Once, I was there to check a tall Zaki
And it became reason to meet khaki,
Very clean but most offices tacky:
A cop could turn one into a lackey!
I know The Police is for the Nation
But I shan’t again a Police Station;
A world plainly paramilitary,
Safer, not better than Solitary,
In every station, obvious gyration;
Canteens that could serve one large ration,
The environment is quite sanitary
But should not clinch The Best Commentary…
Where one runs into AK47,
There holders more than Forty Seven:
Men who could catch rogues but their eyes roguish;
A lot of money make but still languish…
No good guarantee of non-harassment,
A chesty cough attracts embarrassment:
A fat envelope and one reports a case;
A much fatter one to clean and face!
healthy,
hale, able-bodied,
exercising, healing, mending
sanitary, hygiene, infirm, illness
puking, regurgitating, dying
afflicted, queasy
sick
Date written: 02/07/2023
Bottom of my poem
standing at the bottom of my poem
laying down at the top
you hit bottom
can’t believe it
you stare
waiting for a visit
when he speaks his words of madness
words taken for wisdom
may be bad advice
he assures you the earth will be fine
he tells you some far off Saget story
to keep his sanity sanitary
always taken lightly
makes a person upset
that’s it
tomorrow down packed
At 13 years of age, a pamphlet
Showed up in my home.
My mother bought it, not to be
The subject of a poem.
It was intended to explain
(A lecture would be worse)
The facts of menstruation,
Often called the “woman’s curse.”
Modess, a manufacturer
Of sanitary pads,
Produced the booklet; it cost
Just a quarter; they made scads.
The title always bothered me,
For what would be the need
To try to get young girls to like
A messy monthly bleed?
A novel I am reading
Brought this little pamphlet back.
A character is using it
For knowledge she does lack.
It’s rare to find a copy
So on Amazon they’re hiking it
To almost 90 bucks, another
Reason for not liking it.
we became bitter
his cat box would obliterater
need a cat sitter
my face would turn green
what does a cat meow mean
maybe something obscene
bad word did predict
With cat from Connecticut
used a poor predicate
Kabul must kabash
dirty clothes will never wash
so in sewer will slosh
was such a sag goose
She suffered from much abuse
so had to cut loose
wore dirty under ware
produced a sanitary scare
did fuel much despair
looked into interior
said she was superior
to her am inferior
did declare a truce
up myself decided to spruce
drink down my orange juice
I can on you bestow a life-time happiness
By demolishing your physical funniness:
With water colors and a compliant paint brush
Making your avoiders at you rush:
Your bad-looking coat of triple size re-tailor
To make it seem that of a Danish Sailor,
Your odd-seeming stringy neck re-design,
Impressing that it is some graceful line;
Your horrifying, scavenging beak re-shape,
So that one ceases to watch it, mouth agape;
Your scary ghostly eyes
Stop their triggering of dreary cries,
Causing to appear less interested in dead flesh
Than in the appetizing fresh!
Your pronounced baldness and barber’s sorrow
To become what one could from behind follow…
So, you trust me, sanitary inspector,
Never your job slacking in our own sector:
Your unfailing attention to every careless carcass,
The momentary child of every unplanned fracas
And The I-ve-rounded-the-clock:
Images of mortifying shock!
today is not a day for rumination
cows are ruminants
contemplating the subtleties of grass
nor is it a diary where Whitmanesque
observations are woven into truth
this is just an exercise of thought
as the bright sun fades to rain
feeding the all the stubborn
imperfections of suburban lawns
while, when I am green,
I am moved toward some
semi-sanitary pit to lose it all
and wet and clammy, mewling
start again
today is just a day for ruination
squarely in the camp of nihilists
my life a metaphor for all the
other systems woven round
the earth
a toilet bowl of tempests & chaos
how short sighted are all
the porcelain views
the personal is never universal
nor 'uni' anything
variety is woven through the strands
of everything from DNA to history
why is there only male and female
when no two snowflakes are alike
the rainbow has more colours
than the eye can see
and all of them are beautiful
and everyone has room
within the spectrum
of a fecund life - my life your life
our lives
waiting in a line
In front of the multi-bank window
an older man was transferring money, and like me he got
confused by all the numbers and had to do it again.
I was patient thought of loftier things is hell coal-fired
or do they use electrical energy for the doomed ones?
How is it possible to burn forever without actually burning
and turning into ashes the flames are like a cosy blanket
on a sofa near the oven.
lost in reveries, I didn´t notice the man had gone
a woman who was behind me took his place she had in
her plastic bag sanitary bin this I presumed was because
she was middle-aged and leaky.
she also had a loaf of bread and two tins of sardines food that
was of no interest, she had no right to take my place.
A-bate
P-andemic's
R-espiratory
I-llness
L-etting
R-abidity
O-f
S-ilent
E-pidemic
B-egin
A-voiding
S-anitary
A-ttack
Topic: Birthday of April Rose Basa (April 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Thou art the warriors, selfless to work,
All thy moments with the lives in danger,
Beyond the thought of selfish time of break,
Thy sacrifice’s the sign of savior,
Sanitary officials around
On toes to draw the panels of hygiene,
Untiring forces of stick to the ground
With the caution ‘gainst the evil engine.
The pandemic spy from elsewhere stole in,
And the pastures now turned into barren,
Numberless lives stuffed into the coffin,
And all around heard the eerie siren.
Thou art the warriors, born for service,
And thou art all next to God for the praise.
Balderdash and buttonholes
Are they wearing real mink stoles?
Reminds me of the days of trolls.
As I say this my eye rolls.
My silly side lives in the drolls.
Are those horses with their foals?
Where are the sanitary bowls?
Balderdash and buttonholes
This poem has grown a nose that rolls.
In the late 1960’s, Granny washed dishes
By hand – no dishwasher for her;
Though she often had her daughter wash
Who was 10 years older than I was
Who I followed every waking hour
Who I loved as only a sister is loved
Who I would always, to this day, admire
She was the one who taught me everything –
To dream, to paint, to dance, to pray
She was the courageous, outgoing, fireball
I was quiet and shy, a curly haired introvert
~
When she washed dishes after supper
I stood by her side, on a stool which lifted me
High enough to put my hands on the side
Where the rinse water would be poured.
~
My Granny was faithfully sanitary to say the least
She rinsed her dished with boiling water from the stove
And that was just what my aunt-sister did that day
As I screamed from the pain that caused those
Angry blisters over my small arms and hands.
Dennis sinned
My gym
Did I? I did.
Do geese see God?
God saw I was dog
Don't nod don’t nod
Ah, Satan sees Natasha
Art, name no tub time. Emit but one mantra.
Rats live on no evil star
Too bad I hid a boot
Madam, in Eden I'm Adam
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!
No, it never propagates if I set a gap or prevention
Anne, I vote more cars race Rome to Vienna
Are we not drawn onward to new era?
Take me seriously, Lord
when you call me that day
employ me as sanitary officer
in the bathrooms of saints
that I may share some debris of holiness
I fear that my life here
has been dark and tainted
no amount of good deeds can clean it
let me work as servant of the holy
that their goodness may contaminate me
The talents you gave me
I have used selfishly on this earth
Let me scotch my desires in repentance
That I reach you even by heaven’s ventilators
Take me seriously, Lord
My soul is desperate for bliss
Let me enjoy even droppings of goodness
That falls under tables of holy ones in heaven
Level of Water Gaining
Level of water quickly started gaining,
After the heavy and abundant raining;
Quickly rising;
Not surprising;
Overflowing swamp did need draining.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Sounds like part of Trump's sanitary
plan after countryside they did scan.
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