Short Errands Poems
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If I were perfume
I would file many cases
against young ladies
for serial indecent assaults
breach of my privacy
obscene daily errands
and forced love affairs
Today is the day, tomorrow is now.
Errands to run, friends to see.
Present is today, tomorrow
may never be, complete.
Learning from the past
and grabbing the day.
Today is now.
Partly cloudy, always sunny
in my mind.
I swear I wouldn’t wear a smirk
if I lost the errands that lurk;
No need for an adult style quirk;
I’d rather work; I’d rather work;
Give me a monotonous day
I will clock in without delay;
It may seem bizarre that’s okay;
I’ll take cliche’; I’ll take cliche’.
Cleaning the house
Washing dishes
Cooking dinner
It's all in a day's work
Ironing
Baking
Household chores
It's all in a days work
Outdoor work
Working
Driving
Running errands
It's all in a day's work
Which like, Groundhog Day, occurs, day after day.
Emily Krauss
weaving in and out in patterns
things said and unsaid
left undone
each of us moving past the marriage boundry
into serious love affairs
that broke us open to ourselves
we guarded each other, kept each others children
ran meals and errands
stood strong
and became women
to be afraid of.
Form:
Spent energy
No drive
Droopy eyelids
Must revive
Need sleep
Too much to do
Running errands
Losing you
Cradling memories
Yesterday’s past
Sensing distance
Falling fast
Love for life
Children first
Endless devotion
Now we’re cursed
I won’t change
This is me
Lost in a tug of war
Amidst this jubilee
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Embedded in bed
Covers put its weight on me
Morning's greeting me!
Today, I must flee
Don't take this to heart, dearest
Must do some errands!
TA-TA!
I'll do my homework soon, mama!
Buh-bye!
I'll do my chores later, papa!
The dawn dawns upon me
I must do something productive
The sun smiles at me happily
I must fulfill my tasks...and be active!
Vestments of yesteryear
dotage's gone vague
zeitgeist's heart
wound up clock like
ticks laboriously
errands run through
veins seasonally
in the plumbing
till they 'fall'
ah, but that's
the cultural attache'
bound by render
on the wall
ghostly meandering
through the mist
the haze
the humidity
makes the window
fog up so that what
lurks within is obscure.
She asked me "Who's the most beautiful girl you've seen ever?";
She retracted the question quickly, as she saw me nervously shiver;
I'd been with her, since forever as a friend;
Through all her toxic relationships, work and errands;
She'd always look for girls for me to win over;
Now how am I supposed to tell her "It had always been HER"
I did not know for sure
that the mouth is a very rich
and fertile source of slander,
arrow for rumors, back-plowing,
a reliable servant of the heart;
and master of every passion.
Running errands for lost soul
Releasing fire from hidden caves
If humans did not have mouth,
and lived as plants fixed, dump,
the world would be boring boat
eventless, featureless and dead
A trip here
Tasks overflowing
Early morning sun
More errands to run
A mission
Glad to give
Helping others
As shall live.
As said, It is better to give
Than to receive
A journey
spent in time
Unwind.
Living life
Joy, peace, love, and more
As the morning starts with chores.
All-In-One Service
Multiple incomes
Extended education in progress
Great success.
Terrific tornadoes predicted
On guard
Trees tremble, leaves shake
Be safe
Phoebe fanfare inflamed
In tweets
Errands to run
Save them
Stillest darkness, imperceptible danger
Don’t be fooled
The weather map in ugly shades of red
Holding my breath
Shelter contains walls, floor, roof
Please stay
And windows and doors
Stay closed
Terrific tornadoes predicted
On guard
Running errands on a hot day,
a song comes on the car radio
With just a few opening notes,
I am transported back in time
The familiar notes and words
wrap around me and take me back
to a time and place that was simpler
when I was much younger
As I come back to the present,
I realized that my mind had gone
back in time, yet I was still
in my car at a traffic light.
the house is busy
in and out
shopping errands lawn garbage
cars shifting, boys shouting
basketball, baseball, dog leash
hockey skates
games
scores
food
how many for dinner?
laundry dishwasher soap
bleach
ah bleach
ice tea on the porch
dog at my feet
newspapers on the table
later, maybe later
grocery list
drug store
exhange shoes
oil change
tickets?
deposits?
checkbook?
are we done yet?
Form:
Three loads of clothes
Some towels to fold
A sink full of dishes
A mind full of wishes
A bathroom to sanitize
A job I most despise
Floors to mop
When does it stop?
And when I am through
There is cooking to do
Cleaning once more
Then off to the store
Just when I think, my job is done
I forget, I have errands to run
When does it end?
Then I remember
That tomorrow
I get to do it all over again.
Provision-purchases
Prevail
Paper-bags pull-apart
Preferably
Possible process...
Endeavors
Easily executed
Ending these is
Endless
Endeavor...
Seen dead
They resurrect
Restlessly
Leisurely linger like
Spirits of sinners...
Like the flesh of creatures
Creatures cannot
Consume these
Exist eternally
As ecological errands...
Carrying them to
Carry my provisions
Continue
Intentions Immobilize
Impotently!
As the morning glory blooms,
My mind as fresh as an untouched loom,
Still with all the day's unsettled errands,
Yet dreaming to visit South Africa's Kurland,
For a week's retirement,
But a sound sleep is enough for refinement
at my home, sweet home
But this outer world ,a charming honeycomb
Indeed travelling is a pile of buoyage
Yet no one to tell me a happy -Bon Voyage !
-Ism
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Form:
A desire to meet him at his house,
Is all that I currently have ,
Agony that he doesn't ever invite!
Yesterday I knocked at his gate,
Only to find kids rushing out,
Agony believed what the lady had to state!
Uncountable Excuses of being utterly busy,
The never ending errands keep him at bay,
Agony I trust every word he has to say !
No miracles in life are bound to happen,
My meetings don't go beyond imagination,
Agony that dreams always threaten !
SO THOUGHT OF
Who could say he is not important
Even though lost in a distance
Some so keen to ask for a dance
At rest he will say I’m so thought of
That’s why she ask for a hand
If you do not brood your ego
You’ll run errands like bingo
Always does your cell rings
And always good he brings
All because you are so thought of
Wow awake by your side is your coffee
All you hear is “I love you honey”
And your kid shouting mummy, daddy
Just for you to know you’re so thought of
You haven’t Miss Ann paid
That which workers aid
And for which contracts are made.
Miss Ann, still unpaid,
Is, till date, Your Best Maid,
Her stewardship of High Grade
Errands running, unafraid.
Your fame might just fade
With Ann left unpaid
And for the nothing you’ve said
Into a scandal wade;
Bleeding with a blade
A Lady for wages prayed
And a trust laid.
So, torture thou not Ann:
To everybody, a fan;
A most seasoned cook
You never her dishes forsook.
I met him accidentally
While on an errands run
Got into his space literally
With my hands heavily laden
And steadied me he did; tenderly
Looking up at my savior
Left me awestruck and dumbfounded
With my mouth as a dried up reservoir
Gazing up to him like one long retarded
As my heart beat with renewed vigor
The attraction was quick and fast
Like a wildfire it spread
In its snare and die we were cast
Effortlessly, tirelessly held
And to each other we held fast.
Skipping 'cross the village square
Smiling like the noonday sun
Maidens gather everywhere
Errands finished, workday done
Dresses billow in the breeze
Laughing eyes, flirtatious smiles
Skirts uplifted past their knees
Practicing their female wiles
Woke up with a grunt and moan
Glad was I the sun still shone
Got back on the cursed phone
Banker's business: contracts, loans
Timepiece now won't move at all
Maidens gone ~ my tears, they fall
~ Iambic Heptameter ~
Life speeds by with work, errands, crisis
and then something huge pops up
It's so easy to settle into a busy numbness
and just pass the days at the speed of light
However if you tuck your head down and
just let life pass quickly, you may miss
the sweet moments that enrich life with
laughter, connection, and blessings
I have learned to keep my head up,
a smile on my face and be alert
to the daily blessings that life throws out
I stay aware and ready to catch them
A little old lady named Judy,
Works hard to accomplish her duties.
She cooks and she cleans,
Runs errands, makes things,
For friends and for family outings.
Sometimes her arthritis flares up.
She can barely pick up a cup;
But she's no cry baby,
She's one tough old lady,
A hot bath and a pill and she's up.
She'll finish the job 'fore she'll stop.
She loves life and she lives it a lot.
She'll keep goin' full tilt,
Until she gets kilt,
Or she runs out of gas and just drops.
A little old lady named Judy,
Works hard to accomplish her duties.
She cooks and she cleans,
Runs errands, makes things,
For friends and for family outings.
Sometimes her arthritis flares up.
She can barely pick up a cup;
But she's no cry baby,
She's one tough old lady.
A hot bath and a pill and she's up.
She'll finish the job 'fore she'll stop.
She loves life and she lives it a lot.
She'll keep going full tilt,
Until she gets kilt,
Or she runs out of gas and just drops.