Long Vacuum Poems
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I like to exercise my mind, but how I hate to work.
Whatever needs exertion is the action that I shirk.
Labor with the brain is fine. I do it all the time.
How I love to sit and read or think of words that rhyme.
But send me to the bathroom with a brush so that I'll scrub,
and I'll barely rub the ring off. Then I'll lie there in the tub.
Peek inside; you'll find me, a novel in one hand,
resting as I'm soaking in my own little Bubble Land.
Clean the oven? What a joke. The most that I can stand
is loading up the wash machine (a task that's merely bland).
Maybe run the vacuum once a week across the floor,
and quickly dab where dust is bad; most stuff I ignore.
As my jobs all pile up, housework's even more a chore.
Why must work that's physical be such a dreadful bore?
My well-ingrained aversion to utilizing muscle
does have one exception: at the gym I like to hustle.
To kick box is so fun although it makes me sweaty.
Step and dance are choreographed. For those I'm always ready.
But I wish that just as quickly as from running on a tread
I could burn up calories doing workouts in my head!
My new born son is as ugly as he can be.
I'm offended when people say he looks like me.
I wanted a son, that is every man's dream.
But when people see him, they always scream.
Last week, a saleslady came to my house to sell a vacuum cleaner.
She started running when she saw my baby, you should've seen her.
I have to get dog drunk before I'm able to kiss him good night.
If you have a bad heart, my baby will cause you to die of fright.
My wife was offended when I said our baby has the face of a horse.
She's so angry at me that she's threatening to get a divorce.
I'll sign the divorce papers but only if she agrees to take the baby.
I want that homely infant out of my sight and I don't mean maybe.
take my ashes
throw them to
the wind where
they may be
spirited away
taken places
randomly took
take a look and
see where the
rambling winds
have taken me
from here to
Timbuktu i
blew in on
a noreaster
but further
south i was
being sucked
up by a French
maid's vacuum
which whom i
simply replied
c'est la vie but
part of me went
straight to the
stratosphere
and landed me
on a snowflake
at Everest's peak
where i would
never melt and
meld back into
life's stream
yet another ash
oppositly in Egypt
found fellowship
with the ka of a milk
bathed beauty who
said she knew me
in another life time
but then time and
time again mostly
my scattered ashes
touched down as if
one small step for
man and landed a
piece of me so
peacefully in
seemingly every
day places
placing me
in ashtrays and
even on my Muse's
car windshield
but before she
could use her
fluid and wipers
up ran a man with
a dirty water bucket
and spit while wielding
as he held it
a squeegee hammer
as if to attack her
window she screamed
not knowing not or
giving a rat's
ash
about me
she realized
that she had
though i had no
change
Form:
The end is nigh.
As the sun goes down
on my life aboard a Titanic-like ship,
infinitesimal time
is being sucked into death's vacuum.
Amid all the frenzy
and anguished screams,
a fiddler still carries on
with devil-may-care nonchalance.
He has accepted his fate,
but I'm in a race against time.
How much is left?
How much time
to regurgitate
all the things I've long digested?
The suppressed words
deep within me
that has rotted in abeyance?
How much time is left
to vomit all these unexpressed words
upon family and friends?
Will I finish in time
saying my final goodbyes
and expressing
how I truly feel to all and sundry?
Making apologies
for all slights I've ever caused?
Do I even bother visiting
regrets of unfinished dreams
or mulling over life not fully lived?
After all, these are slowly drowning with me.
All hope is gone,
but I do know one thing,
I shall make peace with the Lord,
praying that he has mercy
on my soul.
Vogon ReVisited—
Voltage elect potential energy tween two points ver vnit vharged;
Visible referring light spectrum intergalactic, electromagnetic,
vadiation that has a wavelength tween vanometers;
Can be seen by the human eye.
Invasions, implosions humanity asks WHY?
wazz!!!vitellogenesis b gruntions of diverse dumberly dew vibertarian;
Volume the amount of space objects subvance occupies encloses velocity;
Rates of change position vogaon’s willing to salvage respect to time;
Vapor a substance in gaseous,
phases at substance’s critical temperature;
Volatility vaporize given temperate vogonized;
Look at em, better recognized…
Vacuum space that is absent of matter,
wazz!!!vitellogenesis b gruntions of diverse dumberly dew vibertarian;
Verify ...
Vortex Valence to electrons,
the electrons atom’s outermost shell;
Vectorized quantity viscositized fluid’s resistance to flow;
Vacuole a membrane waste, in vogon molecules;
Vesicle organelle fluid Volartarian vocal valetudinarian, Value!!!
Vocha!! Vasodilatations as they gooberly glues clues choice boast;
Volartarian vocal humanitarian lizards;
valetudinaries vogonians manure smelly be gross locket;
See them evil vandalizations those gobblesr warts grumbles the host rocket;
See the visiting valiens vogonians reaching earth;
Imagine with me what's a vogon worth;
As once again they revisits earth…
Vocha!! wazz!!!vitellogenesis b gruntions of diverse dumberly dew vibertarian;
RUN SAVE YOURSLEVES THOSE Vogon’s are here on earth…
7/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
Chameleons
Life’s only consistency is change
for “nature abhors a vacuum”.
Time, inexorably tinges each moment,
colors it in fading yellows.
Memory’s dog-eared pages,
entwined with nostalgia’s neediness,
produce an altered state,
an hereditary fraud.
We are, at best, evolved chameleons
shifting colors lest the truth hold sway,
parsing words to spare the victim
the gravity of the crime.
Muted voices slinking silently
along the edge of rage,
tongues flicking in feigned ferocity,
mumbled mantras blinded eyes.
Night falls behind closed eyelids,
heads buried in the sand,
sentinels of tattered futures
cursed by nature - colorblind.
John G. Lawless
8/4/2016
Come dive down into my fishy world
come swim under the sea with me
deep down from the sun, to the bottom rung
we’ll have fun if you come, you'll see.
Even though I'm a slow, lowly catfish
just a vacuum cleaner with gils
I love wriggling my scraggly whiskers about
as I sift through the sand for my meals.
While I scrape along the ocean floor
I make plenty of watery clouds
they help me to hide as I dart about
so I try to be quiet, not loud.
They say I'm pretty tasty to eat
I don't want to get caught on a hook
that would really ruin my fishy day
got my cat eyes on, better look!
I've already lost Louie to Cajun Bob
who fried him up for dinner last week
luckily I don't purr like a loud, land cat
promise not to squeal, you're too sweet!
Written on 5/10/2018
In the vacuum of your absence, time loses all meaning,
A single hour stretches into an eternity, like two hundred years of longing.
My heart, a heavy burden bears, weighed down by the ache of your departure,
As I struggle to hold back tears, preventing them from cascading like a relentless storm.
The silence is deafening, a cacophony of emptiness that echoes through my soul,
I yearn for the gentle cadence of your voice, the melodious laughter that once filled my heart with joy.
The memories of our moments together now taunt me, a bittersweet reminder of what we once shared,
The whispers of your love, the tender touch of your hand, all now but a distant memory, a fleeting dream.
Oh, babe, my love for you knows no bounds, it transcends time and space,
In your absence, my heart is a desolate landscape, barren and devoid of hope.
I miss the way you used to look at me, with eyes that shone like stars in the night,
The way you used to hold me, with arms that wrapped around me like a warm, comforting light.
Come to me, my love, and fill the void that your absence has created,
Let your love be the balm that soothes my soul, the safe haven where I can find peace.
For without you, my heart is lost, wandering in a wilderness of despair,
Oh, babe, come to me, and let your love be the guiding star that leads me back to happiness.
In your arms, I find my solace, my refuge from the storms of life,
With you, my heart beats in rhythm, our love a symphony of joy and delight.
So, my love, come to me, and let us rekindle the flame that once burned so bright,
Together, let us create a love that will last an eternity, a love that will shine like a beacon in the night.
Had a dream
All was not as it would seem
A country afraid to make war
Became a store
Started selling their war tools
To unsuspecting needy fools
The people were wise
So they made their bombs in disguise
Hid them well
No one could even tell
Phones
Drones
Metal Clones
In plain sight they did hide
On that electric bike you ride
Like an ever spreading tide
Spreading their ware
Without a care
People paid for their own doom
Hey I will put this clock in my room
My wallet is nice and fat
Send me this send me that
That robot vacuum is where it is at
This laptop is as cool as can be
Hey they give away tablets for free
Do you not yet see
A phone next to your ear
May give you reason to fear
This electronic gizmo you now hold in your hand
......Understand.....
This plan they nurture
Someday in our future
The time becomes right
Who knows if it is day or night
They set their plan in flight
Boom
Goes your room
So starts our doom
That fancy car
The explosion was felt so very far
It lit up as bright as a star
Into chaos we are hurled
Around the world
Civilization brought to its knees
I can still hear the pleas
In both land.and the shining seas
This could or could not be true
But it is something they could do
Can you now see the light
They could win without a fight
Is my emptiness a mere barrenness?
Is it my inner vacuum and void?
Isn't it freedom from ego's harshness?
Is, in that, my me-ness mere celluloid?
Fullness is the blossoming of consciousness;
It's the pervasion of Brahman within.
There's, in it, an orchid of moral sense;
From its wholeness springs every loss and gain.
Fullness is the divine that drives my soul;
It's my self-image and enlightenment.
It's this that wins my existential goal;
In it, the rainbow of life is brightened.
The sacred void becomes the spirit’s shrine,
Where inner silence wakes the light divine.