Best Refrigerated Poems
EXCUSE ME!!!!
Do you not see me
standing before you?
Do you not realize that I,
a black woman had a life
that mattered too?
The black woman appears to be
the best kept secret in death
being wiped from the face of the earth
where many won’t remember
our names or know of our existence
When black girls vanish
the only way anyone knows is
through the newsfeed of social media
when white girls vanish
the news media makes sure
the world is notified
while paying no attention
to the clues of plasma
footsteps we leave behind
Many ignore the crimson bleed
of life that seeped
from the opening of the
slashed throat racism made
leaving us to become
the mutilated corpse lying
on the ground society
relentlessly steps over
We’re viewed as a nothing gender
Melanated race of women
often deemed as bothersome or angry
The bellows of our spirits
are discombobulated
as we quickly become
shadows of unrecognized Queens
we are being killed in alarming masses
and all you can say is we must of had it coming
Black women are the givers of the
black lives that are supposed to matter
still we are looked upon
as the doormat placed at
the bottom of the totem pole
you seem to enjoy wiping your feet on
When it comes to black men,
you are seen and heard,
be it good bad or indifferent
but how high must a black woman jump
in order to be seen
how loud must a black woman shout
in order to be heard
Better yet
how many black women need to
be annihilated before our lives
are mourned and celebrated
Brothers, are you willing to
stand up to protect us, even if it's
your fellow brother we need
to be protected from
Our life and death must not be in vain
So what will you do in order change it
Remember,
black women marched for you
don’t you think it's time you march for us?
We are forced into invisibility
like the remnants of
Sandra Bland’s disparity
that was swept under the rug
and lifeless body of Kanika Jenkins
they shoved into a refrigerated coffin
Nia Wilson’s memory they washed away
along with her blood that stained the platform
of a Bay Area Transit Station
or Breonna Taylor and Atatiana Jefferson's peace
they fatally laid to rest in the confines
of their own home
I will forever remember their names...will you??
Categories:
refrigerated, america, anger, black african
Form:
Free verse
Mawmaw's icebox fruitcake sliced
Expose those colorful candied fruits
coarsely diced and smell so very nice
Sweetened condensed milk doesn't dilute
Chopped pecans and raisins~tasters recruit
How about you?
Recipe:
I box Graham Crackers crushed
Add three cups chopped dried candied fruits(different colors)
Add 3/4 cup raisins
Add 1 1/2 cups of chopped nuts your choice
One cup of miniture Marshallows
1 can of sweetened condensed milk poured over all
Stir until all is moist..If not quite enough add either
Marachino Cherry liquid or sweet milk
It needs to be a little sticky
Keep the Graham Cracker box and cut the top wide part on three sides
to make a flap, line the box with wax paper
Press the mixture into the box and seal up with cling wrap
Keep refrigerated until ready to serve..
This is a very good fruit cake, moist and very rich
A very small slice is all needed with some milk or coffee
When
Categories:
refrigerated, food,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Need a fender? A replacement hood?
J.D. Body Parts won't do you any good.
See, here you'll find ankles and feet in aisle 3.
Torsos on aisle end-caps, for all to see.
Heads and genitals in the refrigerated section
in the rear. This week we have a special sale
if you need an ear.
Legs in the toy aisle, aisle 6, stacked neatly
next to the Legos and the pick up sticks.
If it's merely a scalp for which you do shop,
you can check out the backroom, where we
there chop. Fingers in the snack aisle, aisle
number five. And they're so fresh, you'd swear
they're still live.
If you need some help to find a part, just ask
the manager, he'll fill your cart.
And you'll find he's quite a charmer.
Our store manager, Jefferey Dahmer!
Categories:
refrigerated, business, funny, history, parody,
Form:
Burlesque
"A Cook" has a family to feed now
And food in the "Refrigerated" space is low
"Empty' is the panty but garden endows
So she visits "The Garden" lain in rows
Outside the garden gate she takes "A Pause"
Just a moment in time to God says "Thanks"
Before "The Morning Chore" gives Sonrise applause
She begins work "Transformed" beside potato banks
"Georgia Peaches" she peels; sings "The Same Song"
Today there won't be a changed "Epilogue"
"Recipe For Change" comes further along
Later complaints "Just For You" she'll catalogue
"Succulent Georgia Peach Pie" she'll serve up
The gentle cook will fill your empty cup.....
Sponsor: Adam Hapworth
Contest: Its All In The Title
10 to 15 lines/any form theme
Written August 20,2013
I am no longer able to garden
I do miss those fresh vegetables..
Categories:
refrigerated, life,
Form:
Sonnet
I sold the oven and bought a microwave
I can't even make a pot roast
(You took the cookbook with you)
It's like my torture chamber for refrigerated food
Zapping all the nutrition like a superpower
I make that nerdy reference cause you're not around
The audience in my head is the only sound
So you can keep your Ronald McDonald hair due
I'll keep my pride and my wallet
You can keep your "garden trimmings" I pretend to like
And I'll live off Hot Pockets
When you leave through that door
Don't forget the makeup that makes you pretty
I'm making popcorn for a grand total of one
Cause there's more for me
I'm kicking my feet up on the table,
Do you like the rings?
(I fed your handmade coasters to the dog)
I'm taking it easy like a log on a lake
Letting the leaves pile up cause I don't have to rake
Through out the whole day I'm flipping through the channels
Shirtless... I don't have to wear this ugly flannel
Baby, you can just walk on by
I'll even wave you a goodbye
(Can't mouth the words with Bud Light don't my throat)
I'm redecorating the house
Burnt the traps and claimed a pet mouse
(Made a bed for him from my "favorite" coat)
And without you around
I can be more frivolous with my money
I'm ordering take out with a side of fried rice
Cause there's more for me
Categories:
refrigerated, humorous,
Form:
Lyric
Day before Thanksgiving I come home from high school
my mom in the kitchen roasting ,baking, cooking
Busier than a cranberry merchant
throw away tin foil pans aligned with gourmet delights
Collard greens, string beans, roasted ham, stuffed turkey, candied yams lay on the kitchen table
and on the counter top sweet potato pie, apple pie, chocolate cake
all made from scratch
In a bowl rest her famous potato salad
ready to be refrigerated overnight
I know better
and stayed out of her way
I am dying to satisfy my hunger but I know better
because she is cooking tomorrow’s dinner
Anyway I asked what’s for dinner
She asked, “how was your day at school”
I lied and said everything is ok
and in the process I steal a few cheese cubes
which are for her baked Macaroni and Cheese
She makes me a small plate of food
And I go up stairs to my room
The aromas coming from my mom’s kitchen
on the day before Thanksgiving holds special memories and comfort in my heart
Categories:
refrigerated, family, heart, love, mother,
Form:
Free verse
New Dating Site
Sign up today with grunt or groan or moans
Our specimens are dateable or so we say
Sign up to Date-It-Mate-It web-site right away
Without delay, today, or die
True love is hard to find so make it easy
Variety is the spice of life so try a different species
We do not discriminate. It’s party time
Animal, vegetable, minerals and clowns of every kind
We will set you up with anything that we can find
Don’t look under rocks to find a mate
We’ve taken the liberty for your convenience and your sake
To secure your bug like buddies and snakes for future dates
Kept In a jar, a box and under glass
We have men and women refrigerated
Some even come alive but only at a princely price
Frogs are perfect for one night
Marriages are performed at Date-It-Mate-It
With whips and chains, we have no shame
We'll hook you up with I-Pads with your name
Nothing is left to chance
Nothing goes to waste for your romance
Bricks and stones are half price at our site
Sex with them is fine and we sell blinders
Critters are for free and come with leashes
Date it-Mate it-web site does it right
We make all couples fit
By using crow bars and pliers
And if it doesn’t work
We will kill it, to eat it, or wear it home
Use credit cards for your convenience
But we don't take them all the time
Due to local ordinances and obvious crimes
Signing up is easy as can be
“X” marks the spot
Simply state your species
And preferences between the sheets
Date-it-Mate-It loves to please
Sign up today
You will never leave
Categories:
refrigerated, abuse, adventure, business, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
With a 7-Eleven Big Cup eulogy slurp
And a McDonalds Big Mac pall bearer burp,
it’s Big Boy Slim Jim holiday mourning time
Take a family reunion picnic funeral ride
to a cemetery last supper barbeque burial ...
shovel down the gullet styrofoam servings
of coffin words charcoal dirtside purged
Famous food jingles playing over the radio
was the final ear candy corpse dish heard
Box of chocolates and cake frosting flowers
bring back such fond broken diet memories
And guilty pleasures
of Weight Watchers infidelities
Illicit affairs of late-night microwave heated morsels
brought forth categorically caloric denials ...
refrigerated temptations
tiptoe sneaking down the pie-hole
Oh, the double-layered life you led,
the gravedigger cravings you had
You always pillow stashed
an eclair energy bar
under the silk sheets kissy lipstick red,
to stimulate your gastro-erotic appetite after midnight
Carnal tastings of naked delight ... good belly vibrations —
sugar rush,
melted butter
Buckets of caramel popcorn love ...
Lip-smacking custard creampies,
your tongue couldn’t get enough
Popsicle toes,
finger licking
Mouth watering pickles,
spicy honey breasts of chicken
Succulent crab legs,
steamed oyster juices exotic
Lobster chowder brie ... pure aroma ecstasy
You took a Cajun deep creole swallow,
spooning the bottom of the gumbo pot
Relaxing those alligator jaws for the belching last time,
loosening your belt past the final notch
Satisfied donut eyes orange glaze hollow,
cinnamon bun thoughts be on your English muffin mind:
Restaurant quality neo-mortician style buffet,
wine cellar casket smorgasbord
Undertaker carry-out at the Last Breath café,
with a menu selection to die for
Oh, the extra toppings life you led,
such gravedigger cravings you had
Time to put your Pizza Hut pepperoni desires to bed,
and brain-freeze
that last heaping spoonful of Big Frosty in your head
Then close them Cheesecake Factory eyes,
when those antacid,
digestive ...
gluttonous lights go dead
Categories:
refrigerated, death, food, surreal, symbolism,
Form:
Burlesque
My past a mixed brew grilled by time
scarred by an ardor with an expiry date
curdling bone liver heart
dry as refrigerated omellete
a breakfast for one, and later
tea stale in stab of youtube replays
because we are bleeding, leaving
mocked by reality which once glued
our hours together, and now a story
absolutely pulp fiction, hard boiled
to a numb indifference, although
I miss those rugged jeans
scratching gym- stroked thighs
as we fight again again about
the difference between and time and love
while our room screams of
my heartbreaking chains released...at last
2/11/2017
Nicola Bryne’s You Broke My Heart Contest
Categories:
refrigerated, 3rd grade, angst, love
Form:
Free verse
The last plasma puff of the engine invites them out
Of the vessel, wearing refrigerated high-tech suits
Equipped complete with claw-like studs gripping cracked grout,
Fighting for balance against the gusts in their pursuit.
Tsal pulls out the holo-tablet to map their position
And consult the travel plan. The air crackles to life
At the rod in his hand's and the one on his chest's intersection
Showing in script and diagrams what once was humanity's hive.
A step on a fish bone draws a snap which pulls
His eyes downwards then around the oily dirty landscape
Where lay more bones from different creatures whose lives were culled
By a slow death they'd tried in vain to escape,
Probably the last of each of their species to have braved heat,
Thinning air, toxins in solid, liquid and gas form everywhere.
Tsal thought of who'd ate whom last at the eve of total defeat
As lives became meatless skeletons after plants had left here.
Ok! Back to finding the once supreme masters of this rock
Who built the cranes surrounding this now barren and dry seabed,
As if adorning the grave of many a beast. With some luck,
The image in his hand lights red as it hovers over a broken bone head.
(c) Nyonglema
Let's all go out and support Earth Hour on 28th March 2015 and yearly!...let's make this silence of whirrs and buzzes a little LOUDER.
Categories:
refrigerated, death, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Verse
I’ve been working since I was twelve years old,
But my first on-the-books job
Was as a sailor in the US Navy,
Gunners Mate.
Six years and three Westpac deployments.
Fifty months of sea duty
Changed me for good and bad.
Over the years since,
I’ve had many terms of employment,
Both full and part-time.
My part-time jobs have included
Hanging wallpaper and painting houses.
Building stockade style fences.
Landscaping and more landscaping.
Cleaning commercial kitchen exhaust hoods.
I’ve been a receptionist at yoga studios,
A registered yoga instructor,
A certified personal trainer,
A high school cross country,
Wrestling, and track & field coach.
I’ve been a substitute teacher
At every grade level, K-12.
I’ve also been a supervisor of
Student teachers earning their
Master’s degrees in education.
Most recently, I work as a museum docent.
My full-time jobs have included
Bartender in a low-life country dive.
(Yes, I drank on the job.)
Laborer in a garment factory,
(Yes, I drank on the job.)
A refrigerated trailer factory,
(Yes, I drank on the job.)
And a lamp factory.
(It was too hot to drink anything but water on the job.)
I’ve engraved gift items in a mall kiosk.
Yes, I drank on the job.
I’ve worked at a day camp for disabled adults
And was a resident advisor in a facility
For profoundly disabled adults.
I’ve been a public-school custodian,
And a teacher of high school history and sociology,
My longest tenure at any job, by far.
My final full-time job
Was as a maintenance superintendent
In a seventy-building garden apartment complex.
I’ve also been a writer of fiction
Who draws from experience
Attempting to fashion a plausible tale.
Categories:
refrigerated, work,
Form:
List
There’s nothing finer than a strong woman with compassion
A strong woman who has love going on
A strong woman who knows what’s she wants
Without being hard or belligerent
A strong woman makes weak men intimidated
A strong woman who is warm not cold as refrigerated
A strong woman has ample appeal
Especially to men who like it real
Strong women are to be desired
Their priceless strength is always to be admired and loved.
Categories:
refrigerated, strength, women,
Form:
Free verse
Refrigerated white clad knight
A thousand horses pull
With their might, prancing 'pon the road
Cargo hull loaded full
Up and down the expressway roam
See vehicles and roads
Rarely getting to visit wife
And place of home's abode
Same billboards everyday stored in
Memory~packed away
Loners tucked in but need escape
Complex puzzle at play
Inspired by a tractor/trailer truck
on the expressway.....
Categories:
refrigerated, life,
Form:
Rhyme
What’s with the frosty attitude,
are you mad at me
for the tough love words I said to you?
A blanket and sheet in the hallway
tells me my bed is gonna be the couch tonight
Sometimes a person gotta suffer some
for telling their spouse what’s right
She keeps giving me the prune face,
like she done drank some milk with a sour taste
Sour milk coming from between her breasts,
heart pumping out marital hate between the chest
What be the cause for this tainted love?
Told her to quit chirping with the gossip
Her and her close friends talking about their neighbors;
spreading rumors, getting into their private business
That ain’t good at all ...
being a busybody, you’re prone for a fall
Carrying here say from a third party place,
that kind of behavior leaves a sour taste
What our neighbors do that don’t concern me and you,
let it be ... leave it alone
Because of your troubling, meddlesome ways,
I’m gonna have a hard sleep tonight
when I get home
Cold silence ain’t gonna make the morning taste fresh,
not with sour milk still coming from between your breasts
Stop your heart
from pumping out hate between your refrigerated chest —
Get rid of that sour milk and it’s deleterious effect
Repentance and forgiveness are the loving twin breasts,
which yields healing lactose ...
brings couples back close
This milk of magnesia cures marital tummy upsets best
Categories:
refrigerated, conflict, forgiveness, marriage, spiritual,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
blended family
in papers colored with
broken history crayons
of black and white
black boy run
people read love backwards
tongue bitten it bleeds evol
sun grows seeds evil
grew a tree together
but fruits are collected with
hate in the eyes
soul refrigerated
black boy shirtless
running the woods
of nature
shivering with poetry
a blanket of sonnets
he seeks
forefathers collected
wisdom
from ponds
Categories:
refrigerated, black african american, black
Form:
Free verse