Short Housekeeping Poems

picking up all trash 
guarantees no pesty bugs 
your food will be safe...

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Bright glistening leaf

    Made shiny by the fall rain...

          Nature's housekeeping....

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housekeeping money
    femme fatale seeks temptation
    six inch high heel shoes

    7/ 19/ 2018....

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A dashing, young field mouse
Once married a shrew,
And they set up housekeeping
In an old tennis shoe.
                                                    
When their babies were born--
Not shrews and not mice--
They were the proud parents
Of a shoe full of shrice....

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swept from heaven's floor

    the light snow falls like feathers

        .... nature's housekeeping


snow covered branches

   are refuge for darting birds

       ...  their breakfast buried


on carpet of white

   tiny imperfections lay

     ... tracks of hungry birds...

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Rouse me not while I am sleeping,

see the darkened shadows creeping,

hear the windblown willows weeping,

fields of cotton ripe for reaping.


Notice how the floors need sweeping,

apathetic toward housekeeping,

leave me be while I am sleeping,

to other realms my soul is leaping....

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Maids-Housekeepers

 of maids and housekeepers.
Are groups of clean reapers
This can be any tropes.
 can be any genre.
Cleaning whole home, from porch to kitchen
Washing, windows, walls and dishes




8/1/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
For North Omaha Writer's Group/ N.O.W. GROUP 
  W.I.P. (Work In Progress) 7/28/20...

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I'll do some housekeeping today
Take my broom and sweep the clouds away
There won't be anytime for play
But if you come and want to stay

I'll share a sunset with you...
We can dream of rose and violet-blue
Take my rake I'll draw the night blind
Fling the stars from the shovel to shine

Pull the switch for the moon to light....
To glow on my place, this very night...
As we share the stars and time,
Out on the porch in our prime...

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Housekeeping acrostic/therza rima
How Ruthie Stone had to abandon
One place that she only called home
Upon her Aunt Sylvie’s rebellion

So now she rides on her own 
Every day she treats as a challenge
Kindling her attachment alone

Every hour since she has parted
Even through the years has passed
Proneness to stay lonely and quiet 
 
In her own soul is attached
Now those dear reflective hours
Go with her while taking her time

While her old abandoned home sours...

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