Best Spoon Poems
Strong Coffee Ate A Silver Spoon
Strong coffee ate a silver spoon
Blind feline lapped up the spilled milk
Sweet relief cannot come too soon
I slept on sheets of finest silk
Gone such dreams with vanishing moon
Dry toast from molded bread was made
Served with the world's gold gilded lies
Sides of temptations, well displayed
Seeds of regrets in cherry pies
I, a blind jackass, sorely brayed
Eggs were scrambled while feeling pain
Table sighed, "Why am I left bare?"
Except for heartache's tenured stain
and foolish pride that placed it there
I hear cries in horrid nightmares
Plum jam scooped from a broken jar
Morn's mirror showed my old hurts
bludgeoned by love's iron bar
Stove hissed at me, "Your just desserts!"
I deserved each deeply etched scar
Robert J. Lindley, April 2nd, 2002
Rhyme, (Early dawn, Breakfast speaks, Life's foibles)...
In a starless sky
the moon is a spoon that bashfully beams
behind white wisps of clouds.
You ask me where the stars have gone.
"Darling," I reply, "They shine in your eyes
more brightly than the silver moon.
It was a lovely sight gazing at the curved moon
Spooning with the tumultuous waves of the sea
I was walking along the lonely beach when this
Moon spooning called me and arrested my look
The night rapt in painting illusion in its universe
Now the moon chuckling and cuddling the crest
Next minute the crest spooning with the moon
Impatient to grow in glee to its full a golden orb
A perfect solitariness except the surreal sounds
Of tide rising to pulverize the moon on the sand
I keep gazing at the moon’s pretty bright cheek
The two moon spoons like dimples with drops of
Turquoise sea from the finger like Greek creeks
As if Pablo Picasso is painting the lovely spoons
Of liquid light raising a beauty of hide-and-seek
The world nowadays is mostly a place of pain
The scene of delight therefore was enchanting
I enjoyed as long as I could wait and quench
Then I put it in the pulsating pink treasure box
As an aim to dwell on to keep boredom at bay
October 30, 2017
For the Contest: Moon Spoon
Sponsored by :Kai Michael Neumann
She said she'd make some sandwiches,
he told her he could do it better.
She said, “Here, I’ve fixed some cold cuts!”
All he said was, “nuts!”
She told him she could cook Chinese
he told her he could do it better.
She said, “Here, I made Chop Suey!”
All he said was, “phooey!”
So then she thought she’d take him out
he still thought he could do it better.
When the waiter brought roast duck
All he could say was, “yuck!”
She thought perhaps dessert would cheer him
though he still thought he’d do better.
She bought pints of chocolate mint
All he said’s not fit to print.
And so they married, Spoon and Knife -
she lived to feed him; he to cut her.
With that spoon, she dug her grave
But truth be told, he did it better.
I didn't always adhere to the warnings of the experts
who declared nothing beyond time-outs should be used
to correct a child’s behavior—that parents must not,
even temporarily, take away a toy or a privilege OR
use “psychologically damaging” responses like
“What you just did was bad”!
When you, as a teenager, fought me at every turn,
when you despised me--or seemed to--
the experts' words came back to haunt me.
Still, I continued on my chosen path and tried
not to reveal how defeated and helpless I felt.
While the renowned psychologists were saying,
"The teenager's privacy must not be violated,"
I was watching you, not always from afar.
When, in spite of me, you began accomplishing a degree
privacy at the tender age of 14, you hid from me, opting
to use that freedom to forge risky relationships
that alienated you from those who really cared.
Over time, something beautiful happened.
You metamorphosed into a fine young lady.
As a parent, you have neither punished severely
nor spoiled your children. You've limited
their privacy and kept hold of the reins.
As they sneer at you and rebel, you wonder,
as I once did, If you've taken the wrong route.
I can't verbally assure you that you haven't.
I can't give you an encouraging embrace.
Perhaps I did enough while I was there.
January 1, 2019, entered in Emile Pinet's Free Verse Style Poetry Only contest,
placed 2nd
February 4, 2019, entered in Chantelle Anne Cooke's Favorite Free Verse Contest
Like sugar sprinkling after twilight, twinking stars come out to play.
A silver moon dips into them, then slips between two palms that sway
as you and I, beneath this bowl of sky, just spoon the night away!
Dec. 20, 2016 for Kai Michael Neumann's Moon Spoon Contest
Born with a silver spoon
In his mouth
But it's rusted now
By the heroin flame
A world of possibilities
Washed away by pain
The blue blood
In his veins
Is polluted by junk
After taking the step up
From smoking skunk
Just another junkie
Now
How the ambrosia of a crescent moon
pours honey on night's gypsy dance,
inflaming spoon of lips ... to blaze lovers' kiss!
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12.19.2016
Moon Soon for Kai Michael Neumann
What is spoon-feed?
Feeding our thoughts
Sincerity, Honesty and Truth
Called Constructive Criticism
Striving to be at our best
Helping because of love
Care
Understanding
Motivated to Construct
Mistakes, Errors, Faults
It is okay
We are not perfect
Why use hell
Instead of Condemned?
Hell is Bulls Eye
Exact place when condemned
When the sun has set like a ball of fire
colors like a funeral pyre
crescent moon in deep blue sky
indigo blue that sears the eye
crickets start their monotonous beat
praying in the sultry heat
hand in hand and heart to heart
infants waken with a start
old man takes his dying breath
soul escapes his body's death
spiders cross doorways with their web
a work of art so filled with dread
the rapping on the midnight door
the ghost who's there was here before
a child cries out, a nightmare dreamed
realities blur and rip the seams
what may appear as solid fusion
is just an agreed upon illusion.
MOON SPOON
gossamer moon shine
boat rocks gentle back and forth
trees sway in the breeze
12/17/2016
the night sky wavers in your frosted light
imaginings of ever after cling like honey to a spoon.
you face the earth as sister, smiling coyly
from the cratered depth of dimpled cheek and chin.
edged in the kohl of Cleopatra’s line
your brows appear to question even starlight
your oceanic orbs dry of tears still twinkle
in the remnant asteroid powder of eons past.
beauteous Luna purse not your lips
let reflections of a brighter hue let glide
across your roman countenance so bold
and teach the fiery sun of catered glory
for it is you who rule when day is done.
*dedicated to my muse Rhonda!
It glows ghostly, yet divine.
A spoonful of it can feed my soul
with its celestial mystery.....
We are spoon-fed by touch divine,
transmuting body-mind,
orchestrated by God’s design,
for those with love aligned.
As such, without excuse,
it’s up to us to choose,
the flavour of our muse.
By bliss beats led ~
We are spoon-fed
Written: March 3rd, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Quote" There is a moon inside every human being. Learn to be companions with it". By Rumi
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If I could I would fetch you
the moon on a spoon,
A silver ladle cradling
that celestial charm,
reflecting dreams woven in its light,
a beacon of hope,
glowing in the night sky.
With every dip,
I would capture stardust wonder,
sprinkling inspirations
across your path,
gently lowering the
heavens to your reach
to illuminate the beauty
within your grasp.
This spoon, an extension
of my heart's desire,
would gift you galaxies
beyond mere sight.
Each scoop a promise
of infinite possibilities,
for you are worthy
of such ethereal gifts.
If I could, I would fetch you
the moon on a spoon,
wished upon a distant star,
an angel longing as my plaything.
A paper lantern floating
akin to a balloon,
a magic wand in hand,
I would blow bubbles into fine glass jars,
sending them around the world
to shed a path of divine light.
Thinking of sweet ideas,
inspired by our celestial planet.
She took a spoon in a flurry
to dip in Milky Way cornets in a hurry,
Fetching her angel the moon,
solid and proud.
emotions weak but potions strong,
a dauber with dungarees smeared
from paraffin slopes, they trampled.
With poise unseen by iron-hooved men,
dreams floated high above
troughs and sparred skies.