Best Cast Iron Poems
I imagine when you first see it…all you see an old cast-iron pan…you don’t see where it’s been…you only notice the outside…not the history within.
But every time we use it…we handle it affectionately…because when we pick up this old cast-iron pan…that…is exactly what we see.
Some of this pan’s history we know…the rest we must infer…it was Debrah’s grandmother’s…passed down to her mother…then passed on down to her.
Now take another look at it…imagine, if you can, three generations of meals…cooked inside this pan.
Think of all the breakfasts, lunches and dinners served up lovingly…think of what this old cast-iron pan has meant to our family.
I wonder if that’s what makes anything cooked in this pan taste so good…as we think about how long ago it was cast…as the flavors we are tasting today blend with all those flavors from the past.
I suppose that’s why we get a little sentimental…why we use this pan so reverentially…knowing its age and history is what makes it special…knowing it’s a lot like Deborah and me.
And hoping how the three of us…Deborah, me and this old cast-iron pan…with a little bit of care and a lot of love…will keep cooking as long as we can.
We only hope there is at least one item in your house filled with memories…filled with its own history…an item like our old cast-iron pan…that’s part of your family.
Cast Iron
the unfamiliar sound rolls on and on
a sack of words
vultured to bloody shreds
food for the entropic mist
cold then quick smooth and sharp
a rehearsal for the descent
into my forgotten future
I can't say when but then
it wasn't what I said you heard
tripped up by this magnetic hoax
let me start again
in a room somewhere two chairs
yawn together water churns across the floor
no one hears me breathing
darkness drills the corners
someone's hand slides on the wall
where is that yellow thing
that propped the door
I hear a child banging the prison plate
situation like this leads to more and more
ionic angels squeeze the water out
not rain really
sweat whose bitter crystals bend the horizon up
my mother's voice comes scratching
along the orphan highway red
the tree hugged distance
slides on against the swept up street
left alone the tortured corners truncate
to reveal a hidden circle
another wishful drop in canyon's shallow curtain
reluctant dawn unwraps the scattered night
my home among the shells
You drove me a little wild.
So sexy
So mysterious
So I poured my lust on you
Just to see if you could handle me
I watched it seep into your pours
I saw it stain your skin
Like a rusty rosé
I licked it off your neck.
You drove me a little wild
So smart
So strong
So I laid my cast iron crush on you
Just to see if you could handle me
I watched you squirm in reluctant acceptance
I saw it reshape your face
Like etching a poem on your bones
I took over your mind
You drive me a little wild
So patient
So wise
So I bared my soul to you
Just to see if you could handle me…
This story is one of great rapport
About a boy and a pasty long told evermore
And an auntie who really couldn’t cook
Who made a pasty right out of a cook book
But alas the recipe wasn’t all it seemed
As it was shared around as the China gleamed
It didn’t take long for their bowels to work
As toilet bowls were painted by the family screaming, “It hurts”
The days lengthen whilst the suffering went on
From their tops and bottoms in a sickly song
But not for one of the favoured sons
With no stomach ache occurring his laughter so long
Winning the title of “Cast iron Guts” with digestion so strong
And the legend still lives as it remains in folk lore forever along.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Cresento Canta
Applique and Vellium
Whoo :dew, dah :dew-ah :dew wee:------Ooh!
Do you: Ah-wee ooh we? I do!
You know where I'm going with this
Do you: Baby do You? She say Baby I do!
Seems care free and happy
Dew ghoo say ah ooh wee-wee
Everlasting to everlasting that's you and me
A certain Cadence and certain kinda respect
aint what you thought it would be
people try to make you put it into words
Zoop doop borden pizz Baby that's what I heard
How it use to be and how you wish it was
there be times when I won't be in the mood to rang-dang doo
Where you gonna go
Tell me what you're gonna do
Find somebody to love somebody we gotta keep our love true
Applique and Vellum
Nosegay, bouquet, garland or Pomander decor
Naked icing, fondant or ganache the center peice
Crudite and Canape Our sit down Dinner
Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes white
Fire of witches, fire with switches bright
I gaze into your depths, feeling amazingly light
Wondering what dish you will bring me tonight
Soil with sabrino, boil with babinoes red
Fire of the ghouls, the ghosts, the goblins and the dead.
My mind concentrates on the powers you have over me.
I am ready to join you in the black cavern under the sea.