Best Squeeze Poems
frugal one squeeze roll
toothpaste tube last fate fold love-
your origami
Her mother loved the color purple but she always felt more like an orange crushed
The sum of a lifetime comes down to this
A hug and a squeeze and a great big kiss
Nothing to remember me
Except silly repartee
Seems a shame but there's not much else than this
I'm heading home - I have a date
Chills play my spine - I pass my gate
Time to eat - hope I'm not late
I rush myself up spiral stairs
I'm hurrying cause I like mine rare
It's dinner time, I'm feeling fine
I lick my chops and grab some wine
I sing and dance across the room
To one of Zeppelins silky tunes
"Squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down my leg
Squeeze it so hard - I fall right out of bed"
Alas with ringing of the bell
Wafts cross the room, 'OH! delightful smell
I sit to eat, has it gone too far?
You know I like my meat Tartar
I squeeze some lemon on his leg
And lick my lips as I am fed
I Slurp His blood so darkly red
My secrets out, I love the dead
Daintily, I wipe my chin
Daintily, And then I grin
laying down a bunt
runner at third coming home
close play at the plate
Grape Squeeze
By
Ingrid Showalter Swift
Shake me
Take me
Turn me inside out
Rake me
Make me
Turn my life about
Fake me
Partake of me
till ya turn the tide of doubt
Quake me
Don't forsake me
turn me into... a lover's shout
bunt down third base line
runner on third sliding home
close play at the plate
With my absorbency nature
I take in freely God’s flowing grace
Accumulating with abundance from Christ’s compassion*-store
Optimizing the Saviour’s goodness as I’m soaked in His mercy-grants.
Midst my squeezable trait
I give kindness with whole earnestness
Loading out forgiveness with forbearance-cheer
Maximizing offered provisions up to the last drip’s supply.
In my partnership with the Lord’s hand
I can cleanse, wash, and sanitize:
sanctifying the defiled, transforming with righteousness
pardoning iniquities, beautifying midst gentleness’ long suffering.
By my willingness, never reluctant
I’m ready to be emptied, accomplishing my designed fulfillment…
Thus, keep me showing my true worth of precious value
As you exercise your loving power over me with all your best and utmost.
*Psalm 86:15 But thou, O Lord, art a God full of compassion, and gracious, longsuffering, and plenteous in mercy and truth.
November 9, 2019
2nd place, "Metaphor of Love" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May; judged on 11/12/2019.
KINDNESS SQUEEZE
Evolving darkness cocoons Mother Earth . . .
Apathy¬ rampant chronic mob disease;
Still, I believe etch to flesh a kindness worth.
An embryos growth waiting ¬ needing ease.
Sun rays choir with wind conceives hope that seize,
Beckons me, I smile to cheer the world in need.
Sprinkling a wilted plant waving back rebirth.
Nameless, unremembered kindness is love seed...
One leisure walk inside boulevard girth,
I say hello to someone named Louise,
Who ask the beautiful spots here in Perth.
Louise says: "It's my first time overseas..."
Conversing slow under cool autumn breeze.
I slowly strew breadcrumbs, I brought, to feed
Flocks of hungry teased birds from seven seas.
Nameless, unremembered kindness is love seed...
Offering calls if she needs anything as I set forth.
I jog while extending my hands and knees.
Heading then to my home near highway North,
I stop, thank God, for the rainbow quilt from trees.
for my niece, I bought the best bagel with cheese.
Not her birthday but because she's nice indeed!
Light ¬dark; good ¬bad her patience a trapeze.
Nameless, unremembered kindness is love seed...
Locked ~ drooping hearts balm is a kindness squeeze.
Tieing strangers shoelace, a kindness head deed.
Sharing a meal with a beggar without fees.
Nameless, unremembered kindness is love seed...
(c)Olive Eloisa
5:20 PM
July 13, 2014
I felt you pick my hands and squeeze them tight
And smother them with kisses mixed with tears,
Then words exclaimed with grief came to my ears--
All sweet, all good, and all devoid of spite.
Somehow I felt your anguish and your pain,
So I spoke up to try to comfort you;
But then I found my words could not get through,
And things were just occurring in my brain.
You brushed my hair and bent to kiss my lips;
For the last time you whispered you loved me;
Then you arranged my hands across my chest.
I sensed all these before I came to grips
With where I was and the reality
That I was to be laid down to my rest.
April 5, 2023
I Died Poety Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
We all wake up every morning
To a day like no other before
This world is still an experiment
With lots of mysteries to explore
One that's uppermost on peoples' minds
And a question unanswered so far
Is how they get the caramel inside
A Cadbury's Caramilk bar
Or why kamikaze pilots wear helmets
They're going to wind up in a crash
And how much spit does a person produce
Or how long is a hundred yard dash
Why don't nose hairs have to be trimmed
Is there a name for a male ballerina
Can illiterate people eat alphabet soup
How many octaves in an ocarina
Who was the first person to look at a cow
Started squeezing those dangly things
Then drank the stuff that came pouring out
They must have been real ding-a-lings
Did you ever get up and brush your teeth
And realized you're wiggling your bum
Why toasters toast till it's beyond recognition
Stating your name at AA, that's dumb
Pretty sure corn oil is made from corn
Wonder where baby oil is took
Why is it that something you're looking for
Is always in the last place you look
Well that's it for this mangey old geezer
My brain is beginning to ache
If you know the answer to any of these
Then speak up for goodness sakes
© Jack Ellison 2013
So, the dealer dealt you a lousy deal,
Now you want to get out of the game.
So, the odds have fallen against you,
And you're looking for someone to blame.
So, your oranges turned out to be lemons,
And life dashed all the plans that you made.
Stop mourning your loss, and start squeezing,
There is nothing like fresh lemonade.
I posed up and took
a good long look,
Darn it seemed so
warm that nook.
Eased forward slowly
lining up carefully,
Scared of doing
damage, I entered
warily.
Slipped in slowly as
things got a bit
wet,
Took my time, sizing
up the tightness,
Backed up a bit in
my timid
nervousness.
Proceeded on in now
as it seemed huge,
Squeezed in as the
wetness became a
deluge.
Went in deep to the
welcoming warmness,
Opened the door to
such sweet hotness.
One foot on the
floor as I leaned
over the back,
Jammed my fingers
thru the wired
racks,
Pressed all the
right buttons no
real stress,
Damn garage door was
stuck open to my
distress.
Pontiak
this was written after a day of snorkeling off mile marker 14 in Maui
Dominated by destinations and schedules
I can only look ahead.
Forward to 14.
We must park, we must mark ours.
I must govern us by order if we are to enjoy all.
Positioning my sundries I cannot help to see Her.
Wisps of hair caress her face.
Joy radiates within.
A carefree smile is cast my way
and it awakens me from my parental coma.
Summoned by her beauty I walk to the shore
The water seems cold, but I yearn to obey.
And her desire for me frees me from my coma.
Shells crush beneath our feet
as we walk side by side into the water.
The water is not cold: I am warm.
Water refreshes my face as we submerge into the water.
We venture to deeper regions seeking adventure.
Sight is stimulated by color, movement, and shapes unknown.
That is when She reaches out for my hand.
That is when she squeezes my hand.
Adventure beckons.
A coral garden teeming with vibrant colors and shapes.
Fish both large and small conversing with one another.
These are the sights that captivate us.
And as we explore into the matrix of this garden
we are honored with the appearance of a great beast
gracefully swimming towards us.
A current turns us towards the shore
with the passing of the turtle,
and the squeeze is released.
The adventure does end.
We must return safe.
We must find our plot.
I must direct us back safe.
A familiar sensation returns to me.
It is my parental coma summoning me back.
I shall return willingly for my sleep will be illuminated
with the imagery of Her innocent beauty.
My dreams shall be sweetened
with the memory of that squeeze
How To Squeeze
When you share toothpaste in a family it is a drag to have to flatten out the tube every time you want to express your little dab of paste. Inevitably, someone else has squeezed in the middle and messed it up. Small potatoes Huh!
When you squeeze the toothpaste tube
Please squeeze it from the bottom,
If you use another way
You're doing something rotten.