Best Cooler Poems
"Dry Throat at the Water Cooler"
Particle after particle,
Riding out the sandy dunes
Wanting so much to nibble
on the grapevine
My wind pipes crack, from dry wit and gossip
All the witty remarks are scarce
Snatched up by others flushing out
fabrications Diverting attention
from themselves Drowning in their own
Egos
Arid of thought for fifteen minutes
It is hardly a break at all
So dry of talking coworker factoids
Will I have to swallow their moist
Derision.
A MATTER OF GRAVITY
where art thou when I need thee most
ah yes, thou has become a ghost
a wishing well empty, a pond depleted
as I stand as stagnant, a man defeated
i have been overcome by demons inside
and when they request "why hast he died"
say unto them he was a man with thirst un-quenched
and tell them i died with my teeth well clenched
"clenched" question they, "but why" they wonder
"because," responds you "of the certain thunder"
"hear not thee the sound that killed him well?"
"Oh yes, now we hear why he was condemned unto Hell"
"so" sayeth thee, tell them without any doubt
there will be, due to his death, become a drought
a dryness no man nor god can create
"because," inform them, "my man was slain solely by hate"
" 'twas hatred which condemned him unto the fire,
and to all I swear, my man was no liar
he told the truth before the Temple of Love
until a thousand demonic angels appeared from above"
so let them hear the words of a man sworn unto death
and vow to them all that with each blessed breath
easiness, that evening, arrived my sweet
because 'twas with eagerness my death did I meet
thusly do I swear when you gaze around
and find not by body, to which Hell was bound
remember my face and this most memorable date
for that 'twas the eve your man died of SELF-hate
(c) 2011.....Poefree
Just an Old Cooler
Not much to look at,
Hard to carry,
Won’t through it away.
To you, it looks dirty,
To me, it looks used.
From the late 1960s
To you, it appears empty,
To me, it's full of memories.
I miss my dad so much,
The tears well up, flowing out.
Camping trips to Spruce Knob.
Just me and dad and
The squirrel that got the Oreos.
Yes, they eat chocolate.
The cooler was full of ice.
With drinks, sausage, bacon,
Eggs, hamburger, hotdogs. and potatoes.
Everything a father and son needed.
Camel tent camper with
Nothing fancy, two beds,
Screened in room.
Coleman stove on the picnic table,
Old Cooler by her side.
Fishing Spruce Knob Lake by day
The fresh mountain air.
Campfire by night
Marshmallows, chair, lantern,
Nature one of God’s greatest blessings.
That old cooler made it to
Cherry Grove Beach.
Drinks and sandwiches for the day
I just wanted to play.
Drinks from the
Old Cooler, refreshing.
Old Cooler even went deep sea fishing.
Drinks for the day.
At the end of the day,
Filled with Sea Bass
to filet.
Old Cooler you made me cry.
Now I’m happy.
You really are full of memories
Thanks for letting me reminisce.
Copyright © Robert Moore March 6, 2021
His Velvet voice
Rusty growl
Gentle pauses caress the veiled swell
Her secret beneath a tailored vest
Radiant warmth spreads
thistledown
shuffles through the tunnels
to balance twixt her dancing fingertips
His breath
tucks a dalliance of warm air
a butterfly’s gasp
electric current peek a boos behind her fragile ear
(Pause)
His Breath
orchestrates a dazzling jazz duet of earlobe and heartstrings
(Pause)
Her Eyelids
gently shutter
her shy but weary countenance
Encase this memory, my darling,
Store it safely
well
beyond the reach of gossip’s grubby fingertips
and muddy maw.
Savor each harmonious heartbeat
Thrum with yellow birdsong
Accompany Divinity’s duet of dawn.
Feathery Love
Take to the wing—
Without a blush or backward glance.
V. Anderson-Throop 2015
Valdez, Alaska
About today's latest news flash at the office?
You asked if I heard about so & so...
How promotion came to be...
As you winked,
Winked.
No,
But,
I hear you-
Why is Sumner such a short time?
Just getting started,
then running into half past summer.
July seems to be the half way mark,
August is almost here.
August will turn into September then into October,
then fall will be here.
Fall with cooler days,
a pretty carpet of colorful leaves covering the ground.
cooler weather
longer sleeves
for shorter days
AP: 1st place 2025
Now, come cooler days,
wind riding on morning haze
and the once cloudless clear skies
find billowy puffs in uncovered lies.
A sudden wind and rain storm
teases the earth to resurface, be reborn
but the chill lies low upon the ground
a autumn fades into surreal sound.
Some leaves still cling
as if the warmth still promised spring
but in the more frequent shadows
the earth seeks rest in stilled hallows.
Nature continues its calls
to all creatures great and small
following their internal clock
to harvest the remaining autumn flocks.
The slow methodic mourning dove
bids and whistles seasonal love
adieu to its summer mates
as winter closes autumn gates.
Now takes hold the chilly days
where bird and mammal pray
bonding safe and snug in winter's world
when seasons change is unfurled.
These mornings quiet and still
become unraveled from sea to hill
and hide the secrets of the day
as softer chants call life to stay.
Yielding to the breeze and warm
each and every life can be reborn,
as trees bend low revealing something new
to be stirred and embroiled in the earthly stew.
It is a welcomed though chilled calm
of rain and wind renewing bonds
that tends to follow quickly after
tied into earth, sky and nature's plaster.
Too soon the day will fade into noon day sun
as sun's rise slips into a brilliant fast run
and warmer hours rise
of time and space in its demise.
A tighter hold makes no difference
and with every moment spent,
the cooler days still increase
losing us in the search for inner peace.
Brush away the morning, brush away the day
let slip out a word or two to pray
with gratitude and awe
as day slides to night and night again to morn.
Cooler nights
Autumn breeze,
brighter lights
soon will freeze...
One more day
One more night,
there is no way
I am taking flight...
Live for today
not for tomorrow...
For everyday
Joy and sorrow...
Life is short
Live to the fullest...
Praise the Lord,
for He is worthy...
Soon He will come
and take us home...
Prepare to meet your God
and worship Him alone...
Eva Rakhuba
09/22/2015
I looked for shade on that Summer's day
My body is made for a cooler May
By a river to wade I found the way
Lie or be laid where coolness may stay
High up the grade where zephyrs will play
Nigh on the blade where green grass forms hay
Shy of the trade where water turns grey
Sly but not afraid I will cool where I lay
7-9-20
Contest:Triple Rhyme
Sponsor: Beth Evans
How many remember the typewriter
With it's clickety clack sound
For those that do you can never forget
That sound so familiar
To every office before computers
A sound so remenicent
So nostalgic to those who remember
Those long lost days from another era
Unless you lived through them
They are sounds gone by
Never to be heard again in todays
High tech world of instant commincation
The chatter beside the water cooler
Something is sadly missing
ice can be sculpted
into an ax, a ring; shatter;
soap, a thumb pop;
used to keep water
and soda pop
chill and give the kids a reason
for sitting still.
ice can slide over the neck,
legs, arms - deliciously melt;
can make a kid laugh,
under his shirt.
Send the kid to the cooler
when the sun is concentrated,
glaring at us as if dusk
won’t come soon enough.
The ice chest, filled more precious
than gold, with more than one
cylindrical can. The opening
of the fireworks, celebrated
with the hiss of a coke.
ice ends up
in the sink,
signifies the fun
is over
and yet the cooler, the later
it gets, the hungrier
are the guests -
turned down food trucks
thus
we, I, forgot to feed them
and now they eat
corn dogs after midnight.
7/1/2023
Know how to turn it on
You
Love
Lord
AUTUMN BREEZE
I can feel the Autumn breeze
The leaves are changing in some of the trees
Beautiful yellow, orange and red
All along the sides of the avenue ahead
In summer sometimes it was hard to sleep
Now the nights are cooler and the sleep is deep
Autumn is my favourite time of year
The chirping birds are all I can hear
The kookaburra’s laughter is very near
The sun is shining and the sky is clear
Just in time Autumn has arrived
I think I will go on a scenic drive
I will just meander from here to there
Windows down, radio on and the Autumn breeze in my hair.
Boat’s hooked up
Cooler’s packed
Got my hat
First beer’s cracked.
Crank bait on
Poles are ready
Off I go now
Slow and steady.
Troll around
The lily pads
Cast and reel
Almost had him.
Now off I go
It’s the end of the day
With stories to tell
How he got away.