Short Flush Poems
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rarely reading
while sitting
on the john
i received
a dear john
text from
my now ex
but decided
to put it all
behind me
Form:
Quick and forever to forget.
The aftertaste
of those words and all nerves
sobbing spasms and tears.
Quick and forever to forget.
Humanity so loved the poppy
That it made a chemical copy
But God knows what we need
And it isn't more weed
Which seems to make everyone sloppy!
Limericks I posted on Soup
"Stunk like an old chicken coop"
Critics asked for more
I wondered what for
But now you have the latest poop . . . . .
Dolly Parton sports a large bust
Which fills many men with pure lust
Well, maybe not "pure"
But one thing is sure:
They're bound to make mud out of dust!
Johnny went to see his girl on the bus
Forgetting he'd eaten asparagus
Johnny's gusher did gush
Then he forgot to flush
She said, 'Your wee will never become us'
Get a room, size, two metres by one
To avoid an accident you might have to run
following the rush
there's a button to flush
Offloaded, that urgency really wasn't much fun
dewdrops glisten as
maiden tears on virgin leaves
soaked with betrayal
Date June3 2017
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Unload Code and Flush Down Commode
What we should is take Trump code,
And then after it we start to unload;
Not any good;
Misunderstood;
Can completely flush down commode.
Jim Horn
When the heart feels heavy
tears roll down the cheeks
expressing the pain within.
Flushing the hidden grief
and feeling so light
One is relaxed and falls asleep...
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
His tongue might work well in commodes
Trump's flapper lets loose toxic loads
Spewing crap from the can
This Hitleresque man
Shows how constipation explodes
Author's note: Why does DT need fans?
the sun rose lemon
wildflowers speckled the grass
marigold gardens
the skies were orange
with touches of red and mauve
the wind burst with sound
colorful birds sang
their mystery treetop songs
green days of summer
I swear tout de suite,
that...
My noddle ain't petabyte
But just a condign floppy disk.
So I could swiftly flush out some memories,
And retain only what's necessary.
I swear I wanna draft some boundries.
As much as I need a reclying bin, and depositary
In my head.
I hit a royal flush when i met you
you turn my puppy toes blue
my hearts are red
you are my ace high
i am all in for you
preflop raise i think you will be here always
sweeten the pot because you are the sweetest
my royal flush i am a lucky man
with your love i always win
Listen to poem:
The Prairies Flush
David J Walker
The colors flowed from his own brush
The prairie flush in scented and sacred hues
The earth tones framed in the deepest blues
Of an unrelenting evening sky
Always changing
Nonchalantly rearranging
Always in the eye
of the artist
He sat on the seat
nor too plain nor too plush
And when he had finished
he gave it a flush
Down the well went ideas and thoughts
on the ruination society had wrought...
Then he flushed one more time to silence the rant
that he felt like unleashing for soiling his pants
"You got a memory for faces, sugar?" How she stares!
"I think so, yes." Her smile splits like the crack of doom.
Peroxide pales her improbable pile. That beehive hair's
like something Boris Karloff might exhume.
"That's kinda fortunate, y'see, becuz there's
no freakin' mirror in your room."
So it is my theory
there is nothing more cheery;
that first vision bleary,
that first feathered dearie...
Ooh, look! One so leery...
It's a precious little Veery!
Mind the birder standing teary;
She's just shedding winter dreary.
18.03.20
Composed for Michael Vacek's
Spring Fling Zing Thing King (or Queen)
I realize you were in a hurry,
to get into the john,
But sometimes one in a hurry,
forgets how fast
these things can come on,
They say time and tide,
waits for no man,
Evidently, neither does the desperate
need, for the good old "can"!
So, don't wallow in red embarrassment,
looking guilty and so sick,
Just get a damn mop, and
clean it up real quick!!
Smelling the clothes rinsed,
Easily he winced
Then, freed a waiting sigh
For the ones not dry …
Now, quite The Helpless-Tired,
He shall have a launderer hired
The Heart he needs that of A Lion
To The Settled Ones iron …
Clothes keep waiting to be washed,
Even asking that this be rushed
But in reply a face is just flushed,
Because Tap Water still gushed.
Listen to poem:
The beach was packed with bodies burnt bothered,
reeking of sweat, dried salt and sunburn cream.
The sea writhed and churned as the crowds gathered
to take a swim to beat the heat and scream.
The sky darkened as storm entered the scene.
The crowd panicked and rushed home in a crush
As rain and hail fell in violent stream.
Leaving the beach scrubbed clean with a brush
By summer showers calling: "It's time for a flush".