Short Faucets Poems

are half full of water 
seasoned with a pinch of salt
extracted from abysmal oceans 
residing behind faucets 
built into our eyes....

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Wrapped in scars like punishment tattoos
each glance a challenge or a warning
Time stopped in slightest wrinkle
and other faucets caught in simple moment
but eyes
that told the story
and cautioned
pick a side
no falter
decide...

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Snow hits the ground
with the temperature falling
Slick city streets reflect
shoes they have seen

Icicles form
on a frigid veranda
Dripping like faucets
somewhere in between

Go to a window
with curtains of satin
Pull up the sash
so that winter can see

Each tiny island
your mind tends to visit
When it is cold
where your feet seem to be...

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My faucets run cold, what IS this about?
My hot-water-heater-tank pilot light's out!
Press down that red button and click 'til I pout
Then spew out a string (my religion in doubt)

My stove-top still lights, I can still take a bath!
Boil three piping pots full (I HOPE that will pass)
Teeter and totter like I'm walkin' through glass----
The stopper ain't stoppin', you STUPID dumb-ass!!...

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Week One of two with zero running water
Faucets are dry because of a labor strike
Corrupt politicians and unions in S. Africa
Frustrate! But Our Lord is a God of Grace
Our watertank (for roof runoff) is emptying fast
I asked a neighbor just yesterday
Is there rain in the forecast (he didn't know)
All night it rained, our Tank is near full again
Hallelujah and shalom shalom. Trust Him...

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On nights when she's away
I don't seem to care 
what the world has to say.
I hear everything, 
yet I hear nothing.
Crickets chirp, chirp
Faucets drip, drip
I can't seem to stop 
thinking of her lips.
The wind ROARS.
The night whispers.
I feel so alone 
when I'm not with her.
Frogs croak.
a horn goes off 
down the street.
I want to lay 
down with her 
and hear the 
Thump, Thump, Thump, 
of her heartbeat.

©SamHarty...

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You could fix up my shattered windows
Patch up the holes in the walls
Find a way to make the incessant creaking
Of the floorboards–hush
Make the faucets stop their aching
Drip…drip…drip…
New shingles 
New doors
New cupboards and cabinets 
Make my old bones feel new again–
What I really want
Is to be set ablaze
Ashes to ashes
All my flaws and failures 
Gone with the strike of a match
Then and only then–
Pick up your hammer...

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123 OCD
so goes the repeated anthem

out of sight 
constantly in mind
dead from "checking"
the thousandth time

123 OCD
sung by millions worldwide

over lights, faucets, germs and more
conjouring up worries,
Did I lock the front door?

123 OCD
shouted in times of frustration

off, off, off
make sure the irons cold
counting, touching, cleaning
Did I really turn off the stove?

123 OCD
will surely be the death of me!...

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Cottage in the Wood

Arms crossed, pacing back and forth
poking and prying in every corner
peering in closets, turning on faucets
humming softly and talking to yourself
You glanced back at me and smiled 
knowing you had found our place
our place to grow old together
our cottage in the wood

I live in our cottage in the wood
I live in our cottage alone

Look at it now
Look at this place
Look what has become of it
Look what has become of me

2/15/2013...

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