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In the beginning
All I ever wanted to do is talk it over
But constantly getting the cold shoulder
Causes cold hopes
You made me feel like nothing inside
And egg with no yoke
You can't be mad forever
Eventually it'll all come spilling out
I just wanted to talk
But now we've embarked on 4 month drought
You'll forgive me and I'll be long gone
Don't have Motley message me
And don't go callin John
You'll be back
You'll be back
Me and John are calling that
I'll be filling up people's prescriptions
And you'll still be making Big Macs
What are you forgiving me for anyway
For getting to know you and taking the chance
While you spill your insecurities out about your eyes and tight pants
Are you forgiving me for making think outside the box and laugh
You telling me they was taking forever to remodel your bathroom
And you had to go over your sisters house and take a bath
Was i perfect...no
But that doesn't justify the petty lies
Do you know how many times I blamed myself
Do you know how many times i curled up and cried
I never said I ddnt care about you
But I realized that I have to move on and accept the end
I just wanna talk to carry on
At this point I don't wanna be your friend
I just wanna be cordial and have nothing to do with you
Searching for forgiveness
You act this is an episode of Blue Clues
And I'm tired of searching for the clues of the real you
I rather search for Steve and Magenta
It's just started off as a big misunderstanding
Now 4 months later we have a dilemma
I'm tired of guessing
And hurting
Since I can't talk to you
My tears have to be my spokesperson
Tears talk to
But you might not like what they have to say
Cause they'll be talking about you
Don't come back
Don't come back
My heart you broke that
And in the beginning all I wanted to do is chat
You kicked me outta your life
Left me looking dumb at the door mat
You would snarl at me when I was ringing the bell and knocking
So just walking away was kinda my only option
BevelynKaye said you need some coal in your stocking
Pieces of my broken heart I got stuck sweeping and moppin
From this situation I've cried, I've tried; heart died, matured, grew
When I'm gone I know for sure you'll miss me
Picking on me
Will I miss you...
But the real question is
Should I forgive you
I can never comply with fastidious hygiene
Try as thee most persuasive person might,
he/him, she/her,
they, them... can never wean
yours truly always objected
being told when to bathe/shower
particularly when puberty
found yours truly a tween
and my mother (deceased eighteen
plus years - sess her bowl),
she exerted authority
and told her "take a bath,
or no supper"
analogous to a queen,
strict disciplinarian to boot
who wedded her king
(my late father) at age nineteen
the latter (day saint) quite keen
nevertheless both experienced
love towards each other
and tricked out their progeny
(myself included) with halloween
getup, I vaguely recall Amelie Beth
(their eldest daughter -
older sister of mine)
donned as an angel
lighting up night sky, an empyrean
permanent heavenly fixture
popular through Byzantine
epoch, which blinded
her brother (me),
cuz yours truly, the devil in disguise.
Here I sit scores of decades
now edging closer to the edge of night,
and approaching those twilight years
remembering protesting vehemently
(way past the bewitching hour)
not wanting to wash myself
in the tub (water frigid cold), I write
how mother dearest,
whose presence I wanted to smite
this puny progeny
grappling as a neophyte
whose Lilliputian stature
(when a prepubescent)
a over five feet in height
who when constantly
teased courtesy bullies
ran back to ma mommy
whose son totally affright.
If employed in social services field, why
the above might justifiably
smack of insubordination
hashtagging me as Pigpen thereby
wharf fare prompting me
to cleanse myself diving off a Quai
in an effort for Peanuts gallery
to accept yours truly well nigh
but unfortunately
getting mistakenly captured
as a prisoner of war
forced by Japanese to construct
two parallel bridges spanning
the river Kwai
as part of Burma Railway,
also called the Death Railway,
for the many lives
lost in its construction,
but my daring do,
(and boyish good looks)
found yours truly
whisked away to the island of Hawaii,
where hula dancers
choreographed, entranced, and finessed
their seductive routines
a native lass smitten courtesy
one wily word wizard
whose courage bucked up
after munching powder milk biscuits
taken as mistress
helped beget our daughter,
who became apple of mine eye.
Being one of the volunteers for medical mission,
It feels good for my dedicated service in action,
No need to cross on borders just to help other people,
They are just in the corner to ask medicine for a cure.
Doctors who always there for the illegal immigrants,
Dedicate their time for the sake of the peasants,
Different nationalities living in a foreign country,
They needed love and care for they are lonely and weary.
Money can’t buy satisfaction and happiness,
Even if people called them the less fortunate,
Surviving in a far away land for a while,
Where in their native land, they are in exile.
Lack of material things they don’t have,
All they need is our unconditional love,
Life is still good living in place of poverty,
Seeking solace for our love and generosity.
Note:
Being one of the volunteer for medical mission for 2 years, I know how it feels to be isolated in a secluded place. Some of the illegal immigrants are in hiding because they came in the country of Thailand without any passports, they are afraid the authorities will catch them and send them to jail and send them back to their native land. Some of them living in the mountains where lack of waters that some children seldom take a bath that’s why some of them are sick. Another thing is lack of foods that it takes weeks for some people to go down to city to buy for their daily needs, in other words they are lack of basics necessities. As I observe during our medical mission every month in different places in Ratcharuburi initiated by Thai priest with Thai nurses, Filipino doctors, nurses and volunteers, Spanish doctor and some other nationalities, some of the children are malnourish, have skin problems, fever, flu, etc. They can’t go to the hospital because they are afraid the authorities will catch them and send them to jail, even if the doctors will recommend them to go to some hospitals, they will not going to have a check up because they don’t have money. I know it’s really hard for them to live like that but still I saw them with pure happiness in their heart laughing and smiling with us during our medical mission every month. All they need is our guidance, help, generosity and love. Let’s pray for them that they always overcome their struggles in life.
I was waiting to see if you would come to take a bath in the island sun and throw your towel on the sand and soak your winter in my pleasure.
I was hoping that you would come to celebrate the Fourth of July with me and sample the island’s white rum.
You can taste our chicken jerk, their dogs hot, smoked hamburger and barbecue resting on the shoulder.
You can have a long glass of cane juice and escovitch fish served on a platter, and when you are done, you can walk with me about the yard and warm yourself in the island sun.
Come and celebrate the Fourth of July with me, and bring your friends, coworker, children, spouse and family.
Come and celebrate the Fourth of July with me to honor congress declaration of Independence of the colonies' and their separation from Great Britain; come and celebrate the fourth of July with me to honor George Washington and Joe. Biden’s legacy.
Come and celebrate the fourth of July with me to remember all the lives that were lost and those that paid a brutal sacrifice in American war of Independence from Britain.
Those brave men and women gave their lives for a free America to have a cup of tea in peace and to trade their coffee without taxation; Adams, Thomas, and Jefferson were significant deal breakers in American war of Independence
April 4th 1776 was an historical day when Britain and America went their separate way and the tea taxation war was over, but Britain and America still maintain that special relationship.
Come celebrate the fourth of July with me and watch the fireworks mounting up from the earth and exploding in the sky in a spectacular scene that surreal.
This American tradition is enjoyed throughout the land; families always gather together hugging and loving one another while they watch the fireworks parade in the sky lighting up the world. This magnificent view will make your dream come true.
Come celebrate the fourth of July with me and erect a make shift table in a hot balloon; we will float around the world and stop in France before the meeting begin.
You will gather the young protesters together and take them out for supper, tell them that you love them and declare that the war is over. Come celebrate the fourth of July with me.
His assignment was a simple one…to go home…observe his family
and then write an essay his teacher entitled, ‘What Love Means To Me’
He did just that…for days he watched his mom…he secretly took notes
and after a little bit of observation…this is what he wrote:
WHAT LOVE MEANS TO ME
Love is my mom making sure I have all my meals…that I am happy and well fed.
It’s how she makes sure I take a bath, clean behind my ears and brush my teeth before I go to bed.
It’s how she happily gets behind the wheel when it’s her turn to car-pool
or how she greets me with a hug and a kiss when I get home from school.
I saw so many big things my mom does when I was watching…big things of love just for me
but I also saw love in little things she does when she thinks I do not see.
It’s when making me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich she takes the time to spread
the peanut butter…just the way I like it…on both slices of the bread.
It’s the notes she slips into my lunchbox…how she finds a way
with a smiley face or a little heart…to brighten up my day.
It’s when she reads me a book in bed at night…once I’ve prayed my soul the lord to keep
how she always reads to the end of the book even when she thinks I am asleep.
It’s when, after she tucks me into bed and has turned out all the lights,
she checks back in later…to make sure that I’m all right.
It seems to me love has two parts…before this…I didn’t know…
each part is equally important…each part make love grow.
The first part has to do with those big things we do for others…
like the big things my mom does for me.
Those big things when I’m watching…that are easy for me to see.
The second part are all those little things we do for each other…
Like all the little things my mom does for me
when she thinks I am not watching…when she thinks I do not see.
So to me love means making another person happier than they had ever thought…
Like all the big things my mom does for me when she knows that I am watching…
and all the little things she does for me when she thinks that I am not
His mom has saved his essay all these years…and sometimes on a whim
She pulls it out to remind herself what her love meant to him.
self proclaimed er calculating polymath
no win tent to kindle,
or spark hay8 full ire rate wrath
juiced whiling away
the early evening hour hath
horror hived this february
twenty second, nah scared to take a bath.
The Process (is a Process All Its Own)
eye up ply applies
to brain storming with zest to whit
barn storming across das plains of google
to pitchfork embers tuff flickr tinder lee
with smart poetic dip pose zit
tool loom hen ate interior darkness
where lurks the monstrous akin to Perdido
otherwise known as perdition,
especially Native American
linkedin as The Buffalo Hunter
pseudonym adopted by Ballard and Sandrine,
The Green Woman, whose Side predicted to win
Pork Pie Hat predicated on FengShui yang and yin
force fields property aligned creates A Special Place
predominantly filled with A Dark Matter
only known (bee you wick), i.e.,The Skylark
and of course Poe's Children, totaling 5 Stories
helpful to down with a chaser
viz - The Little Blue Book Of Rose Stories
Ideally red (red) in The Night Room,
where an unsuspected parvenu
absconded with Lost Boy, Lost Girl
housing Magic Terror, but interestingly
one must ask - Isn't It Romantic?
Via the perspective Looking Back
feigning to be combination of Mr. X, and/or
and Mrs. God innocent looking people
yet, the progenitors of The Hellfire Club
burnt offerings indistinguishable from Blue Rose
fragrance or melancholy Ghosts
resembling trumpeting Floating Dragon
invoking grabbing by The Throat sensation
Where spirits flit to and fro
throughout neighborhood Houses Without Doors
and games without frontiers
this...a millennial Mystery
unlike the generic Ghost Story,
the main anti protagonist and/or
pro antagonist, nonetheless named Koko
who calls The Juniper Tree home
especially eerie Under Venus
provoking Wild Animals
to run berserk at lightspeed
en masse Black Sabbath
bestirs cries and whispers
proto, pseudo psychedelic
quint essence ova thermocouple
holo graphic images hypnotizing vista as Shadowland
explicit formula generating happy interacial Marriages
nah...ha - ah, the joe cuz on ewe
especially, If You Could See Me Now!
The entire city is in darkness
Yet the brightness shines through you
People left to get away, in their cars they drove
I stayed - flood water is used to flush the toilet
I'm glad to have a gas stove
Water in the ice chest, tub and washing machine
Old folks know exactly what I mean
Water is unclean and contaminated - Oh how we thirst
No central air, no ceiling fans - Oh how we sweat
For days your own means of transportation
Is a boat and your legs
Ravioli in a can without any heat
Food in a box without any meat
People placed on a bridge walking up and down
Not knowing soon, they would leave their town
Bible, clothes, cell phone, charger, license
Foodstamp card, toothbrush, children and money
This shh... is serious, don't think it's so funny
Holding signs wondering has anyone seen us
Missing loved ones never made it to the bus
Tears we cry and cry and cry
Sooner or later the sun will dry
Free rent for a month cause now your home is a Dome
Sometimes sleeping on a cot really mean a lot
Take a bath fully exposed, no privacy for there are no doors
Salvation Army, FEMA
Pushing and shoving to get assistance is hard
I don't know 'bout you, but I got a Red Cross card
Three weeks later, I'm back touring my home
The water has subsided, yet the smell still so strong
Four kids plus one is five, thank You God we're all alive
... and to think the reality show Survivor
Does not contain one Katrina victim
Thank You -
On behalf of me and my city New Orleans, we thank you all!
Thank you to the state of Texas and to all the states, thank you for everything!
Thank you to everyone around the world for your heartfelt love and support during this time of devastation and uncertainty, for we were completely lost and broken.
Special thanks to Houston, Texas for opening up the Astro Dome and Reliant Center and allowing it to become a home for us.
Thank you to all of the shelters and to everyone who made donations, volunteered their time and opened up their doors and hearts to our families.
Thank you to those who graced us and embraced us.
Thank you to those who stayed with us and prayed with us.
We are forever grateful!
The entire city is in darkness
Yet the brightness shines through you
People left to get away, in their cars they drove
I stayed - flood water is used to flush the toilet
I'm glad to have a gas stove
Water in the ice chest, tub and washing machine
Old folks know exactly what I mean
Water is unclean and contaminated - Oh how we thirst
No central air, no ceiling fans - Oh how we sweat
For days your own means of transportation
Is a boat and your legs
Ravioli in a can without any heat
Food in a box without any meat
People placed on a bridge walking up and down
Not knowing soon, they would leave their town
Bible, clothes, cell phone, charger, license
Foodstamp card, toothbrush, children and money
This shh... is serious, don't think it's so funny
Holding signs wondering has anyone seen us
Missing loved ones never made it to the bus
Tears we cry and cry and cry
Sooner or later the sun will dry
Free rent for a month cause now your home is a Dome
Sometimes sleeping on a cot really mean a lot
Take a bath fully exposed, no privacy for there are no doors
Salvation Army, FEMA
Pushing and shoving to get assistance is hard
I don't know 'bout you, but I got a Red Cross card
Three weeks later, I'm back touring my home
The water has subsided, yet the smell still so strong
Four kids plus one is five, thank You God we're all alive
... and to think the reality show Survivor
Does not contain one Katrina victim
Thank You -
On behalf of me and my city New Orleans, we thank you all!
Thank you to the state of Texas and to all the states, thank you for everything!
Thank you to everyone around the world for your heartfelt love and support during this time of devastation and uncertainty, for we were completely lost and broken.
Special thanks to Houston, Texas for opening up the Astro Dome and Reliant Center and allowing it to become a home for us.
Thank you to all of the shelters and to everyone who made donations, volunteered their time and opened up their doors and hearts to our families.
Thank you to those who graced us and embraced us.
Thank you to those who stayed with us and prayed with us.
We are forever grateful!
It's not when I'm asleep I dream,
It's the stages in between,
The moment just before waking,
The drifting before repose,
When fleeting seconds which with I gamble,
When the mind is allowed to amble,
Through the childish thoughts & tangents,
Through odditys, obscurity & madness,
Between dreaming & thinking, oh what a team,
Between you & me, I remember no dream,
Longer than it takes me to brush my teeth,
Longer still than that I bet you remember thinking thoughts,
Precisely this is why dreams are special they're thoughts you could not think,
Precisely without inebriation, drugs, alchohol & the kitchen sink,
Insane thoughts
Inane thoughts
These are what haunt me in the zone between slumber & regard,
These things these euphoric jaunts into the surreal & marred,
I don't dream of power, success or wealth,
I dream of pretty things like coconuts in stealth,
Parroquets singing barbershop to girls who have no hair,
Robot polkadot girly dudes wearing nout but underwear,
A friend is now my lover, A lover is now my slave,
I'm chased, I chase an abandoned & forgot old knave,
Who earned my ire & my wrath,
By failing to take a bath,
In a land where water doesn't exist,
But drinking honey gets you pissed,
A snake slithers slowly, seranading sirens shout support,
I take my mothers kitchen knife but quickly am I caught,
Before I get to slice into my favourite memory,
Dreams.
Dreams of transport take me from myself to another dimension,
Dreams like these are precisely why I fail to mention,
My own works of the deranged mind when at a party it is said,
"My oh my, I had the weirdest dream last night"
But I don't dream, I think, or atleast I think I think,
But if I concentrate on the thought i lose it in a blink,
It's like that chinese finger trap,
It's harder still the more you try,
So keeping a dream in mind is harder than most things,
So you might aswell just enjoy it whilst it lingers,
And then I think of the thoughts that I am thinking,
And then I'm brought to sobriety,
And left with my boring normal mind,
And that is less fun.
When, I was feeling under the WEATHER,
Everything I do it appears,
Nothing is getting BETTER!
When, I’m feeling down and OUT,
I feel death, is my only ROUTE!
When I can no longer take the PAIN,
I hear a voice whisper to ME!
“SAY MY NAME”!
When everyone around me appears to by DYING,
everyone around me is CRYING!
While everything I love at touch, instantly CRUMBLES,
I no longer possess, the spirit, or will power, to RUMBLE!
When the sun never shines, because of all the RAIN,
I hear a voice whisper to ME!
“SAY MY NAME”!
When my clouds are GREY,
It’s not looking like, I’ll make it, past TODAY!
When my life’s times, are beyond HARD,
It appears, and feels like, no one seems to care, even GOD!
When it feels like, no matter what, everything always stays the SAME,
I hear a voice whisper to ME!
“SAY MY NAME”!
When no one is there, to help you face your FEARS,
You can take a bath, in your own TEARS!
When everyone believes, you constantly make the wrong choices,
Never can, you do RIGHT!
They honestly believe, the only thing, you do,
Almost good is FIGHT!
When they believe, you’re chasing a dream, of FAME.
I hear a voice whisper to ME,
“SAY MY NAME”!
When your all alone, sitting in a dark PLACE,
You yourself cannot find happiness, with your own FACE!
When the waters, have risen, and you’re constantly beaten, by life’s WAVES,
It feels like, you’re drowning, and you will never be SAVED!
And it appears no matter what, you change everything, still REMAINS.
I hear a voice whisper to ME!
“SAY MY NAME”!
I will not leave you, nor will you, I ever FORSAKE.
I’ll be there, when you’ll sleep,
And I’ll still be there when you AWAKE!
As long as you do not forget me, I promise I will never forget YOU.
Believe my commandments, follow them TOO.
Know this no matter what, you have done, will do,
Or doing, my feelings are without CHANGE!
I hear a voice whisper to ME!
As long as you never forget this, one phrase!
“SAY MY NAME”!