Best Microwaved Poems

The dead still walk
within our memories,
and breathe 
and smile 
and talk
inside that strange preserve we keep,
a room still redolent with life
above the boxes where they sleep.

What irony prevails, that we
may call them forth upon a whim
as frozen servants microwaved,
enjoyed, and then returned at will
to their...

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Friend to pancakes and scrambled eggs
Slices of heaven from succulent pigs
No sleepy head can stay asleep
Bacon's aroma makes taste buds weep

No cheeseburger can survive
When Bacon is piled up high
The sandwich of the gods
Bacon from the meat of hogs

Flavor savor smells so good
Eat it Eat it...

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ON  BEING  A  SAUSAGE  ROLL

Our other sausage acquaintances are real –
Flavoured, pigmented, heated
By boiling or frying :
They have their dignity, though they too be eated.

Our natural features, our inner glories,
Are pastry-coated and abide
In small bags from ye take-away,
All similar and eaten...

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The bachelor sits alone
eating his microwaved dinner
the commercials say they're tasty
but he begs to differ.
tonight, its pot roast and beans
for dessert, a lousy brownie
honestly, I wouldn't serve this to the jailbirds
locked up at county.
They're cheap and easy to fix 
or so they say
comes complete with...

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-	Written August 11, 2018

I lay down in silent agony, left unsure,
Drowning in distress, yet happiness will be a stone, rolling back on me in an instant or in a moment…anxiety heightened 

You are chopped onions in my eyes…
You shed over a million lies, cries, byes….
Tired...

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Born unto a century after the fact

What can i say ?

That has not been said already

Everything i say

Feels like i am just copying the cat 

Word's of love and passion have
been overdone

So to is pain and loss

The changing season's are 2 a bit

And both history...

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the joyous partner the microwave
it has become my chef
alas not quite my mother's hand
but for its swiftness of foot
there is no other
yes i survive on the TV dinner
oh dear Lord i have shown my age
frozen until my vittles need calling
it is a world of the...

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A bachelor's life is, by necessity, quite simple
We're generally the same ourselves
Complications we avoid
They take from us too much energy
And if you look at our kitchen shelves
You'll almost always see
Our gourmet pre-made food
is for us the key
We would not know how to fry
an egg or...

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Standing head and shoulders 
Above seated students
Professing all he knows
And much he doesn't
Through squeaky chalk
Bored with lessons learned
Tattered black jacket collar
Covered with white dust
Like the dandruff 
Of  faded knowledge
Waiting for the last bell
And cacophony of students
Exiting for a night on the town
So he can...

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fear makes it all so real,
the people round us dropping like
flies, with no age spared & no
combination of genes, environment
or upbringing, determined to be
perfect, so as to locate its reason or
motive---for it creeps in, seemingly
indiscriminately & yet,
every fake sugar packet gets questioned,
every deodorant used, every...

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Witchy, with a big fat wart
so horrid not a man would court.

She could have shed it with a spell,
so handsome men would ring her bell.

But Witchy's not the sharpest tool.
In conjuring, she was the fool.

A spell to be craved and adored.
She giggled as her magic...

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Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.

Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with  Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.

Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.

Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly...

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I awake at Midnight as if my dream had been just a dream, heavy breathing,heart pounding and sweat dripping down my face.I call for you only to hear the echo of my own voice."Poppop" i screamed out only to hear the howling wind hitting the...

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I sign, and from the moment when my ink -
naive and plain - lays down its life, I cry.

Microwaved air brushes against anxiety
plays with our concentration, dances with sweat.

Our eyes: giant pendulums patrol inside this brimming bucket, guarding the lies.

Children, ragged and seemingly archaic, graze
in...

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Rainbow lips smiling shaped my joy
I heard birds of paradise singing
as she spoke
When she was asking me
for directions,
my thoughts got lost in translation

Such virgin beauty was foreign to me,
a battle-scarred heart
vegetated marching 
to the skin war of the sexes drumbeat

I drank the poison potion before,
and...

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