Best Boiling Poems
anguish overflows
pouring thoughts
into a legitimacy
I had been told
best left not to unsettle
what has been imposed
but that corrosive tolerance
will slow drip life if left seeded
a door that had guarded
a frail lock
began to creak open
I ran fingers of my mother
through my thick natural hair
defiant to be reckoned with
strong-willed wild free
and knowing its privileged place in history
an ironic impression
I am reminded in haste
that there are those
that are offended
by the coils of my tree
why is it again
that I am not allowed
to just exist and be free?
that toil was at cost
ripped from sacred ground
dumped onto a seized land
an orphan
bowing over backwards
tears on cheeks ever turning
left unbalanced muzzled
bound and burning
the deception manicured
for generations to come
diligently working
to despise and degrade
introducing fear of God
in attempt to contain
now, combustion igniting
into a raging fire
abandoned justice
is being freed
from her chains
the regret should come
as the present teacher
not
as the dead reminder
Our naughty crafts in sex workshop
are all placed under a constant rewind.
Your accurate curves and warm planes
covered in moisture like a soul’s Vaseline
is an awesome park for the leisure of my lust.
Hormones from both ends,
acting like the descendants of the same goddess
grind the coal to heat up sweet but deadly flames.
Anytime absent, you drastically take away
the wagons of my manhood.
Each day when far away,
your heart leaves a text message
for my eager mind to print and bind.
Each time I open my mouth,
I feel the sweetness of your flavoured saliva,
and my thighs when lying together
measure the degrees of your flesh’s heat.
Each morning, our torsos are on a one on one meeting
within locked hips for a proper discussion,
soft, slow, tender, wet, round, warm-all sensual adjectives
to scenes of tropical temperatures so mild and kind.
Our sweats mix to start chemistry’s experiment
in twos, desires battle fiercely
like opposite royal landlords of the battle field;
dancing tongues, greasing bellies, clamping hands;
breath sharing, fidgeting limbs and flexible pelvises
all combine to make summer and spring wonderful sisters.
Just a little serenity I’ve been searching
but a large green field of little palms I find.
Every damsel has her glow,
but you ripen so sharp to beat the coat of many colours
so that my appetite stay blind
to the city’s rainbows and the town’s street lights.
Everlasting is such a nature’s blessing
b’cos the warehouse of our passion is never in a full stock.
A century of degrees
causes dancing at the surface
and an escape, via another state.
Boiling Water
I have to boil some water
But I’m not sure just how
My wife does all the cooking
But she is not home now
I start out with the water
Should it be cold or hot
I checked in an old cookbook
Directions? There were not
I know I have a gas stove
Do I turn the flame up higher
Or will it boil with low flames
As long as there is fire
I see some bubbles forming
Could it be boiling yet
What does it mean by “rolling”
How much hotter must it get
The bubbles pop and splatter
I guess it’s boiling looking
The only thing the matter
I forgot what I was cooking
Boiling hatred
unable to remember
What matters the most
Boring Pot of Boiling Water
by James Thomas Horn
(Bolivian, NC, USA)
Boring Pot of Boiling Water
What would be the most boring thing to write a poem about? How about a boring pot of boiling water?
For breakfast, what would be neat to eat?
How about oatmeal or maybe cream of wheat?
For a long time don't have to try and toil
Just bring a bunch of water to a bubbly boil.
Mix all your appropriate ingredients in
Then start to stir up again and again
But if out of pot all water was to bubble
That is when you know you are in trouble.
To a boil water recently, barely had come
Being good old me who has never been dumb
Desiring to get my certain sugar high fix
All together in pot now would merrily mix.
Ended up being a delight which was dreamy
All of it seemed so smooth and very creamy
Handle was hot and soon hands became sore;
Dropped pot and ended up all over the floor.
Hunger for peace is still present and must be fed
So had a big bowl of Increase Peace instead
And that I had to do was pour cool milk on
Eat it at the table until war was all gone.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Soldier
My entry for Create Peace by Writing
Poetry Contest
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EXPERIMENT WITH BOILING WATER
Let your dubious interest in science not diminish;
Just watch the water-boil process from start to finish.
Gas flame is lit and well-adjusted:
As a scientist you're hot as mustard.
See the condensation on glass above water level ?
Soon you’ll have covered base of glass kettle
With the small bubbles of trapped steam you distended.
They became lines of moving bubbles and ascended
Like watery snakes looking for their surface goal
And hissing as they failed to find it in shoals.
Now they’ll rise ever more frequently, ever faster -
The rate is chosen by the experiment master.
The slight hisses become rumbles
Kettle rattle loudens as your gas flame tumbles.
Space above water level fills with steam -
The boiling makes scientist-eyes gleam.
A whistle treble starts to tremble
Then, gaining courage, it will soon resemble
The olden-days police summons pitch
Of ultra-high G or A-sharp, very rich.
I should stop now before I have trouble with the law
Of physics – for the water boiled away as we saw:
And the kettle dried out.
The experiment was over, we had left no doubt.
The kettle,
Sits and waits
Liquid state, a click, it's on
AWAKE
Like a dormant volcano ready to erupt, it's ALIVE
Turmoil is brewing.
The countdown has started
Panic-stricken I clear off the counter as it pulsates like the heart of a daredevil and maybe the kettle will ehhhh DETONATE
Oh I frantically search for the manual like a flesh eating cannibal,
Tick tock tick tock sounds the clock,
My head now a scene of mad confusion, as if my mind is a field and fans are ascending
Pure bedlam
Now in my limbs, I crouch find a half empty bottle of pimms
Cowar for cover
"Is it yet boiling point?" I ask myself
The fury of the kettle growing stronger and stronger like gods unleashing rage on an offending mortal
I cover my ears I'm drawn to tears
The sound of a steam of sneaky, slippery snakes echoes all around
My feet now on the ground thank god I'm alive
I need to revive my drooping spirit, I reach for the cup and Barry's Tea, the last two minutes of turmoil I need to clear it
I sip the tea it feels good inside me
Upon reaching boiling point it's the cure I'm sure you'll agree
I got my pot boiling.
Words are in my head just storming.
Throwing my nouns in to begain a subject.
Then my verbs to describe of it.
Adjectives gives me my flavor.
Short storys that come out is in my favorite.
I think you should know the reason
I think you should know the reason
Why all the time oceans roar
Monsters of greed eat them up inside
From wounds they are in terrible pain
Why storms rise and clouds turn red
And terribly harm the earth
I think you should know the cause
When lies are told more and truth less
And when lust is seen boiling
Then what is left except to shake
In anger or in disgust and the word
Is fatally harmed by an earthquake.
Hot, Boiling Water.
Those who sip a cup of joe
What I say they surely know
That Man moves on Steam
Like that of warming cream.
Steam moves locomotives
Not least man’s motives;
Follow a hot cup of tea
And, you’ll reach the Sea!
We all move on hot steam
It’s also Industry’s dream:
When Boiler’s steam is hot
Trade’s vein doesn’t clot.
If you look at man in winter
Breath, as water on a cinder
Steam you'll see as his life
In frigid climes full of strife-
There’s a Boiler in the body
So warm when we’re soggy-
To run out of HOT Steam
Ends man’s eternal dream!
09th Oct’ 2013
By Kevin Robey
July 15, 2014
My skin's so tight, I cannot breathe
The mirror deceives the voices in me
Screaming pleas for the masses to find
The desperate release inside of my mind
Grinding my teeth, smooth and flat in my sleep
The things that I do for the secrets I keep
Distracting my soul with fake angels and wings
Forgetting my dreams are hung by a string
Crashing down with each emergency
Dying each time I face that raging sea
The buried parts of me and the pain that they make
My fate to regret every piece of debris in my wake
I scream in distress for every kiss I never took
The words I didn't say, never passed with a look
A voice I never knew was really mine all along
But If I had slowed down, it would have felt wrong
Such a great price that I paid for the bed I have made
But I won't lose any sleep in the grips of a blade
So stay every day; I'll sleep when I'm dead
Hope you beauty in the blood I have shed
The time that I spent in the depths of my lies
I'll never get back from that oppressive disguise
"Just be yourself" is what they will say
Until they reveal their Disgust and dismay
Little kids stare in confusion and awe
Mothers alarmed like I'm breaking the law
My hair is too short, my shoulders too wide
For cosmetic aisles and I to coincide
Too angry these days when time wastes away
I've given too much to keep her at bay
Unshackled and free, they'll call it disease
Like it or not, I'll introduce you to me
Oh, something strange is boiling in my soul
And sweetest dreams are not enough for evening,
The Idol draws me block she makes me fall,
She draws the sighs in bed in our being.
The end of summer made me older, yeah,
But I don’t know where will I go tomorrow?
So many thoughts, I wanted you. My stare
lifts all this world on shoulders of my sorrow.
For what this prize I do not know today,
Let for the ages I do not judge my motions,
So, crucify my body I won’t pray,
My way is hard through thorn and my emotions.
And sweetest dreams are whispering so quiet,
That Paradise is waiting me in future,
But angels will deform my soul in fight
with evil having their endless duty.
Water’s not the only thing that dances when you burn
Take the time to realize the things you’ve done to earn it
To earn the pokes the prods the pricks your heart all beaten black
Because when you’re smacked away my friend you come crawling right back
So when I say you dance but in the face of all your pain
Know I don’t mean sweetly, I mean all in vain
For when your heart is broken and your heartstrings are all snapping
He keeps your strings taught puppet dancer. Listen. No ones clapping
You don't need to swear and cuss
Making such a big loud fuss
Calm down, take a breath
You are scaring me to death
I know your angers coming through
Because of what he did to you
You are mad and really shaking
Your anger is hotly baking
Into a burning black pit
From this disturbing violent fit
There's smoke coming from your head
There is not a single shred
Of peace or calmness down inside
All your nerves are badly fried
Stewing in a pot of hatred
Too far gone to even shake this
Your bloods like a pot of water
Boiling till its even hotter
Than the suns rays shining down
There's a madness all around
Circling you in a heat
Until you are too far beat
To repair the damage of
A sleazy cheating awful love