Unclogged Poems - Poems about Unclogged

...I remember my father’s hands as a plumber’s hands—fiercely strong, calloused, rough, knuckle-battered, and dirty after a long-day’s work. Those hands shoveled; unclogged drains and toilets; repaired ......Read the rest...

...V. 1: I have been grimacing lately I have been loving you extremely I’m looking forward to going to Oregon We welcome the sun, we welcome the sun Pre-chorus: God, have mercy on my weary soul H......Read the rest...

...Across an azure sky i trailed lonely as clouds Lost and broken you unlocked my handcuffs you are the love,you are the lover In the ambiguity of reverberence and sonority my soul was asleep ......Read the rest...

...I'm truly sorry for those that died. From that cheeky little FauchXI virus... The millions that lost jobs. and those demonized for deflecting the virgin big pharma prick- I'm embarrassed to s......Read the rest...

..."The streams are my veins." Can you hear the drum beats of fear as do I? Does the mere sound of these fears make you want to CRY? You don't want to believe it, and hope it's all a 'Big LIE'. ......Read the rest...

...This bodily form here Is where love spears We choose separation Then yearn for union Thus creating a longing To fill what is lacking This game of pretence Easy if played in innocence Howev......Read the rest...

...Trump the Pump Truck Driver By Franklin Price 11/09/2019 Trump is who we see he is, doesn't practice to deceive Won the plumbing job, three years ago, was elected to receive All the piled up d......Read the rest...

...The penultimate decadal chronicle so very exciting The twentieth century wrote through the eighties My young mind marveled at how the pages were turning Frayed memory still preserves them as a li......Read the rest...

...I believe in Love. I BELIEVE in Love. My faith rests assured. Not on fabled promises, or Test tube guesses. My heart has felt the Motive Force. My eyes have seen the good resurrect. Love per......Read the rest...

...#S.ONG A.ND M.OTION Sam Swam Swooshing and Pushing Further in the Swamp... Is it Easier to Swim in a Muddled Puddle of Murky Meanderings; Submerged and Immersed in Mental Entangled Misund......Read the rest...

...The sweat beads sparkle on her fair forehead She is selling fish in her black sari A little money for her daily bread In the black slum she lives in a shanty While she cleans and slices into pi......Read the rest...

...in the silence of your early fantasy dawn breezy dreams of purple peach i am eating you your wavering thoughts indecision onerous shadows of withering souls i am eating hidden flowers of your......Read the rest...

...There are those moments….. spontaneous expressions of life finding expression through the eyes …the voice …the hands …the pen a focus …centering in the b......Read the rest...

...I fell this morning- Stumbled over fear, surrender my bitter dressings Kissing the distance of sanity Defying gravity Levitating toward the inevitable Plunging into the comfort of solace fe......Read the rest...

...The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Nine “Sire!” cried a lame yea-sayer: “I know this mad hookah addict!” “Then drag him here by the scruff of neck be it hook or by trick! But first when......Read the rest...