Short Unwashed Poems

No one fux you over like family ...
You are welcome    .......

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The unwashed drain of 
semi-civil masses sits
bleakly in darkness...

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In a world of evil
I feel unwashed
unclean
then came 
friendship
a new voyage...

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Did I really exist
or am I
as I fear
a smear
in an unwashed
forgotten Petri dish....

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an unwashed plate sits
no one around to clean it~~
smiles as roach sponges...

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Teacups by the sink.
Lamentations laid to rest.
I, a foetal curl, 
Breathing  in your life, now gone
Cocooned in your unwashed shirt....

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For days I coughed hard and hurt my guts,
drank tea like Britons from china cups,
the virus never left,
this poor guy never slept...
did this bad cold come from unwashed mugs?...

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Henry Ford mass-produced the Model 'T' Ford,

A contraption the unwashed masses could afford!

'Twas the latest and greatest to include a crank and jack,

And he offered a choice of colors as long as it was black!...

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Star to let
to a cat lover
and friend of

less perfect dahlias,
to putter-outers of
unwashed milk bottles;

to curtain shifters
and spectacle sinkers,
to all those gods

in Victoria`s long terraces
all waiting for
the flat upstairs....

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I need it all
Not just the sweet
The bitter too
The fights
They make it real
 
I need it all
Full spectrum
Not a sample
I love the flaws
Your hair unwashed
 
I need it all
Bare faced
Plain Jane
Your deepest wounds
I’ll take those on...

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In a clear day
A darken cloud
WonderedIn a clear day
A darken cloud
Wondered
Not a rain
At the night
A storm clasped 
Unwashed dawn
Shaded
In and out
Far beyond
A slow sun light
Remote sky
Gives a birth
A rainbow

Udaya R. Tennakoon...

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Rocket ship boogie.
Earth dwellers watch
Through unwashed beards.

What are they doing? One asks.
Bees? Another guesses.

No one dances around like this
Without a bee down their shirt,
Right?

It is always fun to watch
Rocket ship boogie....

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An Unwashed Handkerchief

Stanky 
Hanky

Prison Noise

Slammer
clamor

Construction Noise

Hammer
Clamor

Bad English

Gringo 
Lingo

Seen in the Buff

Granny
Fanny

April 20, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest...

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owls waking whole night
think other creatures foolish ~
bats seem to join them

glow worms lighting up
the houses and great gardens ~
mock at moon and stars

crickets, cockroaches
creep into unwashed vessels ~
earning the day's food


21 October 2021...

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Hand-in-hand gossiping widows
sit on vacant, unwashed benches
enjoying the warmth of the day while
glancing at men awaiting nothing
as they stare into space
overwhelmed by the barrenness of loneliness
and sorrows as mental images
recall a past love.
Dreaming will continue....

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I circumnavigate a resplendent globe.
A fiery tangle of thorns and strobes.
The masses rise up against my imagination.
Diseased, unwashed and tragic devastation.

A siren calls out in the dark night.
A call to arms a way to fight.
Oppressive whispers in my ear.
I'm never scared but yet I fear....

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24:Drops of color splinter from the crystal’s sharp edges--
From the hard clearness,
Blue splays
Orange dances
Green jumps
Purple plays
As yellow mellows
Down the hot day.
Even through the dust
that filters light’s passage,
Rainbow’s essence delights the ceiling.
Beams win against a decade of unwashed window....

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I sense that there are stories
Bigger and more grand
than I can comprehend
That I'm a part of somehow

But I only see this

Cooking my lunch
Clipping my nails
Thinking of unpaid bills
And unwashed dishes

Feeling smaller still
With no heroic deeds
Just living my life
Utterly normal indeed

Is this my story?...

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No note,
the bed unmade,
the milk, imprisoned in plastic,
left to grow solid on the kitchen table.
Winter’s gray made me insane, and
so I flew on steel wings to Buenos Aires,
where the air is humid and smells of unwashed
sins, and the angry sun beats down 
on oceans of grass,
and the red wine flows, 
numbing my Yankee brain....

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I'll never know God
Because father won't let me.
The order I'm all out of
Doesn't fit under my skin.
My robes hang unused
As if I were never there.
A schism envelops my know
Because I KNOW
If Jesus really walked thru that church door
He'd be ushered out
Unto the unwashed
Before they could get any money
Out of him....

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Quiet Darkness

Quiet darkness envelop me
winged intruder, lights dissolution
soar beyond day’s raucous din

Leave me in somber solitude
seek solace in myself, soul intact
beyond lacerating tongues

Reviling others call “nevermore, nevermore”
unwashed congregation, nor unholy pact
pull me from a life forsworn.

Stephen (Stoic)...

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Remember the cradle
Respect to the grave
These notions inside
My soul they enslave
Always alone
These values I hold
My fears come to life
The great unwashed fold
The masses have lost
Thier unguided way
With no one to lead
Mankind led astray
Remember the family
Rekindle the flame 
Rejoice in the memories
And honor thy name....

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A Beggar 
   
This irritating person, one leg shorter
than the other, unwashed and begging.
I feel disgust want him to get lost.
But he is there reminding me of 
past misery, and how bad fortune, ill
health follows me around… 
This sickly idiot, it could be me if I fall
out of the plum tree, so I give him loose 
change to soothe my conscience.
Pity and contempt, a bad mixture....

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This
poesy
             flows
             not
with
pictures
                 of
                my past
No
no
              thoughts
              flow
new-born
unwashed
a natural 
                birth,
                no
mid-wife
nurse
               spontaneous
               conscious
drops
of
                abstract
                free               
verse...

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I am fascinated by the creeping
Numbness that loosens my fingers
And tongue and words
Are unleashed upon the unwashed
Masses of unsuspecting people
I am but the stuttering holographic image of truth
And I speak it not now either
For I have my mind beside me and against me
It threatens to wrestle the liquor for driving privileges
But Gin won
---------------
Don't tell me to write when drunk. This happens....

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