Best Freeze Dried Poems
icy daggers serrated his chilly mind
memories sharp as polar bear’s claws
wielded reminiscent evocation in pain
how he longed for selective amnesia
heart and reason at war with the enemy
a battle only to be won if he surrendered
to inevitability that conflicts were useless
unless of course they concluded in cease fire
his father had fought at the Russian Front
which left his own upbringing out in the cold
no Potemkin façade could melt the chagrin of
twelve years of Germanic menace and madness
both of them prisoner to emotional deprivation
trans-generational transmission of trauma in action
it was bitterly cold in the heat of many a moment
and icicles festered in the young brain to be formed
shape up they said – fight flight or freeze
food for thought no doubt but what about feelings
many winters have passed and the old man is dead now
took many secrets and memories into his grave
the boy now in his sixties decided he needed a snow man
carrot charcoal eyes and Che Guevara’s bandana
collected drift wood from a beach of forgiveness
and danced around the bonfire of exorcised hurt
until permafrost yielded to fire and passion in time
he had been his own antagonist for far too long
Categories:
freeze dried, war,
Form:
Free verse
The Monkey's Uncle
I'm french fried
freeze dried
pour tabasco on top
if you think I lied
if I look your way
I will go astray
pat the monkey's head
every night and day
you drive me mad
with your beautiful smile
for one of your kisses
I would walk a mile
sometimes sassy
with a sharp wit
work the fancy words
rub your hands with spit
a pound of clay
a box of sand
I can spank that monkey
with either hand
hair of gold
hot and cold
motorcycle mama
but it's been sold
likes to dance
when given a chance
has a frequent fire
inside her pants
keeps my head
in constant flux
spinning in circles
that sure sucks
it's my own fault
I'm a carbuncle
stay where you belong
I'm the Monkey's uncle
Gomer LePoet ....
Categories:
freeze dried, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
12/28/18
I just received a gift from my {step}mother,
Only three days late this year.
It's a Santa Claus soap dispenser... with a twirl and a twist.
I used to own it well over twenty years since.
It has yellowing soap still clogging the spigot...
*****, you've even treated old Saint Nick like a {step},
How true to your form and fitting that is.
{Step} Santa was more of a message than a gift.
After all, I've been a half-assed {step}son at best.
but {step}mother you must admit, I was always your third-class citizen.
From the brackish affection, impish rags you stapled to my rear,
Minor infractions swiftly met with a belt called, I'll bring you to your tears.
You were the metal toothed snapper in the pond of my youth.
If you deny me this, then you're an abuser of the worst kind
an abuser of the truth!
For the most part, I've freeze dried your slipperiness,
I think {step} is a glacier cold but the perfect prefix.
Categories:
freeze dried, abuse, holiday, mother,
Form:
Free verse
Walking through a grove of maple trees,
I saunter amongst swaying giants.
Musky odors assault my nostrils
with the smell of damp, decaying leaves.
Nature's scents in perfect harmony;
nurturing and invigorating.
Sunlight pierces the bare canopy
with flickering rays of its splendor.
And a crisp carpet of freeze-dried leaves
forms a mosaic of abstract art;
a magnificent patchwork quilt stitched
with burnt-orange and magenta threads.
Twigs tap a melodic, rhythmic sound,
their mantra heard in lofty branches.
And a gentle breeze tickles each leaf
until they all laugh in unison;
and applaud newly fallen brethren,
lazily fluttering to the ground.
In Autumn's scheme, green gets restricted
to grasses and mosses hardly seen.
And awaiting Winter's frigid breath
a rusty golden-speckled mantle;
painted with flames of searing scarlet,
forms a fitting shroud for Summer's dead.
Categories:
freeze dried, autumn, beautiful, color, imagery,
Form:
Blank verse
Since the Garden of Eden and Cleopatra,
snakes strike great fear in man
I have it—ophidiophobia---
legless lizards equal repulsion
Slithering, sliding as they move
something about friction and scales
like goose bumps on human flesh
more than I want to know
Little known fact learned
three hundred vertebrae, one reptile
they can scrunch up like an accordion
Slinky has nothing on the snake
Zoology teacher forced me to touch
disgusting...scaly info to psyche
rubbery, stretchy outside insides
that red-eyed yellow python plagued my sleep
Here’s the point—abnormal fear or not
God created the reptile
rattlesnake eats rats, field mice
homes under rocks in deserts, mountains
concealed, fearing human contact
Travel to Georgia or Oklahoma…
Rattlesnake Roundups held
oh yes, let’s kill some rattlers
buy a permit, slaughter as many…
Find their hiding, jerk them up
drop them in a sack writhing with twelve more
rattler chasers claim fun to kill
find the longest, fattest
Kill by decapitation
drop in the freezer alive
look later…freeze dried snake
eat a snake steak…tastes like chicken
Why search them out
leave them alone
No rattlesnake boots, head bands...
Yes, stand up for the reptiles!
Optional © 2 years ago, Carol Davis
Categories:
freeze dried, animal, fear,
Form:
Free verse
-Food for thought...-
Distributed freeze-dried nutrition,
a consumers dietary attrition?
Constitutional, by institutional
conglomerate corporate ambition.
Do our politicians convictions
mandate our "home-style" traditions?
It's the consumption, of faux production,
that decays our human condition.
-Anonymously youRs-
(Copyrighted to DigitallyDefectiveArt)
Categories:
freeze dried, food, political,
Form:
In between a wand and a warded space
lies an old Book Of Shadows to embrace;
Fee fried foe thumbs,
throw them in as the guitar strums;
Picked over hair follicles and toenails,
A few fast words followed by quick inhales;
Freeze dried pho crumbs,
throw them in as the harp hums;
Now toss in the vibrato of a ghost,
that sound is the recipe’s binding host;
Free fly fall mums!
Fester rich color to smack drums;
Add to that something so easily missed,
subtle allows magic to come undressed;
Fae, fire cauldrons!
manifest the desired outcomes;
In between a wand and the hand it takes,
lies an old Book Of Shadows to embrace.
Categories:
freeze dried, emotions, feelings, magic,
Form:
Free verse
Grown Up
I weep
now and then
simple things
a song lyric or
an old photo
touching me
in raw places
sliding past
thinking parts
that used to be
sentries at the gate
protecting me
from hot-wired
exposure to myself
instead
defenseless in the
heat of contemplation
glacial walls melt
frozen anguish and
freeze-dried pleasures
transform
set in motion
once again
animated
newly weightless and
simply passing through...
Categories:
freeze dried, celebration, change, confidence,
Form:
Free verse
Every last one of my thoughts
Is begged, borrowed or stolen
Somewhere in memory
They are freeze-dried or frozen
I want to chip at the edifice
Want to recognize what's real
Is it some second-hand artifact
Or a thing I can call real?
Every last one of my friends
Is there because I put them
In some sub-cavernous lair
Like a pre-ancestral cushion
I want to loose my tethers
Get back to a primal state
Take some peyote and howl in the wind
At the village doctor's gate
Is there a demon in the sky
A malevolent presence in the cosmos
Willing it all in a masquerade
And playing off my base illusions?
No wonder we live
No wonder we live
In a state of unbridled confusion
Categories:
freeze dried, confusion, irony, philosophy,
Form:
Lyric
I remember that night
Shattered by your demon glare
Burning my soul as you stare
Freeze dried on the road
There goes all hope,
suffocated by your black soul
Road kill on the interstate
Tears spewing from my eyes
Images of the past, flashing
before my eyes. All the fights
Every hateful word,
Hell is all you deserve.
Categories:
freeze dried, anger, dark, evil, heartbreak,
Form:
Free verse
Death’s Less Than Nothing!
Death’s less than nothing, a frail, not one welcomes or offers a cold one /
a glass of fine wine. Death is nobody’s friend one might meet on this plane.
Death is tasteless and dull as a weather-stripped billboard. Its smell incon-
clusive and vapid at best, or a snowfield past freeze-dried. Death’s poem
whose meter sports seventeen syllables, flip-flopping logic, ghost fish
rot on boundaries, shadows ignored (with but little / no consequence).
Death’s less than nothing and wrapped in conundrum, its glacier’s penguin
that’s desert these days, and fine grit of a dust storm deluded it’s rain!
Death is stingless, can’t win, for no victim feels loss, life’s pain’s touch, long gone,
starlight’s blurred shadows eye’s rods can’t detect, Death’s the blush of a blossom
whose pistil wants pollen, a virgin whose daydreams fall short of a wish.
Death’s the fool of tomorrow (it loathes doors), a pauper to eloquence.
Long Tooth
May 7th in 2021
Categories:
freeze dried, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Can you tell me my friend
How long has it been
At least 30 years or more
I still think of you
Being one in their youth
As I have yet to pull that cord
Pictures inside my mind
Are stuck in that time
Freeze dried yet warm to the soul
Friends from the past
In a die have been cast
Where they never grow old
Those that we see
In our world of daily
Gray with us toe to toe
Though it may be
Done gradually
A fact that we all know
There is never a need
For a mirror to see
The season in life that we comb
But it's the one's that we miss
Still inside of our heads
That never seem to grow old
The good part about this
Is we still exist
In their minds for all that we know
Running footloose and free
Through their memories
The way we were before time took its toll
Where days became years
Turning our age old fears
From our does into our don'ts
If we hold tight to that
With the time we have left
Perhaps like them we'll never grow old
Thinking of friends from the past that I've lost touch with and realized they're still young in my memories... They've never aged.
Categories:
freeze dried, age, friend, life,
Form:
Rhyme
A bleak and wintry cold
invades and takes a hold of
this heart and hostage mind
gripping emotion’s buried shrapnel,
twisting hard and fast,
wreaking vengeance of a kind.
Yet still there is control
of this dark and personal soul where
the past is held repressed
subjugated by denial’s tyranny,
tethered out of reach
fear and anger bare suppressed.
The tears I have shed
in mind’s eye were always red,
dusty and freeze-dried,
behind a stonewall resolve
where no other eyes could see
they were always shed inside.
Hanging numb in this despair,
making out I do not care and
you watch but do not see,
rendered sightless by snow blindness,
oblivious to my internal tears
flowed silently and free...
Categories:
freeze dried, introspection, life, loss, time,
Form:
Verse
When the sky crashes down onto your weary soul remember
It’s a lot of thin air and you are never closer to nutritious clouds
When your world falls into a hole of paramount proportions
Consider being down to earth and adjacent to togetherness
When shadows cast emptiness and freeze dried revelations
Appraise the shade approach contours of opaque silhouettes
When rainbows hallucinate your vision review erroneous projections
Embrace your doubts and dreams as you settle for the night
You are the Sky the World the Sun and Moon the wise old Jester
And if you wish to be the Shadow of your Rainbow
03rd June 2019
Categories:
freeze dried, courage,
Form:
Free verse
The raspy rustling of freeze-dried multicolored leaves
Rush past my raised windows and open door as the soft breeze
Gathers its strength and sprays them haphazardly along
The leaf cluttered sidewalk and shadowed lined street.
Fall is rushing past me, Massaging my ears,
Delighting my senses. Raising my awareness
Of another passing year.
Another Season coming into its own,
Of which I must rise in unison to capture
The play of its vibrant life colors
To experience its fully clothed glory
Trees are giving up their spring and summer growth
To the nudging of cooler nights and coming winter snows,
Only to rise again with next year’s budding.
Each Season expresses a new and different story.
So soars by us each brief life through its Seasons,
One with the cycles of the Creator,
Loving the magnificent moments of brightness and joy
It's lingering beauty swept away
In the next season of liberation.
Categories:
freeze dried, autumn, beauty, change, destiny,
Form:
Free verse