Best Colander Poems
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Like block shaped wheels our lives stumble at the chapters we write
Corners seem dark and teeming with doubt,
alleyways call in echoes of our name,
as if tempting us to crawl when we cannot walk
“Fear begins the parade at our fragile hearts”
Shades are drawn and slotted with eyes watching,
voices ring the halls of the buildings looming large,
rumors of pointed fingers find our ears in colander fashion,
dripping fear at our feet
“Waves conduct sound, crashing vividly as we hear”
We cry,
hoping these tears will somehow wash the pain,
fill the gutters and move out to sea,
casting waves upon unsuspecting shores
“Wishes…more waste than want…at least of these eyes”
When of the shadows a touch,
softly at first, then strong upon our shoulders fall…
comfort leaps to our hearts in sing song praise,
wishes become goals and finish line adventures
“What is this light, soft yet sure, found within”
We are not alone, darkness hints at light
and butterflies fill our air with prism’d colors and soft breezes
collecting on our damp cheeks and drying the aftermath
of our understanding of reality
“Dreams of these nightmares fade into happiness”
We find footprints in the dirt…two which are not our own,
closely, yet affectionately following our way and bringing direction
to our dreams, yet the nightmares still flourish
but we do not feel so alone
“Fences built may keep us in yet… may keep us out”
For this hand, from a distance,
climbing mountains and fording rivers
leads our hearts to the safety of love just beyond the bricked wall,
the ivy covered monolith, the chain link disaster
which once stood locked
“Finding that a breath may exhale peace…again”
Now stands open an arbor of hibiscus blooms
and teapot pourings fore our eyes, open and hopeful of the coming truth
once lost beyond our dreams…and we breathe
for it feels right to breathe while standing in the darkness…not alone
”True friendship will always find us and comfort us in the darkness”
Categories:
colander, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
I accidently let one loose today
I've cooked earth's goose its fair to say
I won't pretend it wasn't me
Soon it'll be clear for all to see.
Who even knew that was a containment field
and an innocent stumble would cause it to yield
its inhabitant singularity
was a well kept secret evidentially.
Til I let it go - chased it thru the door
- hole in one - then thru the floor
Two of the little buggers headed for the roof
they can multiply I have the proof.
Mathematical joy they did perform
Arcing thru cars, pipes, sieving up a storm
flickering jolts of fiery light
following their orbiting trailing delight.
So many now - not long to wonder
til earth's a faulty falling colander.
So, sorry for the whole untidy mess
But I did front up and confess.
Hadron Collider Cleaner
Written 8th July
For Charles Messina Contest
I accidentally let one Loose
Categories:
colander, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
speak it as it was to be
something for a world of
people to love and admire.
delicious and special.
she wanted something that was flavored naturally.
we determined that a sweet fruity flavor would
be best. because she was cooking chicken
and felt it was best to have as much chicken as vegetables
she decided to make it easier on herself by using
something large to marinate the birds in.
she was cooking twenty game hens, and wanted a mixture of flavor
to marinate the birds in.
she came up with this.
in a large roasting pan she added,
5 pounds of grapes (vines and leaves)
2 trouts (scaled and cleaned)
4 garlic bulbs (halved and unpeeled)
5 medium onions(quartered with peels)
10 lemons(squeeze the juice and and halved)
5 sprigs of rosemary
4 sprigs of thyme
2 gingerootz (chopped)
5 small chilis (halved)
1 cup of cilantro
roast for about one hour( to extract the pungent aromas)
you only want the juices that are extracted from the mixture
drain by using a colander, and a fine screen.
allow to cool.
in a blender add
2 cups of olive oil
1/4 cup of salt
2 green peppers
1 large red onion
2 small chilis (seeds removed)
2 cup of red wine
3 cups of lime juice
1 cup of light brown sugar
4 tablespoons of ground ginger
1/2 cup of white vinegar
7 cloves of garlic
mix smooth and add to the cool mixture
2 two five gallon buckets with lids
add the game hens and pour mixture to cover all the birds.
marinate overnight.
broil birds in the oven until done.
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1 and one half cups of lemon juice
1 cup of coconut milk
1 cup of grapefruit juice
4 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
1/2 cup of honey
8 tablespoons of crushed garlic
1 cup of minced shallots
1 cup of coconut flakes
1/4 cup of light brown sugar
6 tablespoons of rum
4 tablespoons of grounded cumin
1 and 1/4 cup of olive oil
1/4 cup of mint leaves
3 pounds of deveined shrimp
marinade.
in a large roasting pan, add 1 cup of butter
and a half cup of olive oil
sautee about
6 cups of chopped eggplants,
6 cups of diced (cooked potatoes)
1 cup of green onions
add shrimp (cook shrimp underdone!)
add marandae and thicken with cornstarch
Categories:
colander, food, french, science, sweet
Form:
Ballade
Thor caught megatherium that was his blunder
Sold it to his wife Sif along with his thunder
Thor's wife Sif was a political piff
Lost the poll and sat on a coral reef
And brewed megatherium in a colander
megatherium / Limerick/fun/humor/nonsense copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
20 November 2014
Categories:
colander, fun, humor, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
haiku
the sea in the sky
plummeting through colander…..
hangings of waters;
© Ramakrishna Chowdary Jasti
19Aug2014
Categories:
colander, rain,
Form:
Haiku
In the pew in front of me, two gray heads,
backs bent forward. The woman straightens her jacket
over the bulge between shoulder blades, a ruby
rosary resting on the seat beside her. At the Peace,
they kiss like lovers they once were, but gingerly now,
practiced at it. Directly behind me someone sings
with a loud, shrill soprano. Challenging the choir, she
knows all the words, her confidence unshakable.
I wonder did I escape observation, discretely
placing my fingers in my ears.
At the back of the church, a baby gurgles,
then escalates into a wail. The priest leaves
the Holy Grail to quiet a loudspeaker gone viral.
The baby's allowed. I'm envious of a sheer
black dress a young woman wears as if
she had been born in it. There's no
Confession today. I need one. I'm in lust
over two tall dark-haired guys visiting from
a nearby high school, their tour bus
parked prominently in our lot.
Our pastor (not an Indian priest, a priest
from India, says he) shares his homily,
some syllables washed out, his accent strained
through a colander. He's Billy Graham
in liturgical dress, so passionate his preach
that despite the needy baby, the evidence
of tenuous youth, the young studs
just out of reach, he makes me believe
when my time shall come, I'll go
Home With The One I Came In With.
Categories:
colander, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
I bought a brand-new colander
‘Cause mine was at its end.
I’ll bet you think that there’s an error
In the word I’ve penned.
But though I also purchased
(A coincidence, but true)
A calendar today, a fresh new
Colander was due.
The old one fell apart; I hope
The new one does the trick.
To those of you who thought I goofed,
I guess you’re not so slick!
Categories:
colander, words,
Form:
Rhyme
Brain strain – A kitchen adventure
Broken ladles scattered about the new granite countertops
Veins of years gone by, prehistoric earth tremblings, spotted composites
in a vast array of colors, wickedly smooth and hard as rock (go figure)
Silverware sings like wind chimes on the tile floor,
cast aside in frantic search…long drawers, endlessly hiding that utensil,
somewhere behind the egg slicer, yellow plastic (what would I do without it?)
Meat thermometer (that sounds nasty) Tupperware tops for what?
Plastic reminders of meals past, no longer fitting their
spaghetti sauce discolored partners, in assorted sizes (used now as makeshift cat food bowls)
Pots and pans, why is it always pots and pans, never pans and pots,
hell in alphabetical order it would be, who thinks up this stuff?
And then those damn lids that never stack (handles, who needs them?)
A blender, a mixer, a dicer, a juicer, a toaster and an apple peeler. An apple peeler?
Brownie tins shaped like a labyrinth, but look at all of those corners…chewy
Not good for the diet but make the perfect Christmas gift. (much more than an apple peeler)
There it is, finally, behind a 5 lb. bag of potatoes and the old Mr. Coffee machine,
tarnished silver, at least a hundred star patterned holes, three little worthless feet…my colander
The one I use to strain my brain, removing all of the bad stuff (so the only thought left is you)
4/6/17
Written for the Go Ahead…I Dare Ya!!! poetry contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
Categories:
colander, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Carnage creators. Crackerbreads chats. And a wide angled grinning photographer who is having appalling dreams of incorrect information is now ironed flat. Just like a pizza base. But no bassist can ever locate a pretty floral curve in the air. Especially when the expedition notes are playing B B B E E E B E B E B E AM A A A A. That is fundamentally different to a single quack or a peck. And when the legs have become tired from stalking a petal the hair relaxes. Thus turning from an electric hay bale into a carved creation. Wow. Laughter omitted from a painting can be very dramatic if the angles of voice are in a off position. So clap the switch. And so said a speaker who was gathering alot of dust which was not pleasing for the distinguished lord dog fogram de la mangers earl of Grayson hall. Harvesting can be achieved with a colander but nit a cylinder for cylinders carry cases of coned coniferous clambering chomping chocolates. And the arrival of those chocolates is said to desensify even the most frozen of sword. Swordfish swallowing swampy seas. And a little fortress flirting and flitting with a flat framework. Hahaha a bead over there! Is magnified in a spot light. Haha spritely springing stoical shell. Hahah musk mooing. Xxxxx elephantine xxxxx alphanumeric Z Z Z Z Z Z Z Z ok then. And now eat a crystalized burger with a recorded relish. Z.z£5's %0¥808, 900, 909 $2 3 1 €666, 666, 666 and boom said an android article. *#*#7% of a piccolo cloud club. Z.
Categories:
colander, adventure, america, assonance, aubade,
Form:
Coarse, featureless shards stagnating
Fodder for a discerning hand's mending
Putty strands their potential value bleating
For a potter's touch; new life entreating
Gentle hands rough surface massaging
Rubbery texture patting and preening
Carefully each lump, fold kneading
Instinctively more clay into mixture feeding
Pressing the mass around the wheel now speeding
Softly caressing, while each corner buttressing
Holpen hands new shape, form deeding
A spherical chalice deftly molding
Each cascading side symetrically scaling
Delicate fingers each crenelation each groove formulating
Peeling off excessive fragments, proportions receding
Moisture from the master's hand now bleeding
Patiently, a primitive, tidy colander forging
With rythmic, patterned movements shearing
An artistically, woven pot from the wheel emerging
A magestic artifact the maestroes skill divulging
Categories:
colander, on work and working
Form:
Verse
Gone in the sty with a carriage frown, gone to the sty with a cabbage crown. Don't climb down the elevator go up the escalator. And mind your head on the wiry mixture above for conglomerations of conga eel cables can twist and turn at a huge rate so always keep head in a hat, a colander or a pair of socks wrapped around then tied in a bow. But a plaited and pleated plant can be used as a fine carousel and carousals are neither carefully caressing creatures nor are they creme de brule. It is the mild wind that breezes in through a window and sits down to a plate of fine dining. And it is the chef in the checkered hat that deliver a bath tub filled with calamari to a seafood supper. Ok then. Great. Now lets go sit immediately on the picnic rug. Ha x z and developmental z
Categories:
colander, basketball,
Form:
How dim memories can slip away.
The decades of life highlighted in our thoughts
Sifting through the large colander
Of daily happenstance.
Leaving very few past images that can bring us gentle peace.
Only special celebrations can we access.
Moments of a wedding day
The first child's birth
So many firsts
are sealed away and hopefully stored
Safely within our minds.
A child's birth,
A newborn's first cry.
There are so many firsts that jumble and crumble
Seeking a place on memories first call.
We seek to remember everything every day.
A beloved Christmas
A happy birthday
The anticipation of all life ahead.
Blend into the years that are the journey of life.
We are distressed when the memory has faded and gone
Into the dark recesses of thoughts that are stored
Away from our recall, away from our grasp.
We vaguely remember these lost treasured images, but
The shadow of the joy felt remains.
It seems such a cruel joke of our creator's design,
As our memories slip past us when we are old
And life becomes quiet and we are alone.
No one seeks our company.
Our time is now empty and devoid
of the busy appropriation
life once threw our way.
Confused, we seek affirmation
That our time was well spent.
Successfully, with purpose and honor.
And painfully grieve
That memories vanish like smoke in the wind.
Grieve not these years of quiet and rest.
Wrap yourself in the warm shawl of abiding.
Believe and rejoice.
Your mansion awaits.
Built by the crowns you have won
Your race is not over
It has just begun.
Mary Kate Marozas
October 16, 2021
Categories:
colander, encouraging, faith, memory, old,
Form:
Free verse
Incessantly my time grows old
Repeatedly it turns to gold
With every breath I sweetly take
The hourglass of life's keepsake
Becomes a colander of grace
08/06/2018
Categories:
colander, july,
Form:
Lay
IF THE TRUTH BE GROWN
I spend more time making amends than I do progress
I have no friends nor family I wish to impress
A lot of things have my signature as the owner, artist and thief
So I steal big bucks to bring turmoil and grief
I’ve done things most men wouldn’t do on a dare
A lover needed a kidney but I didn’t care
Let her go through dialysis but do not ever deny me
For It’s been an obligation to disembowel those who try to defy me
I spend more time breaking hearts than the law as I live
Women come and go in and out of my life as a sieve
A colander, a strainer, a kitchen implement to separate the chaff for the wheat
And when it comes to being a gentleman I am totally indiscreet
My boudoir becomes a brothel when I will it so
And when I tire of their kisses I just tell them to go
I don’t give a s**t about names, faces or being fair from day to day
And honestly I don’t mind living in such a wayward way
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Categories:
colander, angst, time,
Form:
Quatrain
Gray kitten dashing past so fast
stay, sit here please awhile
Hey! You’re making a colander of my chest
lay down in my lap and style!
That paper crane is not the enemy
cat get a grip and nap
bat the moth, yes that’s your joy
‘atta boy! Give it a slap!
Got no grip on that glass tabletop
hot, hot tootsies smokein’ wild
it’snot Sebring or La Mans
lotta temper here Ma’s not MILD!
Sleep oh pretty one and dream
Bo Peep that wee chassis please stop!
Creep off fur-muffin and rest,
leap no more or Mommy will drop!
Categories:
colander, animals, funny
Form:
Verse