Restrooms Poems | Examples

The Blue Garden

15 minute city going down slow...
10,000 vehicles, everyone going
Live in the bottleneck, nowhere to go.
New coffee houses replace the old
Old coffee houses now closed
New owners can't speak English,
Old coffee, new coffee double the cost
Old sandwich, new sandwich
Ten times the price of rice, well,
Isn't that nice!
No public restrooms, pay as you go
If you have to pee, ask for the key
What am I doing here? Who am I?
Where do I go from here? Why do I care?
We've spent the whole world
Trying to kowtow and defer
To tyrants and idiots
Bureau socratics,
These giant rat bastards
Who hijacked our future.
What makes me think
I'll be able to
Get out of this life alive? ~psp

dr.(pi)
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The Jon Bon Jovi Rest Area

On the Garden State Parkway
In New Jersey state,
There are places to stop
To put food on your plate

Or put gas in your tank
Or prevent further grief
With a stop to the restrooms
To get some relief.

Certain rest stops are named
After locals of fame,
Since their monikers give them
A touch of acclaim.

One such area called
“Jon Bon Jovi” salutes
The adored well-known singer
With New Jersey roots.

I’m not sure if Bon Jovi’s 
Possessed of a clue
That his namesake’s the place
People pee or they poo.

a bloat

a bloat
of hippopotamuses
zoo restrooms beckon

Praying in the Golden Temple

The slots spin,
the casino’s siren song
bellows its flashy music-box tune.

Click, click, click….

O so close!

“It’s not gambling,” she says,
“it’s just a half-assed prayer
we ritually repeat to a sleeping deity.
one that doesn’t like germy fingers
poking at her all night.

Don’t forget to wash your hands,
they provide restrooms,
for when we are tired
of crapping out
on the craps tables.”

Are These My Golden Years

Arthritis dictates much of what I do,
Relenting sometimes, though. Then I will be
Elated as I feel my strength renew,

Take walks pain-free and do, with energy,
Housework without completely wearing out.
Each week I see more wrinkles and gray hair. 
Sometimes my mirror makes me want to shout~~
Enough complaints! At least, my head’s not bare.

My bathroom trips are more than in the past.
Young people, I know you don’t understand!
						
 
Glad my home’s small, so I can get there fast.				
On outings, restrooms are in high demand.
Last year the doc increased my BP med.
Decaf might help, but caffeine’s such a good
Elixer. It clears cobwebs from my head.
NO caffeine makes folks eat more than they should!   

       ***********************
 
Year’s end approaches. Thoughts of coming days  
Excite me. More than ever, love of friends
And family sustains me. God, I praise.
Redeemed, I’m Heaven-bound when life here ends.
So, I conclude there’s GOLD in life’s late phase.

I Wish

I wish I could use public restrooms without being afraid.
I wish I wasn't uncomfortable in my body.
I wish I wasn't assigned female at birth.
I wish others would use my correct name and pronouns.
I wish people would see that there's more to me than just a label.
I wish I had a supportive family.
I wish I didn't live in rural missouri. 
I wish my peers would be more kind.
I wish my country wasn't so against my existence .
I wish others would not see seven years of being out as ¨just a phase¨.
I wish I could be me.
Unapologetically me.

An Analogy

I think last night I caught a glimpse into your soul
in the same, unlucky way strangers catch a glimpse
of you through the gaps in the doors of public
restrooms in America. It was pure, unadulterated
panic in your eyes when our gaze met through
the metal door, and like the panic that sets in when
someone knocks on the doors of public restrooms
in America, you said “I’m in here” as if that would
solve any problems at all. I know this might be
crude, to compare your soul to public restrooms
in America, but until you open up it’s the only 
analogy I have available so it will have to do.

The Poem I Never Wrote Before

In love- we married young-
my dear Marine and I.
We moved from North to South
to settle in the home
which housed our little nest-
June- nineteen fifty-eight.
My poems honor this.

But, I was not prepared
for visions- oh, so sad-
by me, not seen before;
the sins of racism.

The dual waiting rooms,
restrooms, drinking fountains;
each bus split- front and back.
Divided schools and church;
most restaurants denied.
I could not fathom this.

Those awful scenes- now since 
made right- but that sad past-
my words could not address.


October 7, 2022

Domesticity

Man-cave said to She-shed,
"Here's a thought, why don't we build
an actual house to live in together?"

She-shed queried,
"separate bedrooms, restrooms,
office and work-out space?"

Man-cave: "Naturally."

Book Nerds Enter

Book nerds enter
at your own risk
foot tap…which way to go
to dash away
down the stairs
to thumb the stacks and stacks

The major place is free
but book nerds long
to own a thousand
million - hug
them all with roving fingers
and supine bookmarks
placed in one and all

The remote control -
books aren’t completed one by one
we flip to different hooks*
and score

Tables at the book sale are labeled
but books can wind up
anywhere

The library ladies look bored
this is not their habitat
they are stared down
made to volunteer

The restrooms remain clean
for who has time
for such things

Filling up my bag -
One of these bound beauties
in its heyday might cost more
than the whole bag i score

Christianity and Poetry
are my main subjects
i’m salivating

And as any book nerd knows
before we start to read
we caress
the cover
and the first couple pages
like soul gazing - also called
foreplay
after all, we are making love

4/23/2022
Brian Strand Contest

*a device especially in music or writing that catches the attention

Winter Melt Down

Faces are getting longer,
despite the rosy, wind-scrubbed cheeks
a dripping daylight has lost its flavor.

Tepid Malls un-freeze the warm-blooded,
except for the usual geese in the parking lot
who’ve lost all willpower to migrate.

Murky puddles block-up public restrooms,
clog rumors of any first flush
of coming Spring.

We are patient but twitchy,
fat fog-addled puffer jackets
steam on hallway hooks.

These testing times
demand more attention,
which makes for knitted brows
and longer faces
as heretofore to
mentioned.

It's Getting Longer

December is getting longer.
The squirrels are all packed and ready to go.
The dripping daylight has lost its flavor.

Shopping malls are almost deserted,
just the usual geese in the parking lot
who’ve lost all willpower to migrate.

Christmas is limping, black clouds impede.
Murky muddles are blocking public restrooms
and clogging up exhausted old folks.

We are resilient though restless,
impatient yet methodical. These times
demand more of our attention
and this makes for a longer December
as heretofore mentioned.

A Life, There

A splash of liquid…spoiled cloth…
Locked up restrooms, and someone directed,
A simple direction to a covered area…
An enclosed area where the artists were changing dresses
As they were getting ready for a show.

Inside, someone was already there, changing 
I was standing, dumb and frozen,
Not knowing quite what to do…...
A silenced pause and anger were growing inside
Not sure, how to egress with that feeling.

On that rather uncomfortable moment
She stood up, a sharp, tall figure,
She told me to carry on…. with softness in her voice
I was suddenly relieved and tried to forget
That specific moment, somewhat suffocating.

Not sure why, I felt, life is a compilation
Of these insignificant, little moments,
Tiny points of recollection of memory…
Of little or no value, whatsoever.
And I felt, tremendously grateful for having a life, there.

(Source of Inspiration: The Prophet : Kahlil Gibran)

Juneteenth

Juneteenth


June...back in nineteen-fifty eight, just sixty years ago,

Unknown to me, nine hundred miles away in the mid-South,

Never did I think of anything that would foreshadow...

Equal rights for me...denied to people of black color.

The waiting rooms and restrooms, solely marked as black or white:

Extremes prevailed with front and back seats taken on a bus;

Enjoying drinks from water fountains...marked, which one was right.

Nothing at home prepared me for those bigotries and 'hates'

That shocked me then, just newly married, moving with my spouse.

How could this be...in this, our land of free...United States?


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Juneteenth
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Judged: 07/15/2018

Juneteenth, also known as Juneteenth Independence Day or Freedom Day, is an American holiday that commemorates the June 19, 1865, announcement of the abolition of slavery in the U.S. state of Texas, and more generally the emancipation of enslaved African-Americans throughout the former Confederacy of the southern United States.  Ref. Wikipedia

My Most Embarrassing Moment

My Most Embarrassing Moment?

Twice I’ve entered freeways
On the ramps meant just for exits.
Lordy!  How embarrassing is that?
Except nobody knew me
And with little difficulty
I remedied those situations fast!

Twice or thrice I walked into
Restrooms meant for men.
But no one saw me, or, once again,
Nobody knew me.
I got off lucky.
But there was one time
I did it at a pool.
Without my contacts in, 
I might as well have just been blind.
I think the guy I walked in on was naked then.
But he did not know me  (Saved again!)

Another time, at age fourteen,
I hopped around the yard, a silly teen
Sitting on a big fat ball -
Called Hippity Hop. I took a fall
In front of my new boyfriend.
I split my pants; he didn’t even tell me,
But once I learned what I had done,
That ended our romance!

I ‘m sure I pulled more stunts than that
Through all my years of school.
But being such an airhead
I simply have to say,
My most embarrassing moment -
Whatever it may be -
I don’t recall it anyway!

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