Who cleans up the dirt washes away happiness.
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The Purifier
Water for shower washes away bodily dirt
Drinking water washes away dirt of body’s internal organs
And cleanses blood
Tears washes away dirt of mind
Thus teardrops carry away sins of all kind
And make people good
And give them the power to control mood.
From the lowermost paradise
Breeze will be blown sometimes
In the uppermost hell
So the sinners living there will be able to cry
And become good people
That’s why they will be forgiven someday or other
But the sinners of other hells
Will not be able to shed tears
Because of extreme hot weather
So they will be punished forever and ever.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Within
When cloud of darkness gathers around me
It’s always your light that sets me free.
When despair piles up in my grieving heart
Your magic broom cleans up the dirt.
You smile when I cry, cry when I smile
No grief is forever, beyond a sorrowful mile.
By all the acts you do and all the tales you spin
You let me discover the happiness within.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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His Red Dirt Life
So many red dirt roads he’s traveled
Along his long red dirt life
Children born and raised with
His charming red dirt wife
A home was built and furnished
Upon his red dirt land
He’s done the very best he could
Always taking a red dirt stand
Red dirt roads that lead up to
A bridge to the other side
He tries to go right with the flow
Along life’s red dirt ride
And during that ride it seems
There are some pot holes in the road
But he just keep pluggin’ along you see
Just carrying his red dirt load
The streams and valleys continue
Until the end of his red dirt time
And when the sun beats down on him
He loves to see that red dirt shine!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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The Cleaning Operations
Ash cleans brass and acid, copper.
Trees clean air and the flow, water.
Menses cleans woman and sex, man.
Mind! Cleaning is not preventing.
(30.04.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lightning Strike
The lighting brings back memories.
The thunder shows my anger.
As the rain washes it away.
the birds fly by, I see my dreams.
As they go home. they're stolen from me.
As the rain washes it away.
The pedal filled with rain drops, I know I'm hurt.
As the rain drops roll off, they're like my tears.
As the rain washes it away.
The clouds are like my soul.
They hide the sun, like I hide my feelings.
As the rain washes it away.
As I sit on my porch,
Watching the rain wash things away.
I see that the storms a lot like me.
poem by Fugly Fool
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What Happiness Is
happiness
is bliss
happiness,
is when you get a new puppy
happiness,
is when you get married
happiness,
is when you go on you first date
happiness,
is making your own decisions
happiness,
is graduating
happiness,
is getting you first job
happiness,
is falling in love
happiness
is being proud of who you are
happiness
is bliss
happiness,
is glowing
happiness,
is fun
happiness,
is an amazing feeling
happiness,
is when you smile all day
happiness,
is giving someone a hug just because you can
happiness,
is that light in your eyes
happiness,
is what makes the world go around
happiness,
is bliss
Dirt Bike
Here comes the dirt bike
Beware of the dirt bike
Because I hear theyre coming to our town
Theyve got plans for everyone
And now I hear theyre over their sophomore jinx, so you had better check it out
All hail the dirt bike
Philosopher dirt bike
Silence as we gathered round
We saw the word and were on our way
Now its
Brain washing dirt bike
Ground shaking dirt bike
Mind bending dirt bike
In control
Soul crushing dirt bike
Self propelled dirt bike
You see I never thought Id understand
til that bike took me by the hand
Now I ride
Ride
Ride
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Tea and Coffee
Thunder slowly rumbles the night
Rain cleans the streets and washes
Lightening flashes and lights the room
I enjoy the sounds like an orchestra
Like fine music swelling with life
Even the chill tonight feels so true
The past ties in to the present future
Natural sounds can be so peaceful
We both like to write with atmosphere
I wonder if the Browning’s wrote like this?
She drinks a hot tea I prefer a coffee
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Be Love A Fluid
Love must be waves of sea
That hit the shores of souls,
The melting ice that wets the hearts,
The tepid water that sooths the nerves
And the clean water that washes dirt
But never to be rigid like solid.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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2 Am
I get in from work at 2a.m.
And sit down with a beer
Turn on the late night t.v.
And then wonder why Im here
Its meaningless and trivial
And it washes over me
And once again I wonder
Is this all there is for me
Here I am again
Look at me again
Here I am again
On my own
Trying hard to see
What there is for me
Here I am again
On my own
Life seems so pathetic
I wish I could live it all behind
This canvas chair, this bed,
These walls that fall in on my mind
Hold on for something better
That just drags you trough the dirt
Do you just let go or carry on
And try to take the hurt
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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The Road To Happiness
A lonely road I walk on
with nobody around
just the trees in the distance
and the rocks and dirt on the ground.
I was told there was happiness
beyond, where this road goes
happiness is what I lack
and in my smile it shows.
this emotion I long for
It has been quite sometime
since, I felt this inside my heart
a happiness that's all mine.
I know it's out there somewhere
to the end, I must now go
walking down this lonely road
what to expect, I do not know.
embarking on this journey
is something I must do
I felt this emptiness for to long
and somehow I seen it through.
I can't let nothing get me down
I have to give all of me
I have to make it all the way
at the end, happiness waits for me.
poem by Bobby Kramer Jr.
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Dog Dirt
Dog dirt, you don’t wanna step on it,
Dog dirt, you don’t wanna slip on it,
Dog dirt, you need to watch your step,
Dog dirt; check yourself for any specks.
Now when I say dog dirt I mean my thoughts,
I’m using it as a metaphor incase I get caught,
Now I love her but I can’t tell her,
Because if she ever found out I’ll be feeling under the weather,
Together forever, probably never I think,
But all I do is think I just keep my mouth shut,
My thoughts are dog dirt,
Don’t touch or stumble on them or I’ll get hurt.
Dog dirt, you don’t wanna step on it,
Dog dirt, you don’t wanna slip on it,
Dog dirt, you need to watch your step,
Dog dirt; check yourself for any specks.
I hope that’s not crap on your shoe,
Because I accidentally wrote in that text I love you,
You replied I love you too if only it was true,
I’m a fool for ever falling for you,
I’m a fool defiantly if you ever step in my do, do,
I’ll zip my mouth closed so nothing blurts out,
I’ll rip my vocal cords out so that I can’t shout,
I’m a dreamer, but not a believer, trust me.
poem by Gaz illionaire
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And Death Washes Only Bones
And death washes only bones;
The mouth of death speaks oft of every tounge
Never his patience once lost is found in all your nature;
Death washes a bone and the astrologer hands two back,
So the moon when lined up, shines down on Venus asleep.
Time smiles on the heart beating and long of face therein,
death puts it back on the middle shelf prearanged.
And death washes only bones;
Deep valleys are filled with man's rich oil,
And covered over memories by death too often dredged.
Lined up end to end exposed again to harvest the tears of wait;
And death washes only bones and man who drinks so bold,
There being no truth and lies sown shut death eyes all bottoms.
d.t.
poem by Is It Poetry
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The Fourth Stall
The serenity prayer and a Shakespeare sonnet
appear on the bathroom wall,
stalls heavily sodden with urine-
Who cleans these public restrooms anyway?
a Spanish lady named Maria,
all Spanish women bear this name-
She cleans them no doubt, so well
the bleach leaves stains.
I thought about leaving behind
a few words of my own, maybe
a hope psalm-
But ya know,
being in the presence of a memory
I'm seeing through a stranger's eyes,
has made me do something I never do....
I miss you
poem by Amberlee Carter
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Inside my happiness...
Inside my happiness, there is nothing but happiness for me.
Inside my happiness, the colors are so bright and vivid and I am able to see everything clearly.
Inside my happiness, there were no dark times because in my happiness the sun always shines.
Inside my happiness, there is no pain, there is no fear and there certainly is no doubt.
Inside my happiness, we all live as one and there is peace for all beings.
Inside my happiness, there is God and he has planned all of this for me.
Inside my happiness, addiction never happend.
Inside my happiness, there are no sorrows and no tears for the hurt doesnt exist.
Inside my happiness, there is you, and you are everything.
Inside my happiness, there is a woman who is ready for life.
Inside my happiness, there is nothing but happiness for me.
poem by Amber Swiney
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Country Red Dirt Road
Down that red dirt road
Off to the side I see
Cattle gracing in herds
Staring sweetly at me
Yes, the red dirt takes us
Past old farmyard barns
Farmers standing ‘round
Spinning red dirt yarns
Daisies waving by the side
Of the red dirt road so fresh
Brilliant colors perfectly
Blend in with all the rest
More cows by the fence
Watch as I go by
Driving a red dirt road
Sure does make time fly!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Red Dirt Forever!
Nothing is quite as relaxing
As having a red dirt day
The color gleaming brightly
As I go along my way
A pond surrounded by red dirt
Creates a smile upon my face
I never can remember
A more peaceful kind of place
An old barn in the sunshine
Surrounded by deep red dirt
Happy families lived for years
Yes, tribulations came in spurts
As I look across the fields
I’m so proud of what I see
All this brilliant red dirt land
Still smiles happily on me
For you see, nothing matters
Except this world that I treasure
And I truly will be happy on
My Red Dirt Forever!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Squalls out on the gulf stream
Big storms comin soon
I passed out in my hammock
And God I slept til way past noon
Stood up and tried to focus
I hoped I wouldnt have to look far
I knew I could use a bloody mary
So I stumbled next door to the bar
Chorus:
And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I cant run at this pace very long
Yes its quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then I can go on
Theres somethin about this sunday
Its a most peculiar gray
Strollin down the avenue thats known as a1a
Feelin tired, then I got inspired
I knew that it wouldnt last long
So all alone I walked back home
Sat on my beach and then I made up this song
Chorus:
And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I cant run at this pace very long
Yes its quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But then it cleans me out and then I can go on
Well the wind is blowin harder now
Fifty knots or thereabouts
Theres white caps on the ocean
And Im watchin for waterspouts
Its time to close the shutters
Its time to go inside
In a week Ill be in gay paris
Thats a mighty long airplane ride
Chorus:
And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I cant run at this pace very long
Yes its quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then I can go on
Coda:
Yes it cleans me out and then I can go on
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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All I Need From You Is That You Clean Me, Mama
you lay a mat on the floor
for you to understand dirt and its implications its complications
to the wall
or to the center table and to the rest of the parts of your house,
dirt must be eradicated, that is your rule number one,
so you put lots of mats and rugs, doormats, floormats,
in every door in every corner of the floor
all dirts are not welcome,
it is as though you have studied dirt at length for years,
what is dirt? what are the kinds of dirt? the causes of dirt?
the consequences of dirt? the historical background of dirt,
and your recommendations finally about
dirt
its control and eradication,
you have talked about dirt and how you disliked it,
how you have driven dirt away from this house
how you called they police when dirt resisted to leave
and of course they all were arrested and jailed
without bond
the judge convicted dirt on the basis of those dirty exhibits
and dirty testimonial evidence,
dirt must be poisoned by lethal injection, hanged, electrocuted,
to make them disappear forever
that is your firm belief
your solid conviction
the sound philosophy of
your society
you are talking to me, and i will now tell you who am i really,
my name, the place where i live, my family and how i am related to you,
mother, i am dirt, my name is dirty, my family is dirty,
i live in a dirty place, i am your son,
i cannot step on your doormat, immediately i must leave now
you will report me to the police and i will be arrested
and jailed and even be hanged dead,
all i need is only that you clean me, mama.
now, please........
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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