Short Bathwater Poems
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When I clean out the corners
and smooth off the edges
All muses desert me
— the magic is gone
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The Rapids
Adrift
in the words
Lost
to your smile
Caught
in the rapids
Love’s
— turbulent child
(The New Room: May, 2026)
“By the way, Ron Paul wants
to eliminate the Department of Energy”
“Ah! with that one statement
he has won my vote!”
…
…
…
“I see… he wants to eliminate
every other cabinet-level department, as well”
“YOU MUST THROW OUT THE BATHWATER
WITH THE EVIL DEMON-CHILD!”
As she envisions boarding the plane,
she whoops a big hooray,
but then she's quickly back to earth,
realizing all the bills to pay…
Her dream vacation is to one day
see the sights and sounds of London,
but for now she'll have to settle
for some bathwater filled with Calgon!
lying in the pool of
water
blood.
a body thats been decaying
far before its demise
razor blades
and words that cut just as deep
standing against ivory paper
see the world through my eyes
this bathwater
so far from clean
its spoiled now
one last stand
you ruined me
throw baby out with the bathwater.
And proached you in parking lot
while unloading your groceries
and I frowned
would it be different if under same stances
I proached you and
smiled?
Yepperooni, just sayin', be careful
not to throw baby
out with bathwater.
Vice versa, too, is what we struggle with,
Broken ribs and tattoos.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
among other things
If we can’t agree on fifty-one percent
of what affects us both
we’re doomed
Like the baby and the bathwater
our future lost
in critical disdain
All politics of division
a self-imposed, self-righteous
Armageddon
The brotherhood of humanity
sacrificed
—on its dying altar of shame
(Tribute To Anthony Hopkins: July, 2022)
Politics
used to have
borders
Within which
the battles
were found
But now
those conflicts
spread far and wide
Running
friendships
and families aground
The baby
thrown out
with the bathwater
Noses
cut off
to spite every face
Civility
gone
fraternity pawned
With zero sum
outcomes
— in place
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Do poets always walk in the rain?
This poet once did
When she was but a kid.
The bathwater of summer drops
Cascading from suburban chimney tops,
Puddles on pavement
Begging for splashing,
A robin’s egg in the grass
All fractured and bashed-in.
The simple wonders
Of childhood
Are not so long gone.
Be mindful, you children
Don’t fail to hold on.
Reimagine the future
honor the past
Live in the moment
first ever last
Change the perspective
fences destroyed
Polar invectives
cursed to employ
The baby and bathwater
image du jour
Becoming the instant
your lens is secured
Honor the future
reimagine the past
Live beyond either
— your essence recast
(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
A man loses his father
and adulthood begins
Bathwater draining
the baby within
A son who is sireless
new destiny’s child
Whose choice is to run
or to stand and beguile
Alone with his memories
one image sustains
The voice but a whisper
its spirit reclaimed
To carry the title
his lineage holds
A surname retendered
—new history untold
(The New Room: July, 2023)
Bathwater and bubbles are waiting,
but my child is nowhere near.
Yet, I can see from cookie crumbs,
he's crawled from here to there.
Oh, yes! he's been in the kitchen.
I see his crooked crumb trail,
which leads to our white kitten,
with a chocolate, sticky tail!
In every room I search
for my little chocolate mess.
Then, I find him in the my bedroom,
with his hands on my new dress!
Beaten
Smashed
Kicked
And splashed
Out into the street
Like dirty bathwater
Nothing more than a filthy puddle
Rising over the curb
Flooding the sidewalk cracks
Eager for evaporation
Every hair
Is On end
Every pore
At attention
Yearning skin
Is stretching for a touch
That never existed
Pulled
Like the blankets
Of children
Over worried heads
Attempting
Their Satisfying seclusion
For when there is no direction
Passion is formless
And love loses shape
Lingering love
Hung on a telephone line
Promises and Moments
Swing like sneakers
Superfluously hanging after the winter
You have been misplaced
Nothing is known
Fate and her heavy fists
have crushed
Taken unmercifully
Leaving life’s taste bland
Like bathwater
I can’t find a comfortable towel
So I sit in here searching
Drenched in my wrinkly soul
Longing for a vibration
To feel our existence
Provide an alternative
To this emotion
I miss you