Long Laundry basket Poems

IMPRINTS
(Part 1 of Trilogy for My Father)

His shoes by the front door make me cry,
like his glasses resting atop an
unfinished crossword
and his toothbrush in its holder
the bristles still damp.
And I wonder...

Did he brush his teeth...

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Washday at the Zoo

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Do-B-Do was my first cat as an adult.
I really wasn’t sure I even wanted a cat.
My ex wanted a kitten and I gave in,
we picked the sweet fluffy female one.
She was a grey tabby with...

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One day a laundry basket felt rather full. Heavy. Weighted. Lots of mixtures tumbled together. Not placed. Just thrown in. In no order. How could it be that the ironing board had nice neat piles...

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“Oh my, the weather out is real nice!” Said the Papa Turkey.
“Hey Mrs. Gobbler get the kids. Lets go for a nice Fall stroll.”
“Line up now. Listen to your Ma.”
The rafter of little poults wobbles...

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Backyard Fences

you want to plan a murder ?
 your mind is racing
 its the cause for religion
 in certain circles running

 Light of illumination
 who gets the getaway car ?
 running through loop holes
 in...

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Throughout the animal kingdom, 
There are commonalities, don’t you think?
One of the strongest among them
Is an inborn maternal instinct.

She wouldn’t leave her litter
To go outside and save herself;
Instead she stayed beside them
And barked and howled...

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An Ideal Wife

By Elton Camp

She keeps her house spotlessly clean
No irritating clutter will ever be seen
The laundry basket empty will stay
Clothes folded and neatly put away

Crisp, fresh sheets will be on the bed
“It needs changing”...

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(Part 1 of Trilogy for My Father)

His shoes by the front door make me cry
like his glasses resting atop an
unfinished crossword
and his toothbrush in its holder
the bristles still damp.
And I wonder...

Did he brush his teeth...

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Once we were a matching pair, some days we’d get downbeat
as we both couldn't abide the stench of sweaty cheesy feet!

Our male owner would pop us in the washing machine
with warm soapy suds we’d soon...

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Sock Returns

The washer absconded with a sock
Then went into an agitated cycle
Blamed the dryer for the missing thing
The dryer accused the weather
Said it never saw the red and yellow item
Or the hole at the top...

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Pig Patty Plop ran into the Laundry mat,
From the awful butcher she was hiding.
Tired, busy mommy was taking some shirts out,
Bubbles hit the floor, and Patty was soon sliding.

She tried to hide under a young...

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A vision seized me, before
The marriage of my kin.
Betrothed to a faith apart,
Like a stray from the hallowed ground;
where forefathers had etched:
A devout Catholic and a pioneer,
A premonition of life truth.

I wandered through the paddy...

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I open the door for my son,
while he carries his laundry basket
full of clean clothes out to his car. 

He says, "Thank you mama.
I love you mama." 

He's a prison guard and I worry.

While I...

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Let’s drop the baby out the window fifteen stories down.
I stare into the child’s eyes; why would I do that?
She trusts me. I ponder it but not meaning to.

You are a wimp. Just do it!
That...

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I look up into your smiling eyes
I see happiness
I look at your stance
I see a solid foundation
For us to join together
To be as one ...I will be your bride
Dressed in virginal white
(Guess our holiday together...

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"Ma, Ma" she gently calls,
Beautiful music to my ears,
"I love you Gramma!" 
Then plants a kiss upon my cheek.

My first grandchild,
A precious gift from above,
Full with vibrant energy,
A delight to watch each day.

I am convinced...

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Hello, I am a purple sock who has lost my mate recently,
we were beloved by our owner and she is real devastated !
She liked to wear us in her dance shoes and we liked...

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Soft life had decided to give In  
A glass of vanilla yoghurt    
A piece of cake for breakfast  
A plate of macaroon for lunch  
And some pasta for supper...

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This is what awaits at home -
(I'll try explaining in a poem).
Taxi line or Uber call.
Heat I cannot take at all.

Mail piled up and plants a'droop.
Empty fridge or fruit-turned goop.
Messages on the machine.
Headlines that I...

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