let’s open up the floor and let the good ones speak
telling stories so great, they make clean hair squeak
let the chicken dance lead us to a world of fun.
Let’s have the best party now, for number one.
it’s your birthday, do whatever you want and do it big.
open your home to friends, buy yourself a pot belly pig.
stand aside while we bring in chocolate cake, cookies and pie.
Let’s give you a joyful praising tribute that can make you cry.
I hope it is the happiest birthday that you have ever had before.
May this party be so good, you remember it at age one hundred and four.
When Hofmann stumbled across a new synapse,
serotonin underwrote a dopamine contract.
Cuddle or cringe, carnival or calamity,
worlds in one potent punch squared.
Blotter art doesn't pursue gallery status
rather to dissolve into a cerebral canvas,
with a sometimes recess from what is seen.
Lucy shut my eyes with a seven-hour kiss,
her slow caress gave me a new skin
that no shower could make clean.
Kaleidoscope giggles shatter reality
tickling permanent change, but on that night,
I felt the moon plummet and explode into a dawn
so that the sun could take it all away.
Everyone helped clean up after dinner.
Dad, Mom, brother and me.
Mom created the casserole.
Daddy baked the pumpkin pie.
I set the table.
Brother washed the floor.
We all worked together.
In 1962 we each took up a chore.
We felt needed and loved.
Working together, we would sometimes sing
In 1962 the entire family worked together
To make clean up an easier thing.
I love to wash the dishes
I do it everyday
Washing dirty dishes
Darlin it’s OK
It’s better than OK
I wash them all by hand
It’s always spontaneous
Never is it planned
Tend to wash the cutlery
Twice or even more
Always do this first
The greatest washing chore
Glasses and cups
Are second to make clean
To make them sparkle, with no stains
Drinking mugs pristine
Then I move onto bowls
Scrubbing all the plates
With the washing liquid
OH How it lubricates
Pots and pans are always last
To execute a clean
Scouring, rubbing, brushing
To only see them beam
There's always dirty dishes
I wash them everyday
I love to wash the dishes
And put them on display
On the drying rack
This work has come to end
For others to dirty them
To do it all again…
Nature! Nature! So luxuriant and Green
The wonder that everyone has seen
So cool, fresh and calm of life
Makes us forgot all our strife
People are not concerned about nature
Only bother about their bright future
I am hoping and wising
But our resources diminishing
The tree which gives so much to you and me
See trees are reducing one, two, three
We are losing our biodiversity
But, no one worries about this calamity
We need to do our duty
For saving nature’s beauty
Our future doesn’t have bleak
Make clean, green earth what we want to seek
BY – AVIKA SAINI
when you dive into the sea you're an alien
atmosphere you cannot stay within
the waters surface their o zone layer
a suit to breathe limited time stayer
you cannot adapt and set up settlement
just observe and take in the experience
convoy as a pack and soak up elements
all the while just a full visual sense
to sea creatures you arrive otherworldly
on giant ships they can't comprehend
artificial materials not of the sea
appearing and disappearing no end
maybe smaller fish of trout and cod
consider us creatures of God's
but sharks and whales we're not,
present, absent and then forgot
for we can visit but they can't leave
we pollute the place they breed
or make clean so they can be
fish them up toward heaven believed
appear powerful and able to control
when really nature holds the cards
understanding with knowledge whole
could believe us Gods, when really retards
One of the worst things you could do
Would be drinking and drugs too.
I know you don't want to listen, I know you think I'm an old fart
But please believe that I wish I didn't start.
I've lost my memory, its melted away my brain
Go ahead throw your life down the drain.
The problems I now face I only have my self to blame
I pray that you listen and never do the same.
It took away my problems, it made me feel good
It made me feel better than my life ever could.
With my head in the sky I was a god amongst men
It was sick the way I treated women.
Violence and drink go hand in hand
Yet its cannabis that is band.
Hemp is an amazing product, it could do everything we need
It's only illegal because of the Banksters filthy greed.
It helps me to focus it takes away my pain
It's helping me fix my broken brain.
Do your own research I hope I planted a seed
You can even kill cancer, just with a bit of weed.
It can make clean paper, plastic and rope
It really does give this planet some hope
Hard pressed
Make clean the street filth
Cost of water, rising through rain
She sheds her scales
One eye then two
An onlooker then be four
Sounds of stream and myth
Flowing, breathing
Scattered shoes and gin
Steam uplifts like clouds
Roses and jasmine lightly in air
Swirling drain
Wash, wash, wash it away
Only beauty now to be shared.
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
I have stripped dead Papa of his fingers
And thrown him like Romulus himself.
'Your sins are forgiven; go in peace.'
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
Many men have died so I may clutch Salem,
I wonder has any land soaked more blood
I wonder could a land be less Holy.
'Your sins are forgiven; go in peace.'
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
I confined them for two centuries
and locked them in in darkness.
'Your sins are forgiven; go in peace.'
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
I have let my force make clean children
dirty
I have told those who need to,
not to protect themselves, and they die.
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.
'Forgive me, Father, for I can not, you have sinned too much,'
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rootbeer
There be termites on me wooden leg
I've got me parrot on me shoulder
That I've hatched from his mama's egg
I've forgotten where I buried me treasure
My map's in me treasure chest
I thought it would be much safer there
Don't judge me, I'm doing me best
I just love the smell of the salty air
The seven seas, I long to be
Hoist the anchor and raise the sails
It's a pirate's life for me
The skull and crossbones are on me flag
And I live by the pirate's code
Me scurvey crew will swab the deck
To make clean me humble abode
A pirate's ditty ye asked fer
So ye can take this to the bank
But I'll be tellin' ye now if I don't place
I'll make ye walk the plank
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