Hosing Poems - Poems about Hosing

...In the mornings, building staff, Equipped with long green hoses, Wash sidewalks down, attentive to What lurks beneath their noses. Most often, it’s what’s left behind By dogs which poo or pidd......

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...When Whitetails are roadkill someone must hurry (I presume they hurry), to pull the carcass off the blacktop. A dead deer makes quite the road bump. It's a sobering thought as I head along th......

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... Unique things we've lost over the years, Near to our concerns all the time. Rewinding the time is not possible. Eager conquers our exi......

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...Sing to the tune of Jingle Bell Rock: Summertime, summertime, summer time rocks. Summertime comes and kids yell hurrah. Bikin’ and swimmin’ at some park’s big pool; in the summertime, no more s......

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...The orbiting host of a forenoon sky claims a sunny day. They are attributed for the better part of each year, primarily affecting the island's leeward side. On its windward side, periodic downpours f......

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...I walk in the shadow I shore up my doubt, behind a loosely bound hope Which in turn is propped up without foundation Cynical of a life, at the mercy of luck Collateral damage feeds my reservati......

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...Babies cry, sleep, change nappies, feed. Toddlers drink water from cups. Younger brothers, younger sister, older brother, older sister, small town, large country. One lane roads, one lane bridges, u......

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...I’m a ‘bar-back’, I stack, I pull up the crates, unpack and rack. I hump boxes of glasses in, then I hump them out again. I roll barrels into a hand-cranked elevator, then roll the empties into ......

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...muse gets a thrill setting fire to my ideas making them better muse gets sassy throwing paisley into fire winking her truth muse gets busy hosing down my ideas replacing them now......

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...Golden Triangle Snow Old skool rock and roll on the decks. Takes me back to before I was born. Smoking the best ing weed in 'Nam. Swimming in the river. Worshipping dark Gods. Making love to even da......

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...I’m a ‘bar-back’, I stack, I pull up the crates, unpack and rack. I hump boxes of glasses in, then I hump them out again. I roll barrels into a hand-cranked elevator, then roll the empties into ......

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...Picking berries on grandpa’s farm; watching him milk cows in the barn. Getting chased once by swarms of bees. Oodles of childhood memories. Books that I read with so much to gain. Walking down......

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...Random thoughts.. I realize that i love you..not because of who you are...but because of how i feel when i am around you... I realize that you and i could easily go our separate ways..and yes...may......

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...The Fifties were really and truly not all that square Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair And his frumpy wife Mamie had really bad hair Matching those dowdy, plain dresses she......

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...I smell hamburgers on the grill their sizzle sounds scrumpdillyicious. And I can't wait to sink my teeth into a rare barbeque treat. At my favorite picnic spot I smell hamburgers on th......

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