Best Heaters Poems
I meet you in Laos
as a seed
just a simple
existence of hard rice
seeded inside Huay Xai’s dirt
until water plains
cradle and nourish your infant body
'till you sprout above water banks
where you tickle yourself
with sunshine
like a child who spends all
day with the wind
when you mature
people pull your roots
carry you in bulk back home
along with your friends
moisten your skin
steam under flames and
boiling water
only a bath where
dirt splashes off
while you try to hold
breaths underwater
your skin does not wrinkle
only softens
to stick with other rice
and sink in perfection
of the basket
where my mother’s hands
shake and shuffle you
into a ball
to roll on a plate
now fully grown ready to
liberate our hunger
with your body
that is how we meet
everyday even now
when I chew you in big bites
you never fail to fill
my head with steam
and make my tummy your
cozy home
sometimes I eat you too fast
you burn my tongue
and mom says
I am crazy for eating too fast
but it don’t matter
when I can cool
squeeze to pebble-size bits
dip you in fish soup
or papaya salad
Kao Niew
my family sits together
on the floor legs folded
or on a dinner table
you cuddle inside our bellies
warm our lips
all
the way
down
our throats
in cold evenings with no heaters
you sacrifice to
fill our stomachs
so we can stick to each other
and swallow
our love whole
Categories:
heaters, culture, family, food, funny,
Form:
Ode
The mistral cold wind blew incessantly wild,
Winding in the streets, its glacial currents in and around
The apartment blocks where all frosted windows
Were tightly secure. Still the bleak wintry chill entered
From tiny ruptured chinks and spread inside
Annihilating the miserly heat emitted
By old cranky air conditioners and gas heaters.
Occasional bursts of strong wind blew
Some soft snow up like winnowed chaff.
One hopes the homeless found some place to rest.
Categories:
heaters, winter,
Form:
Free verse
It came to me
upon reflection
Life is one
great big collection
Starting with a
teddy bear
and ending with
a gasp of air
The time between
those points is rough
accumulating
all this stuff
Books and knick knacks
line the shelves
and in it all
we lose ourselves
Hand-me-downs
and souvenirs
hoarded all
throughout the years
Cups and saucers,
pots and pans,
electric heaters,
ceiling fans
Pictures, music,
magazines
amounting to
a hill of beans
Clothes and cars,
boats and planes,
nervous breakdowns,
aches and pains
Husbands, wives,
foes and friends
This great collection
never ends
And once our time
on earth goes by,
the years wind down
and then we die
We never seemed
to have enough,
and someone else
gets all our stuff
Categories:
heaters, humor, life, perspective, vanity,
Form:
Rhyme
The coolness of my basement makes me hyped
And the warmth of heaters makes me depressed.
The presence of my family makes me stressed,
Yet the remembrance of my semi-lover
Is what makes me foresee
The ripening of my arousing essence.
I am who I am and our sensational kiss
Was enough to transform everlasting bliss
Into a piece of my gradational adolescence.
Hoping for a kind of future with her.
'Cause now I'm so sure of how I feel,
I want this daydream of me and her
To become so magically real.
Categories:
heaters, crush, lust, passion,
Form:
Free verse
NO ONE WANTS TO LIVE IN A COLD HOME
from the album "Heaters for Sale"
by Not Paul McCarney
No one wants to live in a cold home, cold home
Uncle Albert says you should go home, go home
Turn the heat up or sit by the fire
Toasty as upon a funeral pyre
Oo-hoo, because
No one wants to live in a cold home, cold home
No one takes the longest road home, road home
Put your feet up next to the blaze
Toes become candles before your gaze
Ooo-hooo!
Categories:
heaters, endurance, funny, home, myth,
Form:
Lyric
Front door brings in nippy chill,
You step onto the frosty path,
No pleasant air for you to initial,
Only a gut fight with the waft.
But friends are warm and bright,
Neighbours smile by their cars,
Old friends get in touch, write,
The hairdresser chats n’ chars.
What to give is a nice problem,
What to write on xmas cards,
Why not to give, there’s a hum,
Of distance, you only give cards.
Relative’s personalities summed,
Cousins hobbies are understood,
Relations interests taken, gummed,
And friends activities are all good.
Jumpers are purchased for mum,
Plus teapot, hand cream, soap,
Quality Street purple is a chum,
Candles jars are given in hope.
Sporadic robins brighten and light,
Kids build a roly snowman, just,
Dogs walk in cosy jackets tight,
And by-passers stop for a gust.
Families welcome drivers’ eyes,
When they look in the windows,
With flashing lights, mixed dyes,
In patterns, pictures, pure glows.
The atmosphere at restaurants,
Beckons xmas truth and tale,
When others also have nuance,
For special kin who chat, sail.
No negatives divide and split,
No text to state what to say,
Greetings are heartfelt and lit,
Your chat can be any old way.
Church is optional, a possibility,
But fires and heaters gaily blast,
Radios aptly inform about activity,
When Santa will visit stores vast.
Decorations furnish, fill stores,
Giant Christmas trees stand, line,
Large baubles hang on all floors,
Huge stockings see shoppers dine.
There is a righteous business,
In the air, filtering, at xmas time,
It’s friendship and happiness,
That's engineered, the told sign.
The central focus is a snug meal,
A slot saved and made for chat,
Where for each person the deal,
Is to converse, discuss and bat.
All are welcome, all can have,
Everyone can enjoy, participate,
Each one can find peace, shove,
Xmas with you does coaguate.
Whatever the question, give,
Everyone is part of Christmas,
A smile, joke, a chat, a forgive,
You can even restrain for a bash.
Categories:
heaters, celebration, christmas, giving, people,
Form:
Quatrain
Waiting is the greatest pain,
Though most of me remains slain;
Legs propped up on iron heaters,
In my mouth spins an egg beater-
Roughly, duct tape holds it there,
Wrapped around my crimson hair-
Holding in the spinning end,
Tearing so no one could mend.
Will my torturer return?
I cry to think of all I've learned.
Even through the scars he burns,
He says there's more for me to earn.
Waiting, gurgling, and praying,
Burning, yearning, burnt legs splaying,
I can't conceive what could come after,
I resort to insane laughter.
Though I choke on blood and teeth,
Through the smell of my burnt meat,
I laugh harder, my mind flees
Closer toward insanity.
The deadbolt slides, I hear the door:
Creaking, scratching on the floor,
He walks through, I smell him now,
Expensive cologne flows down.
He leans in, I feel his breath,
Then his hands upon my chest,
He whispers one last sick goodbye,
"You won't be the last to die."
Categories:
heaters, abuse, confusion, horror, loneliness,
Form:
Ballad
Thank heavens, the winter that bit is bygone.
Winter frost chilled gout-ed limbs, wrinkled
all crooked fingers severely knotted with revolting ink blue veins.
Movements became a luxury of room heaters.
Thank heavens, the winter that bit is gone !
Love and passion had gone low in profile
rigid against frigid cold-heart ed winter,
warmth had dulled down in tiny dots, unseen
Thank heavens for the winter begone!
The sober siblings,the purring cats and the bored puppies
now peer slowly out of shut window panes
in bright hopes of spotting long gone glowing brightness
They too sigh, thank heavens, the winter that bit is gone.
I can hear colors knocking at my door
fragrances slowly permeating air, faintly though
a warm ray of sun stroking my sleepy senses to rise and shine
Thank heavens my beloved spring is here.
28.01.2013,
Categories:
heaters, life, spring, winter, winter,
Form:
Free verse
Happy Birthday Delightful Daughter of the Dawn
~Designed from the embers of my mind~
Pull down the shades of your blue eyes
Drifting towards evenings soft lullabies
Supportive bunny pillow 'neath your head
A fable story that I read
Snippets of cuddling as I tucked you to bed
Moments shared stitched in my heart
Of your precious life that I did chart
You were so much older then your younger then that now
Funny shadow figures on the wall
How we made them look so tall
A puppet show outside, bay window as your stage
Until you fell and puppets accidently plunged
That expression of sheer outrage your face did engage
When your tiny head suddenly accusingly lunged
I laughed 'til I cried as I intuited your desire to expunge
You were so much older then your younger then that now
Bubble baths, Pig tails and worn melted slippers
as you sought warmth from forced hot air
On chilly mornings standing atop the simple heaters grill
As I viewed your nightgown floating up, such a thrill
Precious moments etched in time beyond compare
Simple cans for telephones with knotted plastic wires
As you and your sister shared your different desires
Embers of love that fuel my minds fires, sweetness inspires
You were so much older then your younger then that now
Pummel horse, beam, bars and floor
so many things you wanted to explore
You danced and sailed through the air
So many proud moments we got to share
Index cards for spelling bees
You were always eager to please
Snippets in time we can not freeze
Yet when they circulate from time to time
My minds eye is genuinely appeased
You were so much older then your younger then that now
~ I LOVE YOU~
Categories:
heaters, birthday,
Form:
Lyric
In a land that boasts
You can be warm as toast,
Because the sun shines here,
Every day of the year.
Today the opposite is true,
My fingers are turning blue.
The heaters on high while I watch TV,
Bed is inviting it seems to me.
Sitting here wrapped up tight,
In a sleeping bag, what a sight!
Hot water bottle ready and hot tea too,
I'm off to bed before I get Flu!
© Dave Timperley 2012
Categories:
heaters, funny,
Form:
Free verse
The younger crowd will not believe this bit of lore I fear,
But operating vehicles was more complicated in yesteryear!
For example, to signal turns you hung your arm out the door,
And to dim the lights there was a dimmer switch mounted on the floor!
If, alas, you punctured a tire, you repaired it with an inner tube.
You parked your car over a pit at the garage for an oil change and lube.
The gearshift lever was on the floor and it was always in the way,
'Specially when with your sweetie you tried to make a little hay!
To start the engine on some cars you used a knuckle bustin' crank!
To open a convertible top, you had to give it a humongous yank!
Heaters operated sporadically and in the winter you froze your tush!
Air conditioning was the passing breeze sans cooler buttons to push!
Dogs and chickens were shooed away with an oogah-oogah horn.
Shock absorbers were rare - jouncing, squeaky springs kept cars airborne
Lots of chrome and rumble seats were available for the more audacious.
Folks huddled close together since seating wasn't all that spacious!
There was a clutch to fool with and you depended on mechanical brakes.
A long trip over two-lane roads was certain to give you pains and aches!
About the only good thing about cars back then is when you filled the tank.
You needn't seek a usurious loan (as you do today) from the local bank!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
heaters, funny, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
When winter comes ,demand for warmth is more due to falling
Ice which makes the environment cozy and white .
Not only water surfaces are frozen ;birds and others migrating,
Temperature keeps falling as chimneys and heaters reduce this plight,
Extreme one leads to snow traps ,though snow play is fun.
Rate of taking alcohol is high, and thick clothing are worn.
Categories:
heaters, seasons, winter,
Form:
Acrostic
That part, gotta follow your own heart.
Living in the blind.
Living in the dark.
Looking for a fresh start.
Avoiding the narcs,
And them punk ass marks,
That's got, no heart.
Coming like a turd,
Better yet a fart.
Sprinkle the pepper by the door
For the dogs,
Coming with the barks.
Grab the gat,
Toast that ass, like some Pop tarts.
No mercy, no gravity, for bringing the salt.
One man down, then two, it's not my fault.
No time to think twice
Like a fish in a net, get caught.
Your lost.
Bitches trying to bring it.
I got something for them chickas,
Way sweeter.
Never follow the crowd,
Always been a leader.
Stepping into these hands,
*****, I'm coming with some heaters.
You gone think your nigga beat yah!
Write, erase then read yah!
"Got the salt by the door,
To keep them demons from coming in"!
"Keep them demons from coming in".
"Keep them demons from coming in".
Pepper on stand by,
"To keep them dog's from sniffing"!
"Keep them dog's from sniffing"!
"Them dog's from sniffing".
Categories:
heaters, art, poetry, self, spiritual,
Form:
Lyric
Weekdays I toiled in honest sweat; weekends were for the blokes
down at the pub or at the footy, hearing tales and telling jokes.
Forget about the wife at home; her nagging only causes trouble.
But single girls and alcohol soon burst our marriage bubble.
Sacked for my sins and left alone; she screamed enough’s enough.
So I showed her the open door and said I couldn’t give a stuff.
Kids and her were off to Mum; my troubles now were nought,
‘til an agency was ringing me - the one for child support.
Thirty-four percent they said drove me to a blinding rage!
Add this to rent and power; it damn near stole my wage!
There’s nothing there to compromise, for anything I need,
‘cause those mongrel public servants had my money garnisheed.
For years that mob have hounded me, but my kids are doing fine,
with their fancy toys, designer clothes, not like the rags of mine.
Their diets quite attractive too, not like the health foods of my ilk …
seven days week-in week-out - boiled rice and powdered milk.
Now my phone’s cut off, my heaters bung; I just afford the power bill.
So I wrap myself in ‘skinny’ blankets and I watch the ‘telly’ ‘til
Ray Martin fixes up the world, where I find it hard to see,
that anyone upon his show is now worse off than me.
But on the screen of doom and gloom, sat another bloke in strife.
That child support mob struck him down destroying too his life.
He’d forked out many thousands before discovering with dismay,
he’s not the Father of the child. This was proved with D.N.A.
Could I too have been stitched up; those kids may not be mine.
There could have been conspiracy leaving me to pay the fine,
I may not be their Father; D.N.A. will prove I am or not,
and if by chance I’ve been cuckold I’ll sue the bloody lot!
‘How hot can the water get’… I should have shut my flamin’ trap.
That bloody mob from child support are preparing for another scrap.
Those kids of mine are mine all right; now that bunch of thieving crooks,
reckon through my D.N.A - found another twenty in their books.
Categories:
heaters, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Differences; Difference Is
Some call it interracial some call it jungle fever
Difference between you and them is your love grows hotter than fall heaters
To you its beautiful to them it's unheard of
They ask you why can't you do what every one else does
And that's because of your differences
Difference is it's your world against what they say
Walk their path or live life your own way
Don't adjust the color let them see the light
It's about your own happiness and the flavors you like
It's all an equation but color shouldn't be variable
Evil resides in the mind set so others are always unstable
To you it ain't no thing to them it's an sin number 11
People seen to desert you as if forgotten on an isle
In time they may see the error of their ways
Until then guard ya mind against the worlds that they say
Live the way you live
Thrive above the view and the lies
Disregard the color and hold your love above it all
Categories:
heaters, life, love, people, love,
Form:
ABC