Short Clean Out Poems
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One habit to which I adhere
I clean out my Ford once a year
Back seat yet to fill
Keep truckin’ until
I’m no longer able to steer
The Sky
The sky should give off a
unique smell that tells us
when to
clean out
long overdue unwanted items in
our drawers.
An energetic farmer called Murray
Had a struggle to clean out the slurry
The pipe would block
By a big stone or a small rock
That’s why he was always in a hurry
What did you say?
I couldnt quite hear.
Could you say it a little louder?
Or should i clean out my ear?
Ha ha ha thats real funny!
Oh... thats not what you said?
Im sorry hunny.
Spilling my tears,
drying my inner river
washing my soul inside
This I do when I laugh...
When I laugh with an opened smile
when I clean out sourness
I feel lucky on the outside
and renewed within... !
I'm going to eat a race car sandwich.
It will run down my gullet, hard and fast.
It will clean out my tummy, and drive past my gas.
It will clean me out, right?
I will eat a race car sandwich at the next red light.
When I clean out the corners
and smooth off the edges
All muses desert me
— the magic is gone
***
The Rapids
Adrift
in the words
Lost
to your smile
Caught
in the rapids
Love’s
— turbulent child
(The New Room: May, 2026)
Queen Erselott ruled the living room
Wearing her gold crown and lilac perfume
Her sister Queen Mae, self-imposed ruler too
Was jealous of Ebony, told that cat to shoo.
But Erselott crowned Ebony Queen of the loo
Let her clean out their litter, the least she could do.
After divorce, failure’s the feeling
Mixed with relief, leaving us reeling
Clean out old trinkets, make room for growth
Get past feeling we’ve broken an oath.
Promises made, eventually broken
Tarnish the rings, a union token
Each day’s mystery to uncover
Learning to be our own tender lover.
After divorce, failure’s the feeling
Mixed with relief, leaving us reeling
Clean out old trinkets, make room for growth
Get past feeling we’ve broken an oath.
Promises made, eventually broken
Tarnish the rings, a union token
Each day’s mystery to uncover
Learning to be our own tender lover.
Empty is the target,
Empty is the dream.
Empty is the sought after
Beautiful colour scheme.
Empty our life,
Empty our soul.
Empty our house
That’s the goal.
Empty our world,
Empty our bed.
Empty our room
And clean out our head.
Void of clutter,
No more weight.
Void of muck
And free to create.
black hawk soars high
cardinal comes to feed
black hawk joined by mate
blue jay takes turn
I envy them
none must clean out garagae
jealousy reigns
they don’t buy groceries
squirrel takes off
leaps and twirls
acrobatic
genius
none of them wash clothes
feathers and fur
that’s the difference
I plot my next life
For the first time
in two months...
I closed the door,
summer is fading
into the crispness of fall.
Flower blossoms are poor,
yet production is rich,
creating seed
for spring's progeneration.
Leaves begin trading
their summer attire
for the season's new color,
as I clean out the hearth
for a cozy night's fire.
I am a collector of worthless things
How they pile up I have no inkling
I clean out my junk drawer at two o’clock
It is crammed full of extra things by two fifteen.
Do others have this problem?
What solution have you found?
Would it work for me?
Bear in mind I refuse to throw away anything
And a husband who stuffs all his extra stuff into drawers.
Alone in this house
The place is a mess
I need to go out
And find someone, I guess
I need to get someone
This helplessness hurts
Need someone to wash
And to iron my shirts
To clean all the windows
And vacuum and dust
Be able to cook
Is a definite must
Someone who’ll polish
And clean out the shower
Someone, who will charge
Less than five pounds an hour
Cleansing
A new start
That is what one needs
To continue their part
After their bad deeds
You need to clean out
Wipe out the nastiness
Get rid of it in one bout
Until perfect cleanliness
Get it all out from you
You don’t want it inside
You do with that cue
Empty your insides outside
Into the swirling monsoon
That is in front of you, so long, too soon
Written on January 9, 2020
Mow your lawn, swim in the pool!
This is the weekend for all of you.
Fly a kite, go jogging?
Have dinner in a romantic place.
Seventh Heaven!
Go to a ballgame, clean out your garage.
Above all, this is Lord's Day, either
Saturday or Sunday.
So it's more than OK to get off line and
Honor your sweetheart, husband or wife.
Love, Panagiota
5/24/2019
7pm PST
john freeman
Contest Name Retread What You’ve Said, And say it Better |
CRAZINESS OF THIS BLOODY WORLD,
sense of humor gets unfurled ,
brain gets in a whirl ,
sometimes...
My crazed bro wanted to murder me
cos he'd come off the zolof intentionally,
with beer as an appetiser,
is johnson any the wiser,
clean out the rats nest he said,
so we were all to be struck dead
nope - this time Eliza...
Don Johnson
His whispers are drastic, continuous, and cruel.
Shutting them out is like, fighting a duel.
A challenge we know, God wants us to fight, to let his words bring back that eternal light.
Singing praises, shouting the news, that Jesus is coming, and there's no time to lose.
Clean out the clutter, that is set in your mind, and allow your heart time to unwind.
Shout to the world that God's love is real, step out on faith and let yourself be reveled.
His whispers are drastic, continuous, and cruel.
Shutting them out is like, fighting a duel.
A challenge we know, God wants us to fight, to let his words bring back that eternal light.
Singing praises, shouting the news, that Jesus is coming, and there's no time to lose.
Clean out the clutter, that is set in your mind, and allow your heart time to unwind.
Shout to the world that God's love is real, step out on faith and let yourself be reveled.
His whispers are drastic, continuous, and cruel.
Shutting them out is like, fighting a duel.
A challenge we know, God wants us to fight, to let his words bring back that eternal light.
Singing praises, shouting the news, that Jesus is coming, and there's no time to lose.
Clean out the clutter, that is set in your mind, and allow your heart time to unwind.
Shout to the world that God's love is real, step out on faith and let yourself be reveled.
Please take me to the hospital
My innards are coming out by the handfuls
The dog has chewed my brains
I can't think clearly
Wash me, or recover me soon!
I look a mess, don't let anyone see me like this!!
Please clean out from under me
A rare bacteria has begun to grow down there!
Who let the little monster color on me?
I was such a delicate fabric
Royal lineage you know
No one will ever respect me now!!
I want another family!!
For the favorite chair contest
Try a little music, play a new CD
do something different
if you wanna beat the blues.
Drink a little coffee, smoke another joint
do something different
if you wanna beat the blues.
Seek a brand new friend, jog around the block,
do something different
if you wanna beat the blues.
Have a dam good cry, clean out your drawers today,
do something different
if you wanna beat the blues.
Drag yourself out of bed, admit you have the blues
do something different
if you wanna beat the blues