No man can ever understand,
There's Spring Cleaning across this land,
Miss Mop and Clean waves her hand,
Snoring is his male band,
Not to worry, no time to sup,
Gals want to sparkle up,
One shelf at a time,
Spray and Wipe sublime,
Fresh is the cupboard smell,
Charity bags cast their spell,
All tidy now, so it seems,
Polished the dog, he gleams,
Must detox this brain,
Wasting thoughts quite inane,
Declutter world still revolving,
Spring Cleaning is evolving!
the cold wet sea spray
fell upon my upturned face
heard my own laughter
Diesel spray for Christmas
Butt-face bar of soap for birthday, it's no small joke
On isthmus
They laughed out loud
Though on emotions 'bout to choke
You're ploughed
Watch out!
Charma evokes.
Flout~
Diesel spray for Christmas
Though on emotions 'bout to choke
Flout~~
Grant me more I’m all excitement.
I should’ve long thought of it: Chastisement;
Find a reason to not pay all of them:
“Some have to my poor firm pushed their problem.”
He who flies off the handle I’ll handle:
Very simple: the Sack Fire kindle.
I will have blown out hoped-on candle
For the clear lover of thread and spindle…
Has any staff killed boss who’d failed to pay
And it was his signal he should not stay?
If it’s in the papers note the day
And acquire bullets you might just spray!
For conquests of smells that are plain stench,
Keep cornering perfumes of The French:
I’d seen an animated advance
Towards a wide range of these perfumes
By seekers of a classic fragrance
Like police dogs towards picked up fumes,
Their waiting covers quickly remove
And with long sniffs their excellence prove…
Yet, this does a lot confuse The Nose
And tires all wires to it close;
I’d choose to not fool The Olfactory
To home dash with The Satisfactory.
Be warned one’s True Yes might be later
One’s final judgment to wait and wait…
Quest for perfumes a search for image
Rarely I glimpsed one in the village;
Men they’d grab or their company,
More of them spray and they’ll be many.
I have a can of wasp and hornet spray on my desk
It says killer on it.
Do I feel guilty?
Not a bit.
Will I use it?
Oh, yes!
During the day the wasps hide out in cracks and crevices.
But when my computer is on at night, they creep out of their places.
Landing on my screen, startling me.
Like flying mice only more deadly.
When they land on my arm I have to resist the urge to swat them.
I have been stung before.
Most unpleasant.
I reach from the green can,
at the ready.
The sudden mist against my cheek
awakens me in an instance
lifts my chin to feel its crispiness
the tickles of wet tingles my awareness
as a late evening breeze blows my hair as if
on the prow of a sailboats’ deck
sending the verge of cold little shivers
along the nape of my sweater
with the incoming sea crashing ever closer
tide flow just below as I sit to watch
twilight upon us in plumb burnt to orange
soft light a vibrant impression in glorious sunset
hand painted of watercolors spread loosely
I find soft harmonies played by waves mighty song
amazed to find each days’ gift living here
hearing the daily ballads pour from doorways
and sharing connections of new found happenstance
in this dusty towns’ neighborhood in Mexico
5-4-2021
ALL YOURS (May 5) Poetry Contest
1st Place
Brain Strand
Chase the breakers out of the harbour
before the customs boat appears.
Strike the sails and tack to larboard
then comes the old familiar fear.
Will they run us, or will they gun us?
Damn these sails, catch the wind.
Spume and foam roll and spin us,
forgive us Lord for we have sinned.
Packed to the gunwales with contraband
trying to make a dishonest living.
Running close twixt rocks and strand,
not only the sea is unforgiving.
Soon we'll be in open water,
run the mizzen, strike the main.
Then, God willing, well outrun her
and run a windward spray again.
silver spray soaking
shell scattered sandy shoreline ~
squally sea subsides
Written 24th August 2020
For haiku 6 poetry contest
Sponsored By Brian Strand
With tears and exhaustion in her eyes she says to me my life is but a cycle of anguish and slow decay I want to slit my wrists to watch the blood spray, I want to watch the Crimson rain ,wanna paint the walls while I expel my pain by slicing this vein, but I fear that it won't spray the way I Envisioned it and then I'll die with my last thoughts being I want to do it again so I can see it the way I pictured it, and then she proclaimed it is in this moment I realize that there's still so many things that I want to see ,guess I have to stay alive to see them then she throws the blade
Surfer Catch Ocean Spray
If surfer should catch some ocean spray,
Even though hair has been turning gray;
More mature,
Know for sure;
Hope to soon go to heaven to God pray.
Cloaked faces shattering cities.
Setting fire to old glory.
Spitting hate at our peace,
Then casually branding it freedom of speech.
They sack our places of worship.
Spray painting over rainbows
our covenant with God.
Then they tout it a healthy release.
Scholars cackling at our children in venomous rant.
Seeding pods of filth throughout this great land.
If your heart is living in the light,
why then do you hide your fiery faces.
Spray painters of rainbows-the blight of free minds and nations
Trump and His Hair Spray
Trump likes golden showers and hair spray,
And we are sure he has applied it everyday;
Not only lied,
Also falsified;
Is mentally disturbed doing without delay.
Jim Horn
M-isty
A-ir
R-eally
I-s
C-reated
I-n
S-prinkle
Topic: Birthday of Maricris D. Carbonel (May 6)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A vanilla spray
Lovely scent but some afraid
Milly is afraid
We spray it on her
She runs away screaming
It is quite funny
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