Best Kettle Poems
Fresh upon the morning grove,
With day becoming hot,
And sitting there upon the stove,
A kettle and a pot.
The kettle blew and lifted high,
And poured into the cup,
With that to see it’s bottom by,
And so the pot spoke up.
“Pardon me to even know,
For I don’t mean to meddle,
But you are all black down below,”
The pot said to the kettle.
For a moment to rebuff,
The kettle answered back,
“I’ve seen your bottom oft enough
And yours is just as black.”
Looking down and much contrite,
The pot did then exclaim,
“It seems that Kettle, you are right,
I guess we’re both the same.”
Lake, Pond, and Kettle
The lake is glistening beneath the sun,
and paddle boats leave ripples in the light.
The sky above, a lovely turquoise blue
with fluffy cotton-candy clouds in sight.
Sightseers settle on the wooden porch;
from rocking chairs, survey the lovely views.
While others, by the pond of large Coy fish,
observe their colors and designs that fuse.
Inquisitive and friendly, on the hunt,
they swim around the center fountain spray;
come close to take bread from a waiting hand,
then flip their tails to 'round again, make way.
Inside the lodge, it's four o'clock...tea time;
and coffee too is served, if you're inclined.
From the huge copper kettle tea is poured,
and cookies wait with cream and lemon rind.
The 'tea at four' at Mohonk Mountain House
is one of many joys at this retreat's
amazing, peaceful settings to relax
with nature's beauty, tea, and cookie treats.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Lake, Pond, Kettle
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Rules: Use Words: Lake, Pond, Kettle
Judged: 05/17/2018
An Eagle whose name is Don Henley
To media isn’t so friendly
He wrote “Dirty Laundry”
Left press in a quandary
But sneers at the poor from his Bentley
*Written May 11, 2014
whilst at kettle pond lake casino
wouldn't you know it started to snow
over the hill we slide
crashing limousine ride
the chauffeurs driving really did blow
2/10/18
this is for
kettle pond lake contest
gl all
red kettle red kettle
beat your drum
then
let
it
be
thy
will
be
done
oh
red kettle drum
Fish and Cornbread for Dinner
Ma Kettle tired from housework, disheveled gray hair,
dressed in her long pioneer floral cotton dress,
black boots, sauntered to her garden as she always did,
same place, same time of the day, every day,
and sat on a bench nestled near a pond
taking a rest with a jar of moonshine.
She watched the bright orange colored koi
swim around and it gave her a hankering to go fishing.
She got her straw hat and fishing pole and drove to the lake.
Her moonshine in hand, three fish in the pan,
and cornbread in the iron kettle for dinner.
2/20/2018
Contest: Kettle, Pond, Lake
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Early morning sunlight dances
Upon Rebeckia
That bright gold flower of summer's
End, jealous Cassiopeia
The flower boxes receive small
amount of rays
Sunlight draws out blossoms white
On the Begonia today
There is a peaceful feeling here
A touch of quiet settles
The crickets enjoy their time
Before morning's kettle
Monday morning August 15, 2016
Oh, lidded kettle boil me water fast
I cannot live without your heated blast
Your spout is small but perfect for its use
And, as your lid is hinged. it can’t get lost
An electric kettle made by Russell Hobbs
A teapot with a spout and lid with knob
Are what the English need in times of storm
If crisis comes, we need tea hot, not warm
I don’t object to diverse kettle brands.
We had a coal fire once with kettle stand.
Its metal black from soot an burned by coke
We made our neighbours tea which seemed to smoke.
Ah ,kettle , instrument of civil life
We cannot boil our water on a knife.
the day the kettle called me black-back,
we had some thing in common
"them drugs never lied,
and triggers don't pull them selves.
time never turned a wife into a whore,
hate never told the blinded racist minds to abhor."
One more Christmas has passed,
The memories of good tidings and hearing Merry Christmas
Took on a whole new meaning this year.
The business of running around, catching up on the holiday
Errands of what needed to get done to make my holiday complete
Can in no way compete with the fresh meaning of Christmas that
Has found me again.
See, when I had walked up to the entrance of a certain convenience store
I met a sweet man standing at a red kettle, ringing a bell.
He was so full of Heaven's glow that I wanted to share some lovely memories
Of friendship.
I entered the store and bought the items needed.
I also bought the nice man some candy bars, and I made sure that
At the register to take some cash out of my card.
I then went back outside and put the cash in the kettle and gave this dear
Man a big hug and the candy bars for his day.
Yet you see it was he that made my day by his big bear hug and best
Wishes for the holiday.
Later I see this same man over at the grocery store.
I put some more coins in.
This man said, "I see you everywhere!" as I received another bear hug.
Then right before Christmas on Christmas eve I went back to the store
For last minute items, pulled out more coins to drop into the kettle.
Yet when I made it to the store's entrance the ringing of the bell had stopped.
My angel was nowhere to be found.
The best gift this year were not the presents,
But the love of God... the refreshment of my soul to last throughout time.
I love a cup of tea in the morning,
coffee at night and in the afternoon.
Tea with the sun,
coffee with the moon.
I love caffeine,it keeps me awake.
How many sugars do I take?
I take no sugar in my tea
because it taints the flavour, you see.
One in my coffee to take away the bitterness,
just the one,no more,no less.
I don't like stewed tea,
I like it just right but I like my coffee strong,
it has to have that bite.
Have a cup of tea when you're feeling upset,
a good chat too,
the best remedy you can get.
Have a cup of coffee when you're feeling tired
but don't over do it,
else you'll be wired.
A nice slice of cake goes well with both,
with tea,Victoria Sandwich,
with coffee fruit loaf.
Caffeine's still a drug
so have respect for it,
if you drink it late at night,
your sleep you will forfeit.
So put the kettle on,
let's have a nice brew
but remember that I'm fussy
so don't let it stew.
Light the oven with a spark
Wearing paper gloves in the dark
Add water: a litre
From a distance of a metre
Add a rampant stinging nettle
Then its ready: a chocolate kettle
a big helping of kettle corn
a good classic movie starring spencer tracy
money left over from all bills paid....for once
no cares in the world....for now
monday nowhere in sight....at least not yet
a good woman still holding me down
me rubbing her back as we react to said spencer tracy movie
somewhere along the way katharine hepburn shows up
a two horror flicks with boris karloff and bela lugosi respectively are coming on next
we feel as if we are in heaven...the big helping of kettle corn is all almost gone....
....heaven help our stomachs later on....
POLLY'S KETTLEDRUM
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Kettle of fish, different, cliche, song?
Kettledrum, melodic sound all its own.
Let's not forget Polly, coz she put one on.
Perhaps she had a pond in her garden,
don't really know, I beg your pardon.
Now, what about Polly's massive lake?
She had one, oh yes make no mistake.
It is where she put her kettle on.
The lake, oh yeah, was once her pond.
Cream scones', with a cup of Polly's tea.
Delicious, if you were there you would agree.
Tea done, she had a band, well just a drum,
Yep, you guessed, 'a Kettle one'!
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2/1O/18
Kettle, Pond, Lake - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
Kettle, Pond, Lake
The kettle is boiling,
It’s cold outside,
Making myself warm,
By drinking some tea.
I look through the window,
I see the ducks,
They swim in the pond,
Aren’t they cold?
I decided to go out for a walk,
Discovering wonderful nature,
I sit beside the lake,
Thinking of all the wonderful things the world has done.