Washings Poems - Poems about Washings

...This morning I got visitor... The cutest ever little guest. A sparrow, walking as a twister on my rope with washings space. It looked at me with browny eyes and bravely stayed in front... A pie......

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...Who was it who said Housework prolongs your life? Surely they jest! They can go take a hike I've collapsed on the couch From just the mere thought After leaving it it far longer Than I r......

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...It seems clear that the COVID-19 pandemic is far from over, and I'm hoping people don't become complacent and irresponsib......

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...The sky is the limit to what can be said of 2020, what it has brought us and how we are responding or reacting to it. i.e., There's this notion of "getting back to normal". Suffice it to say that me......

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...Newfoundlanders, please be ready For Covid-19’s second wave After you joined the new bubble Allowing travel in and out. You’ve had a great string of free days Now you’re opening up again To the......

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...The oven timer’s going off. Oh crap! Before that, I was lying in the drawer enjoying a peaceful little nap. “She” grabs me and goes to the oven door. I’m held by her left hand, while in her righ......

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...Forgetful when it comes to my pocket jeans, especially when its time to get cleaned, chewing gum and phone, after the wash I moan, at times even laundering the green. 12-21-16......

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...There's an inner/outter counter blank element that defines our earthly countenance transparent transpire to an irrelevant parlor non native nill given gotten gave, positioned ill latently counterintu......

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...The wound saddened her and the scab would not dry. She is frayed but with dignity sews and patches herself. Time ticks as she waits patient, alert for the door closing. And she waits. Her clothes......

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...1. Today’s rains make me feel a drought All the more thirstingly. A drought Of all that is not unwanted All that is not love, that is. In times when farmers kill themselves Due to debts, a rash ......

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...Lying in my Grandmother's old brass bed I watch the blades of her ceiling fan slowing turning Around and around and around again... From the heat of this steamy July There is no end to my yearni......

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...George O'l boy, what DO you say? Great day for an old game today? Washings done and the chores are too, So shall we have a play, for what's true? "I like your shiny clean apron..." "I like you......

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...I have a still snivelling mirror From the silk-cotton tree But can that take the stabbing cowries From my heavy,swollen foot? I am in the dark the naked she-goat Panting over flying stones. ......

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