Vacuuming Poems - Poems about Vacuuming

1 John 1:7 “But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin.” In the vacuuming, the roar of a voice – softly churning, remembering my purpose… my soul is burning – soundless stories, a still,...

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mama likes to play accidental suction of my little dogs tail...

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Is it any wonder that nobody likes vacuuming the floor, Mention the word vacuum and there is a rush for the door. Reading a newspaper or a woman's magazine is a dangerous occupation, If the vacuuming has not been done. If for the sake of long term security you are willing, I will give you a shilling every time you...

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Hate Vacuuming? By Mark Stucky Vacuum cleaners are pneumatic nobles, built to cleanse our offices and homes, sucking dust from floors and crevices to discard in trash cans (where dirt belongs). What if we could also build a machine to vacuum hate from our world and to hurl hate into hell (where hate belongs)? What if it could suck base instincts from souls of supremacists and mass...

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My husband is torn. He wants a clean house. But he loves our big puppy. The chewingest dog in the whole dang town. He says I guess I should vacuum. I do not comment. He is tired of hearing me say “why bother?” So, I lift my feet And tolerate the annoying drone Which drowns out my TV show. Ten minutes later there is snow...

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TINKLING HARPSICHORD DRONING ON LENGTHS OF CRYSTAL HARMONY PAUSED BEFORE SUNLIGHT...

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