"unclog" poems
The journey seems to be bumpy, sometimes a dusky road,
Carrying the burdens, weighing our sins like a miserable toad,
Some pursue their passion, some pursue their degree,
Whatever the reason maybe,
Unclog your way, cruise over the hardships and set yourself free.
You'll be miffed by the mistakes you did,
Selling out wet pillows you'll weep and sow a depression seed,
And there will arrive times,
When they will doubt you, and you will doubt yourself,
But don't.. Don't ever doubt your devotion,
Grab the momentum and roll in the motion,
Though, squeamishness will thrive,
Remember the dream and thank him because you are alive,
Value every second, trade your life for it,
Open up your feathers, escape the pit,
Death invites everybody, someday you'll be gone,
Even the sun will set forever, there won't be any dawn,
Something belongs to you, its your throne,
With the choices you made, go fly,
Fly till the horizon.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
Strange question indeed,
So I asked one and all;
Explain to me:
“What's a plumber's ball?”
Family and friends
Heeded my call,
But none could confine,
Refine or define it,
Yet Paul was sure
He could design it.
Still, none could satisfy
My caterwaul:
“What the hell is a plumber's ball?”
Does it sweat the pipe
Or wiggle the snake:
Can it clamp the ******
For Heaven's sake?
Could it snap on the cock-hole cover?
All these queries
Made me wonder.
Has it something to do
With hardness leakage,
Or ******** the ball-cock
To stop a seepage?
Has it anything to do
With a saddle valve dripping,
Electric eels,
Or two pipes mating?
And, I heard of male and female fittings,
And should I worry
If I'm standing or sitting?
If you're discharging the head
Or elongating the pipe,
Does the plumber's ball
Help it snug tight?
Is it in my tank,
Or in my bowl,
Beneath the floor
Near the drainage hole?
Is the plumber's ball
In the back of the truck
(Jeff laughed and said
One could rub it for luck).
I asked Michel
If he could tell,
He sensed it was something
He could smell.
I sought out Ray,
Perhaps he'd know,
But he was on call
To restrain a back-flow.
I couldn't ask Gary
For his wisdom and sense,
He was wigglin' the snake
To unclog a wet vent.
Henry, Rick, Scotty and Brian,
Gave shameless answers
I couldn't rely on.
It's not a crapper, tail piece
Or Johnnie-bolt,
Or catch basin, reamer,
O-ring or pipe dope.
So I searched the Net
With a fool's wonder,
And read of ball-checks,
Gas ***** and plungers.
I know it's too late
To ask Rolly or Ross,
For both of them knew,
And that's our loss.
And Ernie's gone golfing
So I can't ask the Boss.
With final resolve
I fell to my knees,
To pray St. Ferrer
With grace intercede.
His silence left me
In a state of depression;
Had Ferrer washed his hands
Of the plumbing profession?
So nothing could settle
My wherewithal,
I still didn't know,
What's a plumber's ball?
Suddenly, it hit me,
He's never wrong,
The Dalai Lama of dip-tubes,
I'll ask John.
Where others did falter,
John's a rock:
He knows the difference
Between a gas and ball ****
With a knowing smile
He embraced our Hall:
Here, good friend, is your Plumbers' Ball.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
Lacrimal ducts clogged.
I am Broken
in the most fundamental way.
Catharsis ineffective, Insufficient.
Insufficient.
Perfect word
to describe everything.
If only there were a handyman
to unclog
my lacrimal ducts
my soul
my cranium
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
The room paused
Inhaling before a sneeze
Undo the manipulation
The world has little use for another
Inattentive
Bias
Ill-informed
Over opinionated
Individual
Watch well after they remove your plank
For a sight to behold is on the horizon
Unclog ears waxed over with idleness
Wash any obstacle so it may shine
Stand
High
Speak
Slowly
Deliberately choose
Know when enough has been reached
Losses will be totaled when the world has no comment
Tongues held out of respect and not practice.
Science will paint a peaceful picture of another collective that refused to coexist
Somebody knows
Somebody always knows
It’s a matter of asking the right questions
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 3:07 AM UTC
The bass makes me weak.
All I knew
was that I wanted to know
e v e r y t h i n g
about you.
Caress the inner corners of your mind, with mine.
Hold your hand
as if to learn
something new
about myself.
Second period— I only knew what I had heard—
you smiled, eyes twinkled, brown met blue.
Never had I been so grateful for assigned seating.
You never
would have chosen
me.
Our whispers became muddled by “shhs”
as others tried to hear the teacher
over our l a u g h t e r
this was my favorite part of us.
But here I am
in over my head,
out of my league.
I can’t remember ever not wanting
you.
But there you are,
sharing your heart with her.
I thought that year would never end.
I never left your side.
We talked every night.
I hope you don’t mind,
I
f
e
l
l
for you.
I’m sorry I’m so inconvenient.
I tried to be what you needed.
You only wanted a close friend.
They say,
that a girl and a guy cannot stay friends because one will eventually fall for the other.
“Eventually” came quick with you.
The bass makes me weak.
You were the
f
i
r
s
to break down
the walls
I cowered behind.
unclog the arteries
of my
w i l l
and
beg me into
e
i
n
g
You tricked me into believing I was worth knowing.
We fit like two words in a crossword puzzle—
not obvious at first but it makes sense in the end.
You know me better than I know myself.
I have dreams
that play
hopscotch
on the corners of my mouth,
when they see you
they float.
when you smile
they fly kites.
The bass makes me weak.
I almost lost you, twice.
Due to
tripped up tongues,
too much waiting,
& “friends.”
You can’t use that you never knew as an excuse.
The bass makes me weak.
You never even gave me a chance.
The bass makes me weak.
You
make
me.
the distance between you and I was
the distance of our proximity to
our emotions—
I was too close.
You fall for girls who don’t want you
I’ve convinced myself that’s why you haven’t fallen for me.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
we are prompted
in these hours
to find awareness..
awaken in the
dreams we live..
to recognize a
matrix disguise..
the matrix masks
hides our Reality
misleads our senses..
one simple form
of sacred geometry
gifts a key for
sought transform..
a torus in motion
may unclog
life's flowing stream..
the torus connects
light and shadow..
its motion cleanses
exposing new light..
the torus introduces
new energy sources
with-in and with-out
reaching intractable
hunger and pain..
torus is ancient
lost now remembered..
much yet to know
but a Torus may be
creeping into
our morning
meditations...
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
Dive in my friend!
A wave caresses each valley on your skin,
Filling up your holes with foggy recollections,
A time long forgotten in the weathered banks of your memory.
The illusion of past has deposited sand within your eyes.
At the bottom of the ocean you might remain
Unclog those fallacious fables that have kept
Your arms glued to your sides.
Wipe the sand away!
Like a new breathe each moment..
The past is non-existent,
But merely miles of ink dragged over a circle on crumbling white paper.
Dive in my friend!
To the black hole of scribbled words,
The waterfall of your mind’s momentum
Refilling the barren wasteland with floods of color,
Through expression sings the transparent song of the soul,
In a single note,
In a single moment,
Everlasting ecstasy.
The infinite exist without a need for mouths to speak.
The eternal exist without a need for ears to hear.
For the truth wills itself a way to rest like precious stones
In the deep rivers of our bloodstream,
Just waiting to be stirred and awakened by the passion of love.
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 10:13 AM UTC
i fill these voids inside of me with the things i don't need, the things that i perceive as happiness.
all people have their voids and all people have their fillers.
some have clothes and shoes and jewelry.
some have money and fame and colleagues.
some have *** drugs and rock and roll.
but when it comes down to it their is still that void, it's just filled to the brim with stocking stuffers.
so once you unclog the drain and all of the things come pouring out, your just a 10 pound brain piloting a slab of meat with a hole inside of you.
the hole that has been scratched out by people and misfortune and lies and deceit.
but you still have your brain... and your slab of meat, which is more than some could say they have.
so you have to move on to the next location with your void... to try and fill it.
but the thing is your still walking around with the problem.
you think that if you move and make new acquaintances the void will be filled and the past will be corked and thrown into the ocean like a bottle floating waiting to be found.
but you can't throw your bottle into the ocean because it's the only bottle you have.
it's the only life you have.
you have to find a way to not avoid the problem or try to get rid of it.
but to put the past in the past and live in your present and continue on with your future.
that's why they call it a present.. because it's a gift to even have one.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
Continue to process the words in your head, extracting these whispers which simply linger and listen to each of those gifts delivered.
Pick up on the frequencies which ring in sync, with a tone clear to hear that's felt from within, risen up from our chest to the head as it spreads.
Draw in a line between each speckled dot, removing the fog to make sense of our self, helping unclog built up tears often hidden. When we try to grasp traits from silent ideas, varied trickle effects help let go of the fear.
Prioritised tasks edge out further unclasped, where the forward thinking sinks in amongst us.
Contemplative thought of feelings less said, as helpful hints given are informed well ahead.
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 8:19 PM UTC
She loved how he traced her freckles,
Connecting those tiny blemishes with his fingers
Patching her pieces little by little, her precious tinker
And he loved how she never knew,
How he memorized them and traced Andromedae like a tatoo
Picking her chains, hoping to unclog her soon.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 6:53 AM UTC
Don't feel wrong
When things go right;
Like running out of gas
With a station in sight;
Or you're wearing
A few pounds,
But you're still feeling light.
Too many sins
Have filled our heads,
Those of omission
Or some thoughts instead.
Strip off the guilt,
Bury the shame,
It's good to feel right,
No one's to blame
For you feeling so good.
Unclog the drain,
Open your pores,
The weather will change
Whether you're in or outdoors.
Seize this feeling
Of feeling so good;
It's good to feel right,
When you feel it your sure.
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
Enunciate your words
We cannot hear your muttering
What was that? There
There seems to be something wrong with my mouth
What was that? There
Seems to be something astray
I think it was a cat.
A frigid black cat.
I think it was a cat
there.
These shadows shade
the temporal rifts
of mind
these temperamental taps
of mine
D-d-d-do y-y-y-ou want to adopt a kitten?
D-d-d-do you want my kitten?
I have a litter
Spew the garbage from the pipes
scrub the grime off the machinery
unclog the arteries
keep it pumping
keep it pumping
everyone loves a good ****
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 6:25 AM UTC
I've got a bad case of brain fog
Maybe you should call it brain smog
Because I've got all sorts of bad thoughts
Diluting my air
And spilling into the words that I speak to you
Oh god, please hear me
You should fear me
Because soon you'll be coughing up your lungs
Don't come near me
I'll be climbing up your atmosphere
Burning up the hearts of your daughter's
Corrupting the thoughts of the
Poofy goofy white clouds of childhood
I've got brain smog
Don't let me hurt you
Quick clean up your mistake
Before mother sees the blood upon the bathroom floor
Hurry she's knocking on the door
She already knows you're a ***** *****
I've got brain smog
Look at you, you pathetic dog
You don't know how to unclog
The nasty case of brain smog
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
There is tropical warmth
Inside my heart, that
Only an Island girl can understand
Why we eat the mango, the way in which we do it:
Making that small hole at the top, as the sweet juice
Sipped into our mouth, Like fresh breast milk
Mangoes help you unclog your pores
and add freshness to the face.
The internet is changing the way in which we think
Too much **** information, on things
That we already know from long ago:
Knife and fork to eat my mango;
Yeah right!!! Leave my island mango alone
Tourist westerner man!
Not once did I mention
the relationship between the island girl, the warmth
or the joy we gets from eating a mango…
but I will let you in on a little secret
it's the Organic ******* with the timing...
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
1 – Buy blood oranges - big round ones - for V's birthday cake
2 – Write a scathing review on life's brilliant portrayal of Quarter-Life crisis.
3 – Unclog the kitchen sink. Pull out remnants of your hair from the bathroom drain. Wash away your scent from the pillowcases. Free our skeletons from the sheets.
4 – Keep this beaten box littered with keepsakes of your tired smile.
5 – Clean the foyer. Take out the trash.
6 – Pick up your fallen lashes from between the crevices of the sofa - these remnants of your belonging was once mundane. Now, they are ghosts haunting my sleep.
7 – Write a eulogy for the forgotten love, laid to rest upon spitting embers.
8 – Make tomorrow's list.
9 – Forget your naked, thieving smile. Forget your proud smirk when you can't admit defeat. Forget your fingerprints etched on glass walls caging my treacherous chord.
10 – Admit it is time to forget.
11 – Feed the dog. Empty the kitty litter.
12 – Try 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, and 10 again. Maybe, tomorrow. Empty this list of you.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
Tip the scales
pour it out
let the stale, cold tea
unclog the spout
chop the onion
grate the mouldy cheese
dip the bird in sauce
cover its knees
soak the bread
spread with jam
chop the tinned pork
and fry the spam
scrape the dish clean
smeard with custard
better on bananas
then red hot mustard.
fetch the fish
from the crowded tank
fry it, boil it, bake it
now its hair's gone lank
quick hide the fat from the duck
its oozing and spilling out
shove the teabags into the ***
before they gush out the spout.
which do you prefer?
pudding or pie?
how would you like it?
wet or completely dry!
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
How momma raised her girls
Buck up girl
Make peace with your sister
Ain't no man
Gonna to take care of you
All you got is each other
Chin up girl
If he playing
You know to learn
What he does
And beat him at his own game
Never settle for
Anything less
Than what a man
Can get
If he can do it
You can do it
Baby girl
Never let anyone tell you
What you should do
As a woman
Unclog your own **** sink
Change your own **** tyre
Pay your own **** bills
And buy your own **** rings
Want a nice dress
Go work
Want those shoes
Walk the miles
That earn them
And I have.
Sure I didn't always
Stand on my own feet
But I got my sisters and my girls
coz all we got is each other
And sure as hell
Us girls never
Tore each other down
But build each other up
Never competing for a man
If he can't choose
On his own
That's how we kept the peace
That's how we grew strong
And there's love in the ghetto
And some girls
With a back bone
And their game face on.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
Quality
Describes a high level product, service or commodity
Despite the fact that some may be seen as an oddity
Unconventional ways of living upsets the authority
Perfect my craft then pump out content, that's my priority
Research
Before you take in every word that's said at church
Double check the message so you're not likely to lurch
Flying from a canopy, the bird lands on a perch
Branches don't fall far from trees, especially around a birch
Souvenir
Take home this car as a gift, it doesn't have a steer
You'll have to make a short trip to see the engineer
Unclog the engine and kick start your new career
Reinvest in new markets, become a pioneer
Telephone
Ring around the roses, the petals are falling on their own
Flowers rising when watered with wisdom and being alone
Instruments designed to distract us from getting in the zone
Meditate in silence and your inner calling will be known
Undercover
Work is hard, you can't wait to jump in bed beside your lover
Jump in all directions and next thing you know, she's a mother
Daughter born but she's feeling lonely so you need another
Trampoline tricks turns to treating the daughter with a brother
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 2:52 PM UTC
gluteus maximus left and right half moon cheek
re: byte size buttock attached via usb
(uniform firm behind) to this freak
with bowel movement
incontinence + gas filled gut evoking contortionist
frown stretching to lowest peak
perched upon porcelain goddess
where elimination did jut held captive hostage
atop toilet seat for many a week
exertion to expel rock solid **** required utmost effort
to force jammed bowel movement free
inducing excruciating abdominal cramps really hurt
plus sharp jabbing spasms within high knee
innards rent asunder
obstruction as canon gun size ***** did spurt
lodged ***** matter refusing to budge from me
caused by severe constipation
whereby prayer a waste delivered only increased
sphincter muscle to scream
for ****** relief this mortal man faced
a worse fate than death, he would deem
since demise would allow alimentary misery to cease
versus remaining in this impasse for what might be years
unless perchance **** lubricant or special grease
would bust loose abominable
constriction in arrears finding me unable
to pay rent or renew lease
best prospect of remaining stationary
with words to wax
poetic found a glimmer of luck
when a kind wildebeest
delivered this message via fax
to help this male in dire per situation getting
pam purred **** unstuck with outsize mug of exlax
to help unclog ****** muck
access to get expunged to the max
but once expulsion occurs
DO DO PLEASE DUCK!
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC