Short Detergent Poems
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On11- He may be sad, you may not be.
On 14- If it were a detergent, Billy Mays would be a natural!
On 13- His picture will appear soon, and often.
We use strong detergent
To remove adamant strain
And make cloths look like new
But soft tears we shed
To clean the dirt
Accumulated for long
Inside our heart
To look forward fresh with a new view .
Form:
This tee shirt is very bright
When you see it,fills you with delight
It's not extra large nor is it wide
The laundry detergent I use is tide
So whenever you see it be happy with glee
Because im the onlyone with this yellow tee
I went to the market yesterday,
To buy some needed things;
Coffee and watermelon sorbet,
Pizza and buffalo wings;
Sugar, detergent, and shampoo,
And of course some chicken feed;
Couple of cans of Dinty Moore stew,
I hope that’s all I need!
I bought the shroud of Turin
the vatican had a sale
they have legal expenses
and priests that needed bail.
It was just an old dusty cloth
so I put it in the wash
that Tide detergent, never fails
all the smudges and stuff washed off.
don’t get excited, i was raised a catholic
Mrs. Spratt was exceedingly fat,
Hubby Jack was as lean as a bone.
They both relished each meal
With a great deal of zeal
And even licked platters clean
When the eating was done.
Though not frugal with rations,
They still took lovely vacations
With the money they saved on dish detergent alone.
Will it be crackers or detergent?
A brick of cheese or some creamy mayonaise
Cash or check
Right or Left?
Stop or go reflecting on god's ranch dressing
The windshield wipers screech to a halt
Bifocals clouded, I reach for my wallet
No lettuce in there.
I guess the crystal light
Ran away with my low fat heart
Gracious sun-lit falls
reveal nature’s peaceful calls
like polished opals.
Keen river currents
in periodic movement,
like soap detergent
lead gravity’s fists.
Pathways hidden in steamed-mist.
Treasure found at tryst.
Now beauty, I gaze
Through the subtle sparkling phase,
Let leaves, shed their rays.
Dust in sky river
Venomous teeth in globe air
Unhappy nature
Watching headline news
Lockdown time is extended
Freedom mind feels pain
Opening doors and
window; full free the feet are
Yet I'm in four walls
Need to wash stained heart
Not by detergent powder
But by love and care
01.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
Baby born off of the bay
Inspiration is into the imagination
Right there ranting like red rovers
Tyrants topple from their towers
He hustles to have his hands hammering homes
Day when daisies drown in detergent; disgusting
And anyone able to achieve amazing accomplishments,
Yields the yellow yaks yammering about the yams.
Happy Birthday!
white
clean shirts
drying in
sunlight on line
washed in detergent soap by mother’s hand!
our minds nurtured by mother’s love and care,
should last lifetime,
unspoilt by
time and
wear!
‘Double Tetractys 6’ Poetry contest
Eve Roper
Syllable count 1,2,3,4,10,10,4,3,2,1 (PS)
Written 22/11/2020
composed on Photo 1
Little do I care if bleach is generic
Or if fabric softener or detergent
Some bad personality flaws become chronic
Little do I care, if well you really meant
What brings me care is negative remarks spoken_
Harsh words pour forth like rain released kinetic
Energy, power released never to be unbroken
Words that leave my heart's state of being semantic
Semantic=Affected role
K-iller opponent in silence
A-ttacks the humankind;
T-he threat of hazardous horror
H-asn't been far behind.
L-et the killer opponent
E-vaporate into oblivion;
E-rase the onerous outbreak,
N-egate the crowned contagion.
S-anitize your both hands,
U-sing soap or detergent;
E-liminate the dreaded dirt,
S-top the killer
O-pponent.
Topic: Birthday of Kathleen Sueso (May 30)
Extravagance Squandered
David J Walker
Each in its own bubble as
A singular life
Clinging together in a
Mountain of dirty detergent
Flowing on turbulent rivers as
A not so well thought out experiment
Meant to cleanse
it poisons and
Pollutes everything it touches but
The bubbles meld and grow
Eventually exploding into nothing
With nothing to show but
The residue of extravagance squandered
You taste like sin
But smell like summer:
Heat waves on the pavement,
Downy detergent and cotton t-shirts,
Red popsicles,
Lemonade and decades-old melodies,
Hot rain in the middle of a pool party;
Our bathing suits are already soaked,
Yet we run for cover nonetheless.
Invite me in,
Let me dry you off
And wring you out.
I’ll be your midday nap
And midnight snack.
You taste like sin
But look like a saint.
One thing I know about Gangs:
They have their own cobra's fangs;
Those who've got maturity,
Still threats to security:
Their leaders Good - Bad feeders,
Very few poor mind readers...
Another thing about Gangs
Their angry fists on doors: Bangs!
Every one of them Raw Tout
From a once nice voice Rash shout
Gangs have their own officer
His looks always The Sinister
Yes A Capo: wished Sergeant
Eyes on Rum, not Detergent
I have just the detergent,
To clean your dirty clothes,
I will even guarantee to you,
They will smell like a rose.
Even if you have no machine,
There is no need to fret,
In a pan soak them in this,
Until they become very wet.
Leave your clothes one hour,
They will come out fine,
And, when they have dried,
They will surely shine.
When you go somewhere,
You can walk with pride,
For all your dirt and grime,
Your clean clothes will hide.
Form:
A Christmas memory
By Curtis Johnson
To this small community, my wife and I had come in 1974 to pioneer a church.
Our resources were meager, but we wanted to touch the lives of about 50 families.
Contacting a generous grocer, we secured a discount of a vital product for any home.
On Christmas morning, we gave small packs of washing detergent to delighted families.
11212015 Curtis Johnson, for the contest, A Christmas Memory, sponsor, Broken Wings
Some poetic thoughts bubble
to the top of your deep waters.
There they congregate, bobbing up and down
forming slicks, oily smears that linger
only to accuse you later when you return to them.
There is a detergent for cleaning them up
it comes in a small spray can
labeled 'revise, edit, or delete.'
Fore heaven's sake
don't let them burst and spill
over the pristine innocence of a page.
Many whopping environmental disasters
begin with a wee smudge.
I washed my soul to achieve maximum brightness
Used all the best religions they promised whiteness
I worked really hard but I couldn't get it clean
Washed it over and over like a good human being
The stains seemed permanent there before my eyes
Would my hope of whiteness ever be realized
I listened to Jesus knocking, then his quiet voice
It seems that red Detergent is the best choice
Blood that was spilled, His life sacrificed for me
The Lamb's whiteness, has made me stain free
‘Love’
The most famous word
Given to us by God.
The craziest thing
That raises all feelings
The most admired
And appreciated
The most beautiful
And the most colorful
The voice that tames the widest beast
The hidden treasure of all men
The balm that sooths all pains
The best detergent for stains
Yet the worse inflictor of pain
It brings about joy and gladness
But when it fades it turns all to darkness.
It may leave one heartbroken
But at last it mends your broken pieces.
As a hurting song is being sung,
At a white polo shirt is flung
What can have been a cow’s dung
And on same it foully clung
And on a nearby face hung;
All a hurried indiscreet challenge
By one refusing to change,
As though it is beyond his range,
The idea pointblank strange
Or one’s denial of a sweet orange!
At last, the fastest arrangement for a detergent,
Lest victim should arrange his brother sergeant…
“Once again, the quick-to-burst temper
Proving it can with a lot tamper.