Long Bathroom Poems
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Maybe your February smells the same as my October
Or maybe something tastes the same
Perhaps the beat of our song sounds the same
As your laugh
And the bass tempo is different
And the drum beat is slightly off
I don’t know if I can tell the difference
Between a good change
And a bad change
Maybe you just make me want to experience both
And my jaw hurts
While you become the roman road
To my Egyptian pyramid
And the smell of rain on hot pavement
Sends my senses into overdrive
It lingers
While my memories of February slowly fade
Like steam on the bathroom mirror
While I spit blood into the sink
They dissipate
Cracker jack energy spit spot spit spot!
Jumping me awake
Energized, eager, energy galore.
I wake up to cartwheels, giggles and spins.
Open one eye and catch a half pirouette jump
Off the bed onto the dresser? Giggle, giggle.
Cracker jack energy spit spot spit spot!
A happy face shadows mine.
My eyes flash open.
I am looking into the eyes of two sprites.
No one should be this happy in the morning.
It is their M.O.
They are glad to be alive!
Glad I am their Mom. Giggle. Giggle.
Cracker jack energy spit spot spit spot!
My arms slowly rise up, and I yawn.
They see my traitorous mouth begin its upward corner dance.
I cannot help it! They are in my face, grinning like Cheshire Cat’s mama!
No one should be this pleased to be awoken at 5:30 a.m. but I am.
Because they are my world.
My life, my purpose, my mission, my boys.
Spit spot! Spit spot!
I jump up and race for the bathroom.
Two giggling boys right behind me.
I have not been in the bathroom alone
For four or five years.
No worries.
Written 8-24-2019
Contest: Wow Me
Sponsor Nina Parmenter
Chip Woman
She was everyone’s craving – a rectangular piece of deep-fried potato:
a salt and vinegar one,
one that made them glow.
She was the too friendly –
and the too trusting – type.
Raised well she’d been.
She lived up to her hype.
One afternoon she delivered
a book to an old woman, who
had lots of ants as pets,
who kept saying Hello and Thank You.
She said she wouldn’t stay long
but the ants had planned differently along.
While the old woman was in the bathroom
the ants cornered Chip Woman and ate her up quick.
When the old woman returned smelling of perfume
they swore to her, and she believed them, that
Chip Woman had to split to buy a bathing costume.
icicles dripping water in the sunshine
watching her sleep soundly as the sun slowly sets
i wish this impromptu trip's feeling would last forever
in life sometimes, all we get is what we get
icicles dripping water in the sunshine
watching the small waves try to decide whether or not to crash
i take in what will, in the future, be a moment all but forgotten
in life sometimes, all we get is what we get
icicles dripping water in the sunshine
hearing her wake up as she stretches and makes just-woke-up faces
i smile and say 'good morning' as she slowly makes her way to the bathroom
in life sometimes, all we get is what we get
icicles dripping water in the sunshine
hearing her slow, lazy footsteps make their way towards me
with a sleepyhead kiss, we hold each other watching the sun finish setting
in life sometimes, all we get is what we get
icicles dripping water in the sunshine
sweet december morning for minds to quickly change
without asking, we simultaneously decide to take a quick walk and stay in for the day
in life sometimes, what we get must be treasured in as many possible ways
Open my eyes and say to myself
How am I feeling today
Most morning, myself says, “are you nuts!”
“It's too early, turn over I say!”
Going back to sleep ain't gonna happen
I'd just toss and turn and moan
So it's “up and at 'im”, the time is now
“Rise 'n shine, you lazy bones!”
Drag myself out from under the covers
Wipe the sleep from my peepers
On the way to the bathroom, walk into a wall
And down go my Charlie Brown sleepers
So there I stand in all my glory
My masculinity exposed to the world
It's really nothing to get too excited about
Don't forget I'm 78 years old
But finally I manage to clear my head
Notice something's a little different
There's feeling of grass tickling my toes
In my stupor, outside I went
Imagine my horror as I stand there exposed
My Charlie Brown's down at my ankles
Of well, don't have any secrets anymore
As my “assets” create a big scandal
© Jack Ellison 2013
I was an army-brat town boy
of ten when we moved to the country.
I recall arriving in a village
called Cold Springs.
My dad purchased
a century-old house
with five and a half acres of farmland.
But it had no running water,
no bathroom, and no furnace.
An outhouse was
attached to a barn
some distance from the house.
And a rusty outside pump
was our only means of water.
For heat, it had a pot-bellied iron stove;
that we had to feed all day and all night.
It felt spooky and haunted.
At first, I hated it!
At night, I'd hear groans and squeaks
that invaded my dreams.
But Dad dug a well, painted the outsides,
had copper plumbing installed, put in a septic tank,
built a bathroom, and added a furnace,
turning that house into a home, I've learned to love.
I started with one small corner of my kitchen
Set the timer, so I could stop in fifteen minutes
Set the timer eight more times until the floor was scrubbed
The counters were scraped, the table was polished to a shine
Might as well do the microwave
I kept shutting the refrigerator door
I was not ready to tackle that monster yet
Hardened ketchup drips and syrup from a year ago
The living room now looks amazingly dirty
Weird since it was cleaned yesterday
I wanted it to sparkle like the kitchen
Before I had quite finished, I had to run to the bathroom
Which I am now painting because it was incredibly dingy
Nothing is done, but lots of things are started.
My husband is poking around in the frig.
He yells “when are you cleaning the refrigerator?”
If there is a homicide on my street, you will know it was me.
There is one thing that I will always miss.
It is the first time that I received a heavenly kiss.
I was so down and out, I just wanted to go.
But God determines when, and his reply was No!
"I know the plan that I have for you.
Just trust in Me and I'll see you through!"
A weighty presence pushed me to the floor.
Tearfully I cried, but I still wanted more.
I've never been able to put into words.
The atmosphere of the room and the voice my mind heard.
Feelings of completeness came over me.
Yet there was no one there that I could see.
I sobbed as I laid on that bathroom floor.
"Please don't leave now, let me have more!"
Not soon after my request the weightiness did lift.
I was again aware of the room, but His presence I missed!
Since that day in St Pete, my only goal.
Has been to connect again with the Lover of my soul!
I wish I could say that I always obey.
But I'm human and my flesh acts funny somedays!
I wander daily through this desert called life.
It's filled with hate, sickness, death and strife.
I come running back because I need His love.
He's my Heavenly Father who watches from above.
He will never turn a single person away.
No matter what we've done or what we say.
He's proved his love when Jesus died for you.
Don't give up on life, He'll help you through.
I am confounded, confused, truly perplexed
By people who are selfish and mean.
Were they abandoned in bathroom stalls?
Did they have to survive on a cold tile floor?
Was their world so cruel that they think only of themselves?
I am confounded, confused, truly perplexed
By people who are bossy and belligerent.
Do they think this is the way to influence you?
To make you a friend? To straighten you out?
Why is their way the only way?
Were they raised by alcoholics? Not able to change their sad childhoods?
I am confounded, confused, truly perplexed
By people who are perpetually angry and grouchy.
Do they never find their bliss? Do they frighten away their soul mates?
Do they not know that sadness is at the root of their anger?
Why do they not reach out for help? Do they trust no one?
Were they raised in houses where mothers held I-pads instead of them?
I am confounded, confused, truly perplexed by depression,
Anxiety, and grief. These feelings are terrifying for me. I am
An empath, so I have to stay away from these feelings. I hope
You understand. If my empathy perplexes you, I get it.
Where do I get to go?
I have kept searching on the globe,Buh no one to find as the best,
We broke into conversation at the river bank,
It was our first time meeting each other's frank,
She was eloquent and good looking,
"Is not too late,Buh I can't keep myself drank,
Only when the sun set will you see more feeling",
she said with a soft prank,
On contrary,I took a chance of keeping myself afar,
As the taste of our conversation sprung into deeper enjoyment,
Time was also wearing an attire,
....dad,mum and sibling were far from resident,
Different thoughts were filling the mind,Buh I wanted to maintain good conscience,
Her eyes were longing for suspense,
Her belly needed some food to keep her first,
Without wasting time,I brought her home for dinner and take some rest,
"Pls,can you get me a towel,...since I need to shower",
I immediately provided what she demanded,
After a short while,she returned to sit just on a couch adjacent to my seat at the hall verily,
My eyes were attentively fixed on the tele,
because I was enjoying new music videos from MaliMusic,
Patiently,she stayed calmed,...waited for me to come through with a pubic,
Being negligent to her tactile wishes,
Never did I know she was a lady with the heart of fishes,
Within a tick of the watch,she pulled off the towel from herself,
Her complexion was really ebonic,
Buh the thighs alone were seductive,which got a desire panic,
My heart was beating fast,
...and indeed my hopes were really vast,
All that she said was,"show me where I'll lay down myself?",
There was no other place for her than for us to share a bed,
After some minutes she lied down,
I later joined her from the bathroom now,
Immeditely she felt my presence on the bed,she reprimanded,
"Lets pray before we sleep",and indeed she prayed....,
Fortunately nothing carnal was set if delayed,
Early in the next morning,she led a devotion for us two with spirituality relayed,
Nothing will she say to guarantee who she was,than for me to say,"a Virtuous lady",
Immediately I said AMEN to a prayer she raised,
I realised everything was a daytime dream!