework apathy.
There are small paths in the houses they feature
Hoarders don’t sleep in beds
Beds are covered with stuff
Hoarders live on piles of debris
Their bathrooms are full of used pieces of toilet paper
and in one episode, the skeleton of a cat who died there
Food containers are never washed or thrown away
Their sinks are full of dead mice floating in cups of water
The workers have to wear masks
The smell is no doubt unbearable
I still have to ask
Why do hoarders keep their garbage?
People say oldies are hoarders
They collect miscellaneous Throughout the years
Knowledge,experience and utensils
The whole family contributes to the collections
They are memorable
They are precious
Electrical appliances,dresses and shoes
Souvenirs,books and certificates
Piled up the space
They seem to be very rich
With a small gallery
We also fall into this category
But recently we send away all the litters
To the recycling centres and welfare centres
Helping others
Few men are poor
But unluckily riches on earth are
corrupted
By devils
Does greed have a name?
Does she call in the night?
Does she answer when you call for her?
Does she dance with you often?
Does greed care
About anyone but herself?
That others need household goods too?
Does she leave anything on the shelf?
Does greed agree that she is totally one-sided?
Concerned only for self, completely selfish?
Is her heart hard? Her mind made up?
Is it all about her?
Death and taxes
End of times
Life as we know it
Different today thanks to the Corona Virus
New growth all around me
I work in a grade school
Where mamas waddle in baking babies
Wombs full of new life in our young teachers too
We were all living each moment
But suddenly the comfortable world as we knew it
Has stopped, and people are getting off
One CV19 at a time
I am watching the stores
Emptying of toilet paper, hand sanitizer and soap
Wondering if we are still going to be nice to each other tomorrow
Hoarders standing stoically in five hour lines, getting their share and mine
Death and taxes
But let us not forget new life
Let us remember the love and the hope
Let us remember to be nice for today may be our last opportunity to get it right.
Written: Friday March 13th, 2020
Contest: Coronavirus Covid-19 Poetry Contest
Sponsors: TeamPoetrySoup
I am in my beautifully decorated office where I have dragged overflow
A baby gift that should have been given over to the new mama long ago,
Reams of paper that are not going to walk themselves to the printer.
Notebooks and pencils that could be put on a shelf for the winter.
It is weird that my office was gorgeous for a month or so
Then I started dragging and dumping when I should have said whoa.
Sure in three weeks I discarded seven truckloads of junk
But to think I am a neatnick is a complete load of bunk.
The real problem is that I started five projects at the same time.
They overwhelmed me, shut me down, and gave me walls I wanted to climb.
I have not seen my relatives or my friends although three weeks I have been home.
I am sorting and throwing, every pencil box, toothbrush, and comb.
When I get finished, it will be such a welcome sigh of relief.
Packrat people should move every year or two is my honest belief.
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