I'll give you a hint.
I put a sock in it.
I wondered where it went.
It came out as lint.
Won't you tell me mister
if it is a washer?
Or may I inquire
if it is a dryer.
In the 50's mom and grand
Had that old Maytag™ drum washer
It would twist and dance
~
Wiggle N turn
Like a baby wobble
That old washing machine
~
had a motor almost as big
as a Volkswagen
Boy, did love to wash them clothes
In Grandma's Old Wringer Washer -
~
shaped shaped like a barrel
on top of it a wringer
with a handle place in the clothes
~
Too wring out put it in a wicker basket
And then take to the clothesline
and hang up too dry outside
That task was a job., was a shore
In Grandma's Old Wringer Washer -
In Grandma's Old Wringer Washer
12/8/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Halloween window washer sprays himself in the face
Cares not a whit, for he does not have eyes in place.
Being a skeleton makes it so easy for him someone says.
It is a jealous old witch named Lucinda Inez.
Halloween window washer gives her a blast with his gun.
She falls off her broom, six stories down, which is kind of fun.
Her familiar, a cat, stays on the broom and drives it around.
The last time I say him, he was dancing on it all over town.
The little ghost loved the washer, so much, he could not get enough.
He liked tumbling in suds among sweaters, blouses and stuff.
You can enjoy it all day, his mother said. I know you like to be clean.
But make yourself invisible, so you will not be noticed or seen.
The Washer Woman in Canyonlands
An old woman laments
of her daily chores,
the stinging lye soap
and a biting washboard.
With knuckles bleeding
into the day’s dirty water,
she sighs and prays
for a better tomorrow.
Something minute had been carefully tucked away, it was a nut
Got loose, rolled helplessly away, had no direction afraid, she shut
Her eyes, and slowly rolled towards a destined force,
An eager bolt nearby bolt gave her the eye, she thought to pause,
She looked at him said hi, but continued to roll and to strut,
The bolt flirted outrageously with this shiny nut, that felt
Maybe he should be bolted onto her, but quick action was now due
The feeling in his gut sent urgent message, he whispered to
the nut, that next door, there was an empty little hut, she thought a bit
But excited so surprised, she rolled her eyes, was not about to quit,
They tumbled and bumped and arrived at the hut together, at ease
but excited, she coyly asked, may we use a washer please.
Washing clothes
a long days job as the new wash machine mom had was too good to be used
a Maytag ringer in the basement was the clue
Hot water fills the larger washer as it went round and round
pulling out the clothes, piece by piece
gentle and carefully into the ringer
as it sqeezed the water out
into a new tub of hot water, up and down splashing about
then into the third tub
finally through the ringer again
almost dry
to the lines outside under a hot summer sky
DISHWASHER
I am a dishwasher
White as a clean plate
Made to loosen up the stain and stuck food particles
I am surrounded by soap and water, cups and saucers, pans and pots
Eventually I will wash away all the food and grease
Liken my cousin the washing machine when I'm done the dishes are clean
I am a dishwasher
11/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
The washer spins, tumbling clothes, as thoughts tumble in my mind
New things I have learned today, that years I had tried to find
The truth is important as always, but some of it can hurt deeply too
All of it will come out in the wash, to be cleansing fully through
Loss, heartache, betrayal and all she lied
The depth of secrets held, when one died
Now, it is the time, as more surfaces to be known
With more evidence, of this long flight I have flown
Heidi Sands
9/3/17
it is the third month of the year
a cool and twitchy twenty-eight days
have past (pass) and gone a wrong (array)
twenty-seventeen, this the year of a understanding
of what i can (could) not say
but enterprise is not my fortune
for often others have been and molded
my reality into shapes of unwanted fate
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dirtiest Old Used New Washer
it is the third month of the year
a cool and twitchy twenty-eight days
have past and gone array
twenty-seventeen, this is the year of a understanding
of what i cannot say
but enterprise is not my fortune
for often others have molded
my reality
into shapes of unwanted fate
(fixed? 5-3-2017 wed)
My washer went online today.
They say my money's old.
I'll have to use my debit card
is all that I've been told.
I wonder what is coming next.
Perhaps I'll browse the net.
I'll probably play an MP3
and dance till clothes get wet.
I hope it isn't hacked at all.
My clothes would suffer much.
Those hackers like to rinse all day.
and spin for just a touch.
The dryer also wants my card.
It's friendlier I find.
With fewer buttons needing me,
to less time that we'll bind.
The cycles all but calling me
in actions for a chip.
To slide my card both in and out,
confusing for a trip.
And if I go to use a coin,
it simply can't be done.
My money's all but worthless
and the spin has just begun.
its a fact
if got my back
i will put your
on my rack
of love stack
and treat you too
like a brother
ONE HAND WASHER THE
OTHER