Best Microwaves Poems

“Every year is a chess game. New Year is a new chess game! You make the right moves, you win the game!”
Mehmet Murat ildan


Questions of resolutions for new years day.
It's a comedic quest that's all I can I say.
No more gym promises, let 'love handles'...

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This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise its clefts, eco-wilderness morph
  into multiplex cinemas; mini golf 
and carparks - the 20th century gold fields.

A new rush...

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the ether is alive with oscillations
          pulsations and electric frequencies
              satellite and shortwave intonations
     invisible, yet carried on the...

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Identity Apples

iam a fat skeleton, resurrecting 
from the sad memories of dada 
and dark mysteries of aminism 
iam buganda 
i bleed hope 
i drip the honey of fortune 
makerere, think tank of africa 
i dance with you wakimbizi dance 
iam tanganyika 
i smell and fester...

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The Great Plains


Vast expanse of land,
Virginal, pure, and yet shaped by man’s hands, 
A rich and lustrous corn carpet,
An open land with distant horizon
Where man’s green fields and nature’s blue sky meet

Cows and deer fearlessly frolic
On man’s earth, bucolic
With the long spidery electrical wires,
The tall...

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My closets and garage overflowing with my stuff,
I couldn't afford to rent a storage unit because of the cost,
putting piles of our old clothes and shoes in various rooms,
one day I wanted to sweep and couldn't even find the broom,

In my kitchen had old coupons...

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You can gargel peanut butter
And slam a revolving door
You were born with a beard 
And at the age of two drunk your first beer
And afterward crushed the can on your head
You never run thats why you are Walker Texas Ranger
You help old ladies across the...

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When we made a call it cost a thin dime
We had no paramedics or fancy defibrillators
We had no microwaves or food in a box
We had no trash-compactor or garbage disposal
We had no gas lawnmower or battery powered saw

Our food did not have a shelf life...

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Grandpa gets up to change the channels
Grandma has a rotary phone
Microwaves scare them to bits
Garage door openers
ATM machines
Self-checkout lines
Computers
Cell phones
Not!...

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There's this break room—
Where I work, of course—
That holds three microwaves,
one refrigerator, a stove,
and two vending machines.
All cannot be younger than
Five years at the earliest.
This break room is tiled
But rather dirty despite
Monthly scrubbing and mopping.
I and my coworkers—
Most Guatemalans and
Salvadorans, but there is a
Single Mexican—eat...

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The sun rise moves too fast
 
  To notice that at last it's set again
 
  Where was I all that time?
 
  Where were you?
 
  And when did the stars become so many, and so few?
 
  So...

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Technological Breakdown.
.
Has Hi-tech technology
Now gone too far 
That we seem lost without
In this hedonistic instant gratification
Obsessed  days
.
Or were we better without it yesterday
When life was simpler and less complicated
In so many different ways
.
Of course it has made life easier
And communication better still
But I think...

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By Angeline Star

The ad stated that
the prospective employee 
should have the ability
to prepare and serve food samples 
using small appliances such as 
microwaves, fryers, skillets, coffee makers 
and knives.

He had a background
with knives....

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My favorite dish, when it’s all done and said
Is the metal one inside my head

The dish that heats up near microwaves
And makes airport security whisk me away

The dish that put roundness back in my skull
When before it looked like a concaved bowl

The dish I cover...

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Hungry cry of waking baby				
challenging the staccato				
of small arms fire.
School bus honking
over the droning hum
of I-phone ear-buds.
Wood fire banked against
searing desert winds
rattling glassless windows.
Pop tart in microwaves,
nutritional nuance
of the overfed
undernourished.
Dogs barking in the distance,
squeaking well wheels
bare feet padding
to distant comfort.
Beeping, one eyed tyrants,
demanding attention
“whatuwearin’”,
Rooster’s inane...

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