Spring Cleaning

What do you find? What do you hope to find? How do you feel before/after? What memories does it invoke? Who helps you? Is it a bonding experience? Who doesn't help? Etc. Anything you can think of goes.

Spring Cleaning Your Body Right

I enter your wonder land
I want you to understand
I intend on doing malice to Alice
put a saddle on her suture, and bare back her to the future
I'm cleaning out all her holes, front to back
I'm laying down the law, fixing all flaws, that's a fact
I take off your clothes and wash them for you
you naked and shivering, but I don't adore you
I want to cleanse your mind as well as your body
then I wash your hair because the party is starting
spring cleaning your closet naked and erotic
wiping your moist body down, down to the pockets
you smiling for now but wait in a while you be frowning
in my motherly ways your disobedience is drowning
I set you out in the sun so you can dry naturally
your voluptuous body calling me names passionately
making me faint from the insurrection of perfection
I bend you over and end your longing with my connection
you yearn for another round of spring cleaning injection,
I pounded the dirty dirt out your body like beating a rug
I'm the master of spring cleaning, I'm beating your kitty up
fresh

Hope this will do, Allison. It's not exactly Spring-cleaning, more Re-decorating, but I think the effect is about the same.

Archaeology

Preparing for the living-room's latest face-lift,
I pulled the old shelves from the wall.
For twenty years, they and their rows of dusty books
Had helped to form the image of the room.
Now that they've gone,
I see the strips of long-forgotten paint that they concealed.
Aubergine! A fashionable colour of the time;
A time of marriage, crawling infants, tensions -
Different lives lived by other selves.

In the ancient, untouched dust
Lay artefacts and relics:
Tarnished coins, a scrap of dried-up leaf,
Memories of meals and drinks,
And friends no longer friends,
The wounding thrusts that cannot be unsaid,
The sullen silences
That cannot now be broken,
The shards of what was once a married life.

It is a sad and sobering thing
To come, all unprepared, upon the past.
So now I am impatient
To make a start with roller and fresh paint,
That covers all beneath it with one coat.

Some emotional spring cleaning:


May-Day

I stitch up the holes in everything, that winter
destroyed,
and sometimes, fill them in with paint,
trying to keep it all from falling apart, but under
the rugs, lies the secret dirt
that accumulates and no one knows why,
or just didn’t see it happening.

Too many winters have worn
upon us, shaving us down to what we are now;
how can you be gay, only part of the time,
the times when our pristine home isn’t there
as the image-maker for the public eye?

There’s so much dirt.

I clean and clean, and still find traces of the previous owners
twenty years later.  A petrified Oreo,
deep within the baseboard heater,
their dents in the doorjambs, making craters in
our stain.  What remnants will we leave behind
for those after us—

Some whispers hung heavy in the air
that can only be heard on the wind?

“Ssssshhhh………don’t tell……
Mayday! Mayday!”

It’s nearly May.
I throw open the windows and doors to replace
the suffocation with the twittering of doves and house finches,
dancing in the seeds at their feeders.  I step through
the screens and go out to touch them,
stretching my arms in freedom
while the dust blows away.

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Spring Cleaning

Totally encapsulating hazmat suit.  X
Hazmat Level A Boots.  X
Self-contained breathing apparatus.  X
Personal locator beacon.  X  
Three way wireless communication device.  X  
Multiple Biohazard OdaLog Sampling Tester.  X
Sulfur and Cyanide detector.  X  
Fumigation fogger gun.  X
Biohazard containment drum.  X
Emergency Decontamination Shower.  X
Good Luck Charm; a photo of my DU sweetheart
placed in a pocket over my heart.  X

“What?”
“I live in a man cave.  What did you expect from a bachelor called snugglebuck?”
“Wait!”  
“There’s an unidentified life form living under the fridge.  It’s moving, and coming straight towards me.  Someone call Home Land Security!”

^^Lol--Snug; save those infrared night vision goggles and the gas mask when you're done cleaning-- they'll come in handy if you go shopping at Hollister ... :D

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open the door
and let the fresh air in
it's May and time for
a spring cleaning.
so get off your ass
and man a broom
sweep the floors
and clean your room.
wipe the walls but
don't stop there
clean the ceiling
and under the chair.
wash the windows
make them clear
scrub the toothpaste
from the bathroom mirror.
wax the floor
shine the sink
and when this day ends
you'll need a drink!

Ramblings of cleaning in spring


Spring cleaning, cleaning in spring
once the spring is sprung no sprung to spring
I found nothing in a box of something
humdinger, soul cleaner
found something toxic and risky
I think I actually just found a bottle of whisky.

FULL FLOWER MOON

She sweeps away, the dust
of old times, her broom moves
gently through the morninglight

She nurtures the first flowerbeds
Caressing each tiny stem with fingertips
that have woken the rustle of time

She gathers the stolen moments
in which all newness sleeps
Her old tears ,she weeps
Not anymore

The spiders in the webs
Dance with the droplets of dew
Birds gather their twigs
They sing of humble things

This spring, she dances
A balerina twirling around
on an ancient music box
This spring , she sings

The dance of the butteflies
Fills the open sky
To the life light
They fly

Over the fields of scorn
Laughter radiates from within
In this moment, she is born
The old suffering falls from her skin

She was waiting for her second wing
She became
The angel of spring

Spring cleaning evokes just one memory
one that involved some pot smoking and little old me
One Saturday morning with the sun shining in my face
I decided to tidy up the place

It started on the couch with me looking out the window
while out of my mouth a lot of pot smoke did blow
After about an hour of looking around the room
I decided to sweep the kitchen, I went to the pantry and got a broom

On the way back, I started doing dishes, and I thought about eating
and I tore open the cupboards started a red velvet cake to beating
I put it in the oven and went into the party room
where the night before, a hell of a rage tore through, the stereo turned down low from a previous boom

I gathered up the ashtrays and cans where they lay
and sat back on the couch on the way
My buzz was superb, but I needed a break
so I lit up another doobie and the smoke I did partake

Back to the kitchen to eat some cake
And finish the dishes I started, for goodness sake
Then I remembered the party room and rushed back in there
to organize the records in their sleeves, which is rare

I ran to the kitchen to find the furniture polish can
and I felt hot so I turned on a fan
The sun was warming the house, as I looked outside
I got so paranoid, that I closed the curtains in order to hide

Back to spring cleaning, the kitchen cupboards still open
I looked at the blankets on the couch, which weren't washed often
and decided to go in the cellar to put them in a load
I remembered there was some clean clothes, which I started to fold

Upstairs once more, all of the lights were on
I managed to get to the party room and was sad that all of my friends were gone
With my furniture polish on the floor and my records organized
I decided to spark up another fatty just to normalize my previous highs

Now I was fully stoked and was running from room to room
Dishes half done, I never did finish with the broom
The ashtrays were dumped and the empty cans were in bags
I decided it was about time to wash the floors and got some rags

I filled a bucket and realized that spring cleaning, 1970s style, was in full effect
I looked around the house to see what was left
The place was a shambles, torn apart from one end to the other
So I sat down to take stock of the situation and of course smoke another

The vacuum was pulled from the closet which I had just rearranged
and the cat box was dumped, cleaned, and the litter changed
By now, three rooms were fully involved and a mess
How long it would take to complete was anyone's guess

Back in the party room, I vacuumed the floor and rugs
and wiped the windows free of pesky ladybugs
While I was getting the Windex, I ate another piece of cake
and returned to survey the damage I continued to make

I pulled out Pink Floyd, The Wall
and sat in a wicker chair, in the corner, so I wouldn't fall
A bucket was on the floor, and the washer beeped and was done
Oh what a day, 1970s style spring cleaning was loads of fun

Thanks for runner up, congrats to everyone and great idea for a comp!

snugglebuck said:

Spring Cleaning

Totally encapsulating hazmat suit.  X
Hazmat Level A Boots.  X
Self-contained breathing apparatus.  X
Personal locator beacon.  X  
Three way wireless communication device.  X  
Multiple Biohazard OdaLog Sampling Tester.  X
Sulfur and Cyanide detector.  X  
Fumigation fogger gun.  X
Biohazard containment drum.  X
Emergency Decontamination Shower.  X
Good Luck Charm; a photo of my DU sweetheart
placed in a pocket over my heart.  X

“What?”
“I live in a man cave.  What did you expect from a bachelor called snugglebuck?”
“Wait!”  
“There’s an unidentified life form living under the fridge.  It’s moving, and coming straight towards me.  Someone call Home Land Security!”

I think you took it a little to far.

My bedbugs might disagree.

Fun comp. Allison.  Loved reading all the entries. Congrats to CJ, Madam and Hard.

When everyone's done helping Allison clean out her rabbit hole, you can all come over here and give me a hand decontaminating my boar's nest.