by Shandy Potes-Mangra |
Categories:
loss, lost love, sad,
All those lies,
The creaking on the stairs
Glazed fixed eyes
Upon scuff marked boots
My abrupt croak,
Droned-out by sudden humming
From the refrigerator
My voice falls,
Pitched to the floor
Like suspended in time
To look upon these photos now
Hold nothing but false pretenses
A mirrored hope,
To escape for plummeting slopes
Our roots untouched lay
Fuming in collective dust
Along the many volumes
None would ever breach
Poisingly I held my chin,
Towards the cupping sun
Lapping in all it's warmth
Knowing with just two words
I'd stop the flooding dams, "No More"
by Richard Ferry |
Categories:
daughter,
Colorful drawings decorate my refrigerator door These unsigned labors of
love are by my favorite artist Why are these works of art precious to my
heart Simple,,,Hours of toil for one reason and one reason only To
please me My favorite artists is 10 years old named Angelina Her visits
are few but her drawings are many
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
memory, mother,
Mementos Gathering Dust
Small pottery animals and a bowl, a glass etching of a unicorn in a leaded frame and silver chain, drawings of cartoons. Mementos of my sons sit on shelves or hang on my walls gathering dust.
Now my grandchildren’s drawings and love letters hang on the refrigerator or my walls.
Drawings, love letters, letters from my sons when they were at war and so many more little mementos in a box gathering dust, treasures that were given from the heart.
Reminiscence on
bits and pieces life keeping
mundane treasures- trove
2/27/2015
Contest Name: GATHERING DUST
Sponsor: John lawless
by Kenneth Melvin |
Categories:
emotions,
The refrigerator breeze, air in motion, recycled E, air enables emotions, resembles diminutive crush gusts to giant sorrowful storms which scales the love of motion.
- Loverboi
by Cynthia Alvez |
Categories:
Post It
In any color,
On your heart
The refrigerator
Mirror...
Post It
As a reminder
Just in case
You forget for a minute
I love you
True.
Cynthia
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
2:45 a.m.written March 29, 2013
why not
JOTTOMH
by Tom Bell |
Categories:
funny, life, people,
"Anything i can do, you could do better!"
I'm different. I like my sushi well done.
"Sure you're right!...Who cares?"
I'm as wise as a potato chip.
Is it illegal to leave a night-light on in the day?
"If music be the food of love...I'm tone deaf."
So what? I guess my self-confidence made me inferior.
I hired an interior decorator for my refrigerator.
I spend my time figuring out how to spend my time!!
good day , Carol....
by Janis Medders Tobechi |
Categories:
memory,
hot dogs,
baked beans Saturday special
Leontyne Price sings Aida
with stereo clarity
Ma makes a box cake
Duncan Hines yellow
steamed up kitchen windows
let anybody know
life is happening
here
I twist and turn toward her
on the little green stool
each turn a question
each twist an understanding
frozen spinach too
with coca cola
it isn’t a refrigerator
it’s the icebox
soon cake aroma fills the house
chocolate icing from a can
waiting to be laid
Saturday special 3 pm
always a little rain
and cozy love within
3/15/2021
N/A Your best free verse so far this year
by Rob Cochran |
Categories:
art, rose,
One mad day
Beneath a drunk moon
I will need you
Like fluffy beauty
After a frantic love
Screaming sweet luscious music
Deliriously through a winter storm
I will recall a time
Of Lazy Vision
And dreaming of you and me
Sleep together for eternity
Thousands of rose petals
On TV
by Liberty Robbins |
Categories:
love, me, me,
There's a pull between me and you.
Magnetic motion, gravitational hold.
Something always makes me come back.
Maybe it's those arms, those strong arms,
That wrap and envelope me,
Make me warm and fearless,
All at the same time.
Maybe it's those eyes,
Puppy dog like and sincere,
Long lashes that drop and open
and see into the depths of me.
Maybe it's those hands,
The ones that have fixed so many things,
like my fragile heart and refrigerator,
but also capable to make me moan
when so many others couldn't.
Maybe it's those lips that bow,
red and tasty, soft caress.
Maybe it's your soul,
the one I've been waiting lifetimes for.
by Mike Bayles |
Categories:
dream, february, love, morning, poetry,
soft reflections
after rain
cardinals dance
the refrigerator hums
time whispers
not quite spring
I write a poem
my friend
she waits for me
my friend
I write a poem
not quite spring
time whispers
the refrigerator hums
cardinals dance
after rain
soft reflections
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, food,
marmalade in my refrigerator
marmalade in my tea
marmalade in my dreams tonight
marmalade makes me feel free
I love her orange-y flavor
her taste makes me happy all day long
I honor my friend marmalade
With this happy upbeat song
She makes me feel happy
I am smiling all the time
I love her on my toast
I love her sweet tangy tasty brime
marmalade, you make me happy!
marmalade, you give me joy!
marmalade, your name is snappy!
marmalade for every girl and boy.
by Jessica Traviss |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, love, teen, me,
you're amazing.
your hugs make me feel better.
no matter what.
your words.
are like nobody elses.
but.
you're like...
a refrigerator.
& im the magnet.
you pull me closer.
so close i cant detach myself.
i have to be forced away.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
dog, humorous,
If we did not have a refrigerator
we would have nothing in the house unchewed
But luckily we do
At first we tried putting things on the kitchen table
It was not nearly high enough for this puppy
He can reach through the kitchen pass through also
Joe vacuumed yesterday
But I had to do it again
After Buddy drug out the mouse poison trap
Click Pop Crack Click Pop Crack Crack
I was horrified when I saw what he was decimating
He seems unaffected today
He is a chewing machine
But we love him; he was dropped off at the right place
God knew where to leave this one.
by Michelle Waters |
Categories:
animal, child, dog, friendship, image, memory, trust,
There you are-
A favored photograph
Framed upon the smooth, bisque-colored door
Of our Kenmore refrigerator
Centered-
Fastened in prominence by
Blue and yellow star-shaped magnets with
"Importance" inscribed upon each corner.
You-
A glossy-coated, eight and one-half inch
By ten and one-half inch
Image,
Created by thousands of colored
Pin-point dots:
Red, blue, white, black, and green-
A brilliant projection of
Loyalty and trust,
Longing and security,
Love and faithfulness.
There you are-
a single moment in the life of a
Small, sad, sleeping boy laying on his dog.
A captured glimpse of true love.
by Michelle Waters |
Categories:
animal, boy, child, childhood, dog, love, trust,
There you are-
A favored photo
Framed upon the smooth, bisque-colored door
Of our Kenmore refrigerator.
Centered,
Fastened in prominence by
Blue and yellow star-shaped magnets
"Importance" inscribed upon each corner.
There you are-
A glossy-coated, eight and one half inch by ten and one half inch image,
Created by thousands of colored pin-dots,
Magenta, cyan, yellow, black and gray,
Forming
A brilliant projection of
Loyalty and trust,
Longing and security
A captured glimpse of contentment.
There you are-
A single moment in the life of a
Small boy and his dog.
by Jerry Brotherton |
Categories:
addiction, christian, poetry,
The refrigerator door opens,
the light illuminates the wine.
Still we just can’t seem to comprehend,
why we feel like crap all the time.
Don’t speak before our morning coffee,
just one more menthol cigarette.
Half a dozen donuts for breakfast,
and all the sugar we can get.
But we go to church every Sunday,
though we might nod off cause we’re bored.
So we can tell folks we’re Christians,
and follow the words of our Lord.
We can interpret the Bible,
make it say what we want it to.
Does it say always love your neighbor,
long as they think the same as you.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
dog,
the dogs are waiting to see my next move
they follow me from room to room
from mailbox to porch
from porch to art studio
I am their pied piper
they have a daddy, and they love him
but unless he is beside the refrigerator, they are mine
my own pack; my protectors, my babies
If daddy has the refrigerator open, they leave me temporarily
because they know they can get baloney, chicken and hot dogs
all they have to do is turn on their begging eyes.
He is easy, like me