Jared Pickett Poet Free verse

Hells Kitchen

Like the Appalaician mountains
that span high into the sky.
I don't want to do these dishes,
none of them are mine.

Baking sheets,
frying pans,
infinite cups and bowls.
Caked on meat,
wrinkled hands,
A clean kitchen is my goal.......


Jared Pickett
1/22/2010
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Charmaine Chircop March 8, 2010 at 7:42 AM A clean Kitchen you shall have:)..In my country we use'Mastro lindo" and "Jif":)..but first..dinner time:)lol..Charma

Izzy Gumbo February 25, 2010 at 8:36 AM I hope the meal was worth it's mountain! :)

Skat A February 23, 2010 at 6:20 PM GEE You sound like my son who ..MAKES a mountin out of nothing..Boy he hates them dishes..Enjoyed reading your poem tonight. MAKE them dishes look like fun..IRMA

Mac Mcgovern February 20, 2010 at 4:53 PM I HAVE HAD NIGHTS LIKE THIS, WAKING UP IN THE WRONG KITCHEN. Like your poem and your imagination. Well done. MAC

Brian Strand January 24, 2010 at 12:02 AM Thank you for your welcome blog comments today JP Rgds Brian

Derrick Burton January 23, 2010 at 10:03 AM Wow... this flowed so smoothly.. enjoyed the rythem of it all. Have great weekend! :)

Robert A. Dufresne January 23, 2010 at 9:03 AM Dang Jared! After I read and commented on your poem.. I got ta feelin guilty and had to go and do my dishes! Unheard of! :)-Robert

Robert A. Dufresne January 23, 2010 at 8:19 AM haha Great free verse, Jared. There were times when I was single and actually had money that I would throw them all out and start over with new ones! Now that's bad. Thanks for the reality check, my friend. soup mail in a few.

Brian Strand January 22, 2010 at 11:58 PM Thank you for your welcome blog comments today JP.Rgds Brian

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 22, 2010 at 7:11 AM SOUP MAIL... REPLY TO ...

Nicole Sharon Brown January 22, 2010 at 4:46 AM I need to clean my kitchen, awesome write my friend. I need hang this one somewhere in the kitchen! LOL!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 21, 2010 at 7:29 PM Sounds like a manly man's kitchent too... but your poem is authentic and lov luv luv your title.... feedback please... did your friends like the comments from the poets who read their work?? luv.. "Sweetie"

Raul Moreno January 21, 2010 at 6:51 PM Great work Jared, a great goal for to end the night...Raul

January 21, 2010 at 4:49 PM And those wrinkled hands probably made someone else's life a lot easier. I really like the depth in this poem. One can take a life's message away from your words. Keep on writing. Karen

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 21, 2010 at 2:50 PM You had me laughing on this one, Jared. I love your implied comparison to the Appalachian mountains and the stack of dishes!!! This is too funny! Keep the funny thoughts coming! I love a good laugh... Smiles, Dane Ann

Andrea Dietrich January 21, 2010 at 12:36 PM Hey, I like this, Jared! Yeah, I certainly can relate!!! andrea

Doris Culverhouse January 21, 2010 at 11:40 AM funny, seems I have that same delima every night. oh well-if you eat there is a price to pay.

Marty Owens January 21, 2010 at 11:34 AM Get into that kitchen and rattle them pots and pans!!!!!! Cute!!!Marty

Jan Harvey January 21, 2010 at 11:22 AM Your style stands out with charm and creativity. "Mountains and sky portend a task well- done. Thanks. Jan