Best Hot Potato Poems
My pen, as though wounded, bleeds,
Who on earth, its blood-flooding sound, heeds?
Tabula rasa papers turn pregnant,
Messages of peace-brim-filling excitement;
Midst clanging of shiny swords,
Who witnesses the wounded words?
Poetry is for lunatics, they say,
Might moves mountainous sway;
Blood should paint the world maps,
Dead should adorn the scull-caps;
Shells should illumine skyscrapers,
No podium for poetry-papers;
They march forward with philosophies such,
Though fear within, deadliest weapons they clutch;
Like monsters and vampires they fight,
Many, to Hades, take their flight;
Peace-poems, often, become wraps,
Of their not-so-hot-potato chaps;
My wounded heart, together with my pen, yearns,
Insane humans to realize their hate-churns;
Having battles lost and won,
Laurels of pride, heads adorn;
Losing wife, children, friends, kith-and-kin,
Sensory organs, like neon gas, brunt within;
Those survive try to trace and read the peace writings,
Die, ultimately, in perennial musings...!
28 March 2022
Then...
Born amongst confusion
Orphaned
Left behind
Lost the ones I love
Life was a hot potato
No family
Imagination was my only true friend
In the sky
Crashed in a new land
Unknown
Scared
New faces
Made friends
Lost friends
Found love in music
Found love in writing
Found where my soul belonged
Now...
I am older
I want to be immature
I want to be childish
Life should be new
Grateful for the opportunities
Grateful for the chance at life
Life can slow down
Life can speed up
I cherish every moment
Cause it may never happen again
Tomorrow...
as written when I was 15
White potato, Sweet potato, Hot potato, Irish.
White, sweet, hot, and Irish..
Spuds for all occasions.
We fry'em.We slice'em.We dice'em.We bake'em.
We mash'em.We hash'em.We whip'em, then dip'em.
I like'em next to my hamburger.French fried.
If you're hungry girl? Just give me a call.
Bring the knife, the fork, the plate, and you all.
We're ready for spuds, and we drink lots of suds.
The party is movin', and we're really groovin'..
So come on down, to our Irish Pub.
There's plenty of food, and loads of fun.
White potato, Sweet potato, Hot potato, Irish..
White, sweet, hot, and Irish.
Spuds for all occasions.
We fry'em.We slice'em.We dice'em.We bake'em.
We mash'em.We hash'em.We whip'em, then dip'em.
I like'em next to my hamburger.French fried.
Spuds for all occasions..
Potato-Food-Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2000,2015..ALL rights reserved..
Agrarian....agriculture
wet and dry affecting bolster
basic grain pre-market commodity
dispersal targets rift uncommonly
Feedstock fodder higher priced
milk,egg,cheese will future thrice
upkeep livestock feel the strain
lack of grain...we'll all feel the pain
Corn,wheat,rice and soybean
hot potato money machine
pass the buck absorb the cost
surcharge tacked as all not lost
A Real Gender Bender
I drove on down to the grocery store
to buy myself some meat
milk and eggs and veggies
And variety of treats
When I pulled into the parking space
She was pulling out
I quickly rolled my window down
and gave a little shout
Well, she may have stopped in time
to save my poor car's fender
But what took place, after that
Was a real Gender Bender
When she got out of her car
I notice she was tall
And nothing about this lady
Would I describe as small
But a sexy hot potato
Blond hair blue eyes an all
Boobs, Butt, a nice tight waste
She could strut it all
With the flutter of her eyes
and a pucker of her lips
she strolled on over to me
hypnotizing, with her hips
As she bent down to my window
Her cleavage made me sigh
I had a feelin', of gettin' "Lucky"
'Till "HE" punched me in the eye
A DARKNESS HAS OVERSHADOWED ME WITH A SADNESS THAT IS
OVERWHELMING.
NUMBING MY SPIRIT, FREEZING MY SOUL AND LEAVING ME COLD.
LONELINESS DROPPED ON ME LIKE A HOT POTATO.
SHAKING ME INTO ISOLATION.
MY HEART IS SHATTERED AND MY MIND IS HALLUCINATING.
WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS THE WAY I FEEL THEY SEEM TO DISAPPEAR FROM
MY MOUTH.
AFTER THE SHOCK LEFT MY BODY THE TEARS BEGAN TO FLOW FROM MY
EYES.
I SCREAMED UNCONTROLLABLY UNTIL I WAS BREATHLESS.
MY MIND BEGAN TO RACE AND MY HEART BEGAN TO ACHE.
ASKING MYSELF HOW MUCH MORE CAN I TAKE.
I WAS LEFT IN DISBELIEF BY SOMEONE THAT I CARE FOR SOMEONE THAT I
LEANED ON.
NOW I AM ALL ALONE DIGGING FOR ANSWERS TO WHY THIS HAS HAPPENED.
WHY HAS THIS COME ABOUT THE RUG HAS BEEN PULLED FROM UNDER MY
FEET.
WHERE MY HEAD AND THE GROUND SOON MEET.
WHAT MORE IS THERE FOR ME TO SAY BUT THAT I MUST CARRY ON EACH
DAY.
WHILE DARKNESS LURKS IN MY PRESENCE.
Save Malaysia Today
S - Some time ago, there was a sovereign fund named 1MDB...
A - All too soon, there were mounting allegations of suspicious activities...
V - Various allegations hinted of serious financial and administrative irregularities..
E - Ere you know it, the hot potato that is 1MDB is fouling up the economy...
M - My country Malaysia today is a nation of highly stressed daily living….
A - All my countrymen are suffering from a drastic rise in the cost of living…
L - Lives everywhere are struggling to cope with a falling economy…
A - As the drastic price rise in raw petroleum has pushed up pricings..
Y - Yet the government saw fit to introduce after 1st April 2015 GST, a pervasive
6% sales tax …
S - Sure enough, consumer prices immediately spiralled upwards as GST is a
cumulative form of tax…
I - In fact, the high petroleum price and this new sales tax has effectively double
the cost of living..
A - All Malaysians are increasingly disenchanted with the top man in the political
office…
T - There is a most historic gathering today of politicians in an effort to save the
Malaysian nation..
O - One impossible gathering of leaders from the ruling political party in cahoots
with the opposition …
D - Demands were made through various speeches presented by all the political
bigwigs in attendance..
A - All were in agreement that illegal donations, GST and 1MDB were linked to the
top minister's silence …
Y - Yet to be seen, will this gathering and a Citizen Declaration be just the spark to
save Malaysia?
As a nation, Malaysia is but a mere 28 million strong..
Diverse as she is, we as citizens sing together her national song...
Entitled Negara Ku or My Country, we all arise to pay homage as we sing...
With nationalism in our hearts, many a stellar citizen stands proudly...
Every time the song is trumpeted in any prize giving ceremony...
We are but a small country yet we all have big dreams...
How else can you explain our presence in the world stage ...
In Datuk Lee Chong Wei, the badminton world sees a supremo...
His skills and flair for his chosen game is second to no other..
His counterpart, Datuk Nicol Ann David, is just as stellar....
9 years of world status as number one in Woman Squash...
Her achievements eclipsed all other woman players in squash..
But what is this, what disaster brings upon us this latest atrocity...
Our democratically elected Prime Minister from the Razak family...
The venerated Najib Razak Prime Minister Elect and Finance Minister...
Voted and fingered in the whole of Asia as the worst finance minister ...
Decades of painstakingly brand building of the nation of Malaysia...
Many have witnessed how Malaysia emerged stronger in turbulent Asia..
After the ravages of the severe economic crisis back in the nineties ...
The colossal quagmire of an entity called 1MDB, touted as a sovereign fund...
On the back of government guarantees, it secured billions and billions in funds..
After many a mysterious and incomprehensible dealings and wheelings...
1MDB is now a hot potato under suspicion as a conduit for money laundering..
Worse still it is widely perceived to swindle a nation of her citizen's money...
And horrors, the financial minister may have ill gotten gains in his accounts...
With a 50billion deficit and counting , 1MDB is set to be a colossal disaster....
Who is that Finance Minister? He has to be the worst in the whole of Asia!!!
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.my/2016/05/malaysias-prime-minister-najib-razak.html
You perforate my normality
with snap-shots of the past.
Images of yesteryear form
a slide show which interjects,
dove-tailing, sneaking in to
the now with the stealth of
the stealthiest fox.
Distracted from the present
my mind meanders down-stream,
pausing at a bridge arched over now
and then. Remembering when I was younger,
carefree, flitting between hearts,
scattering the lovelorn in my wake
like sown seeds, lost, never harvested.
Then flippancy of youth. The transience.
Easy come easy go -
before the burden of emotion takes its toll.
My fickle fingers touched your heart -
then dropped it, hot potato-like;
craved for then petulantly discarded,
out of fashion, gone, onto the next .....
Yet here you are merging then with now.
You found me somehow, and I you.
Back to the future. Time travelled
and catapulted into familiarity.
The perforation of normality.
Present in the present with the steel
of the steeliest fox.
As I walked down the streets of Laredo
I spied a Mexican hot potato
But better by far
A Cuban cigar
With a spicy Comanche tomato
I was riding my bike along a country road,
When I saw a big turtle carrying a strange load.
I got off my bike, then the turtle came to a complete stop.
He was protecting his shiny prize and refused to drop.
It was a bright half dollar in his mouth oddly enough.
He had a hard time getting it in his mouth so overstuffed!
I found a stick to give the turtle a poke,
To see if he would let it go, and not choke!
I prodded him, and he dropped it like a hot potato,
Then went off running, doing a little flamingo.
I pocketed the half dollar and went on my way,
Happy the turtle was free, and fifty cents now my pay.
we were taken again beyond the gates of katyn
I'd begun to challenge morale feelings over a sudden
stench bellowing from under the chartered tanks
silence abroad Auschwitz my knees chattered
while facing the cold damp window pane my heart
nearly shattered non responsive I suppose
I would remember small things like the empty clock
that sat on the night stand the coil spring the map
to belzec replaced with dead dandelions comfort
had become a slow moving line as we awaited for
the hot brass to brand our pale skin softly I whispered
why I must be next as the grunting hot breath
crawled down my back my only solace was hidden
inside the hem of rags I wore a passage read gravely
among Dante's most ravishing canto's oh how wretched
the mere past times that wandered aimously about
my arched form I'd remembered not to slump focusing
on the Catholic medallion of st Francis clutching it within
my raw chafed fist full of sores and blisters how pretty
I felt still while uniformed guards exposed the white letters
s and p the special kind policing the line leading this
morbid place I remembered my grandmother had gone
before us and now an awakening sight sang out through
this mist of fire breathing almost just beyond the palace
my memory of stale sourdough bread and hot potato soup
why I'd been here before clinging to life's treasures
I'd carefully opened excepting the gravity and useless attempts
of sparing the poor soul's behind me the line moved
yet again screams filled thee earths air as though
the sun had finally fallen into the ocean blue covering
thy living flesh I'd spoken calmly while meaningless
madness aroused my being over come with a past so
very well known memories of my father and not of my own
Having a field day:
My joy immense
At your expense
Immune to crocodile tears:
The old judge
Will not budge
Best thing since sliced bread:
Produced an innovation
Without any hesitation
Head above water:
Averting with persuasion
Bad financial situation
Child’s play:
Brand new toy
Jump for joy
Winter blues:
Right on cue
Down with flu
Shipwrecked:
Stuck on reef
Oh good grief!
Philosophy:
A hot potato
Tackled by Plato
Call it a day:
Do not commit
Time to quit
Play it by ear:
My only advice
Is to improvise
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A Six-word Couplet Series
contest hosted by Mark Toney
© 24th September 2018
War should be no more - I hope everyone could be together in unity &
accord & sing in a chorus of pure, dazzling bliss! I smell the odor of remorse and
hatred in the atmosphere...leaving me with scraps of terrifying fears & reducing
me to tears...stains of scarlet regret and pride is smeared on the swords of murderers - and they blame it on their frustration, pain and determination...competition is encouraged on these killing grounds and a peaceful frame of mind was never built here.
Aim towards the bull's eye - concentrate with your might...we're gonna get
through this plight whether we like it or not...do productive things to deal with
our anger and angst - reap what you sow and face your fates like a man...be
strong, be brave and be prepared to face your fears tonight! HUMBLE YOURSELVES and MOVE ON...move forward and dream of brighter days...the smoked-up, ebony and vermilion skies will fade away sooner than you think . . . confrontation embraces you all...but keep your head above the surface
Rage is thrown back and forth like a hot potato - who wins? Who has gone
missing? N-no one knows on the mysterious battle grounds or fields of endless
revenge..it smells of death and determination all in one...fight the fantastic fight
with triumphant victory close at hand! Here's some grand land that serves as our
resting spots - be peace-makers; be not back-biters, discord-makers or commotion-
brewers, sowing discord from head to toe! Graze in your own mazes of graceful grasslands of plenty and you'll be found in peace, instead of lost in chaos