Long Dryers Poems

- - Chapter 2: Adult Responsibility (With Some Breaks) - -     

By ten years old, no weekends off, 
Or Saturday cartoons, 
Although I did have cash to spend, 
I felt my...

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My wife and I were apartment managers for 18 grueling years that rented exclusively to college students, and - though everything I claim here is either disgusting or scary - or BOTH....it’s all true!



Well, it’s...

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Grandma Gretchen's in her rocker and she has something to say. 

She tells a visitor, a young man from the city, if he plans to write a book about life on a farm in the...

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twisted tied dyed bug infested, interested;
mon tosh memorized motor vehicle registrations;
tailor chokeberry reaches rhymes gyrations;
leaving whom am I to remain, sustained
captured...

WHY SHOULD I COMPLAIN
no ones listen......
no one listen.....
WHY SHOULD I COMPLAIN
who am I to cry
no...

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“Shouldn't we wash the pillow cases on these pillows?”
I say while thinking back to my face in the mirror breaking out, covered in grotesque red bumps my pimples have past the point of being categorized...

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I'm sure you've all heard the story
About the rainbow and the pot of gold
Well, you'll not find no treasure there
So, listen, to how this story unfolds

You see, I was standing there one day
When the rainbow...

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It wasn't my choice to spend that Sunday

Washing clothes at the nearest Laundromat.

My washer could not be fixed 'til Monday

My dirty clothes just could not wait for that.





No one else was there when I first...

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**For Ruben O, My little Bro**

(This poem was written and a recording made for the contest sponsored by Team Poetrysoup which was deleted before it was judged.  I wonder if this would have received...

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I thought I would have, all my cards in the mail
You can tell that my pace, is that of a snail
I’m such a “go getter” and I hate sitting still
One things’ for certain, I haven’t...

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           TV SHOPPING MADNESS

           The mad Christmas shopping on
TV has begun.

    ...

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When I was twelve my grandma told me I was a woman – 
and in six or eight years I would be a wife.
She said Sundays would be pasta days, Fridays I’d cook fish –
and...

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HOCUS BOGUS, BOGUS POCUS!
A hex on the dryers of you who owe us
A pox on your socks never to be found
Unwound and pulled down underground
I voodoo better than you do, and you'll rue
The day you...

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Hymn to an Art-o-matic Laundromat
by Michael R. Burch

after Richard Thomas Moore’s “Hymn to an Automatic Washer”

O, terrible-immaculate
ALL-cleansing godly Laundromat,
where cleanliness is next to Art
—a bright Kinkade (bought at K-Mart),
a Persian rug (made in Taiwan),
a Royal...

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I can only assume by assumptions are assumeable.


God is not dead, he just seems to be on an extended vacation.

I brought a tombstone pizza to the graveyard- hope they enjoyed.

I only get a runny nose...

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Elixers, emulsions, powders and lotions,
spread on the counter like a fleet on  an ocean.
It’s those bathroom battles that I still see,
ground that was lost, or a quiet victory.
A bloodless conflict, I must concede,
But battle...

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Spent thirty minutes past curfew 
mother's punishment an easy task,nothing new
finish chores when I'm bored
laundry cleaning's evovled from washboards
to cleaners and washer-dryers
the clothing's piled high,higher 
than my height and summer nostalgia's hard to fight
everything stunk...

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Dancing in the rain in the UK 

The water is pouring and pounding down
And I'm dancing no doubt looking insane, 
But I can feel the rain's rhythm as it beats down,
As it rebounds off the...

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Alice in Wonder

Alice in wonder, landed a handful
From depths of a dryer eerily playful

Another sock missing, the dryer she’s dissing
A goblin within she fears is hissing

Disgusted by waste, calls Scotland Yard in haste
Thoughts of buying...

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Thunder Cats roared onto the cartoon scene in the Eighties.
Bringing forth SHE-roes and Heroes which was exciting for many.
My children probably enjoyed them, I do not remember.
This was during the time when TV was guiding...

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sitting in a laundromat
watching people steal from the dryers
wondering why people just up and leave their stuff,
i shake my head and get back to the new zane novel
it is then at the finish of chapter...

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In the singularity
perfectly good poems
are being written by laughing
and crying machines
washing machines and dryers
about their daily tasks
and ambivalences
which will be indistinguishable
from those of future
farmers and philosophers.

In the singularity
evolution can be said
to be the master sorter...

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by Robert(Bob)Moore © 2016

Do you remember Dolly Blue, 
Carbolic soap and brownstone too
mam at the copper, stick in hand
to stir the clothes, so they’d look grand

squeeze out the water, through the wringer
be careful though, don’t...

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TV used to make laundromats feel exciting in their ads 
For those of you who have never been, you may be fooled.
For those of us who have, we know better.
You do not wear high heels,...

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Once a week we do the wash;
It’s part of our routine.
With just the two of us at home,
There’s not that much to clean.

Apartment living means, for one,
Machines are there to share.
The basement has the laundry...

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Everybody and their cousin wants their haircut today.
The sign is in the window as usual – stylist needed.
Great opportunity. Apply within.
It should say ten stylists needed.
Many empty stations.
Not sure what is happening here.
The usual cutters...

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