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Jay M Aug 2021
As the water runs hot
Hands turning red
Steam rising
It's all worth it;
To get it clean
Get it right

Scrub the pan
Wash the dish
It's all part of the plan
Savor the heart-felt wish

Get it done
No matter the pain
It's how it's supposed to be

Do your part
You don't need a heart
Or worse, a tongue
Just get it done

Wash, rinse, repeat
Steam roll and water pour
This task first, then a few more

- Jay M
August 19th, 2021
Just get it done, and get on to the next thing. No need to delay.
Chad Young Feb 2021
To a dishwasher, an invention might be to wash a dish that has never been clean.
To a mathematician, an invention might be to solve a problem that has never been solved.
Both are very tricky and I want to give up before I start.
Both take "grease" and a will to come back time and time again.
I'm a dishwasher
Kelsey Banerjee Jun 2020
steel plates warped
bend with the burden of
I keep washing
skin wrinkles
still I scrub
until the plate breaks
the silver scar
lined with blood.
I throw it away,
unwrap a new one
knowing that tomorrow
more dust will come.
Glenn Currier Jun 2020
I get up in the morning
and my first duty is to our cats
to ensure they have food and water
to satisfy their simple needs.
They have no urgency to gather in
the myriad strands and filaments
of my mind to focus on them.
Unlike me, they are without ego
or neurosis or compulsions
or impulse to chew and devour
startling new currents of thought
or to dissect and parse tradition
to produce some new light of intellect.
Their feline genius of simplicity
is my present focus of admiration
and desire.
But of course I could never dissolve
the accumulated humanity
focused in my solitary mind
and achieve the elegant ease
with which our cats occupy
their meager patch of earth.
This morning I have a yearning for simplicity of focus and devotion right in my own back yard, to care for the tomato plants, to wash the dishes with care and mindfulness, to simply listen to and watch my wife and say hello to my small universe and in the process, perhaps, absorb some precious particle of the cosmos.
Serene May 2020
The kitchen is a war zone
A bomb explosion
Wading through the mess of dishes
like sailing across the polluted ocean
They’re stacked practically to the roof
I can no longer ignore the ugly truth
The proof of all the days I’ve already been through
This bowl is from two weeks ago
Good god where did the time go?
I let this mess get piled up
24 hours in a day is not enough
There’s so much to do I don’t know where to start
Maybe it’s best if I break into parts
Turn on the water
Give it time to get properly hot
The sink begins to fill
The water is overflowing
Dishes spill
What am I gonna do?
Now its not one mess but two
The floor is flooded
The sink isn’t draining
I’m slipping and falling
Frantically trying to stop it
But I don’t know the first thing
about fixing a broken faucet
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
I know there are chores to be done
Laundry pile is growing large and looming
The corner of my room overcrowded
Bin sits and as I wait it's blooming

I fear there be dishes in the sink
If I listen close I can hear
Cry out my name shamelessly
I try not to get too near

I am not blind to the layer of dust
All objects on my bedside table
Mom wasn't lying when she remarked
"This coated house is disgusting!"
"It looks like a stable!"

But don't feel like doing anything
Washing dishes
Or clothes
Or cleaning
I think I'll just lose myself
Some deeper meaning
Written 9/4/12
Max Neumann Dec 2019
monday: putting ***** plates aside
tuesday: ignoring the ***** plates
wednesday: being bothered by the ***** plates
thursday: intending to do the dishes
friday: forgetting to do the dishes
saturday late afternoon: meeting a woman in a pub who tells daddy that she has a dirt allergy
saturday evening: arduously scrapping off fatty chunks from the dishes, groaning about such a hard kind of labor and thinking about easier ways of cleaning ***** plates.

from saturday night until sunday morning: making love to the woman from the pub; putting ***** plates...
lifestyle remains lifestyle
change causes change
Jamie Sep 2019
She stands there,
In her own world,
Siging to her music,
Lost in the moment.

I stand watching,
Loving every inch of her,
Loving every second,
Lost in her and in this moment.

Her shirt,
Her underwear,
Her soft,

She wears her gloves
Her dorky,
Dish gloves.

Hairs in a bun
Shoulders swaying.

And water,
All of it together.

I watch,
My heart swells,
This is my love,
This is my favorite moment.
This is the moment I knew.

She was there,
She was everything,
She was perfect....
So perfect...
My perfect Memory
K Apr 2019
busy movement of dinner time
frantic dashing to make a dish
insults were thrown in as spices
bitter as they roll into the ***
oven alarms blare to make us aware of how loud we are yelling
a spoon has fallen, but so has some tears
"it's ready" has been uttered

the blur of busy has stopped
we shift to the table
the table is set,
and I'm set for the argument sure to disrupt  
silence seeps out of open mouths
chewing and calculating the next move
its dinner time after all
no one is satisfied until the dishes are done
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