Best Water Glass Poems
After we met
I thought we really had something,
Really hit it off.
It wasn’t the words we spoke,
The easy fluorescent trail they made.
Maybe it was the Japanese lantern
Glowing over your bare shoulder
Or the smile you threw
To the side-
To someone.
Or maybe it was the cool damp air,
Slight seduction of rain
But no rain.
Perfect, cool molecules,
Layer on layer,
Air sitting on air.
But after, I couldn’t find you.
I couldn’t find you
In the heavy-sitting valleys,
Behind the cool barriered hedges
With stone guard dogs,
In the palm shadowed boulevards
Or the canyon mazes.
I couldn’t find you
In the final exhalations of space,
On sun baked, cracked cement plaza drives.
I couldn’t find you
In the starkly lined avenues
Amongst the serious-expressioned manikins.
It really is a desert here, huh?
Had said the pale cheeked waiter from Wisconsin
While we waited for you to come back.
Yes, I thought, touching the sweating water glass.
A stage set in a desert
Filled with mirages and promises
And doors that no one answers
And roads that curve toward the sun.
We both knew you weren’t coming back.
I won’t find you again
But I will keep looking
And looking
And looking.
There is always that chance.
Yes, to find someone like you.
That chance.
I leave alone,
Tip under plate.
A dog barks at my steps,
Waits, barks again.
We are both close,
Yet impossibly,
Far from home.
a very loud noise
started ringing from my clock—
I fell out of bed
a bumped water glass
rolling across the hard floor—
I slipped on my head
a loud screaming sound
resonated through the house—
my face turned bright red
my husband woke up
hysterically laughing—
I was on the floor
I could not get up
without someone assisting—
ku ku krazy day
I went back to bed
wondering what day it was—
perhaps, tomorrow
Ó April 18, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
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my eyebrow flew off yesterday and i yelled so loud that my water glass broke. then joe poopenheimer, my brother, fell down the stairs and died.
Come and Find Me in My Solitude
four fingers in a water glass
to keep the “creep” away
four fingers in a water glass
to keep the curse at bay
no ice, let’s keep it quiet,
hard bite of whiskey’s sting
“hair of the dog that bit ya”
as the dying grey wolves sing
rocking inside the boxcars
camping beside the track
drowning dreams of a yesterday
that’s never coming back
huddled beneath “newsprint” blankets
curled in pain’s fetal ball
dreading the sounds of the sunset
fearing the crash of night’s fall
praying for death in a doorway
shivering against marbled stone
a vision through slow closing eyelids
of somebody calling him home
12/2/2016
submitted to – COME AND FIND ME IN MY SOLITUDE – Poetry Contest
WATER & GLASS
Watermarks
immersed in fluids
weave a whirlpool
stream of words
washing and waning
while
wavy waterways
weep
wet with tears
gurgles
will
gush
Translucent
crystal clear reflects
geometric gems
opaque flute glass
glacial
visible gloss
glimmers
glitter from guilt
© Kim van Breda—September 2014
underground rivers
imprint in the limestone
s t o r m -
in water glass
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Creative Haiku Poetry Contest
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5 - 6 - 1- 4 syllables
1st place in the contest
THINGS NOT TO USE FALSE TEETH FOR
Well for starters, some things are obvious, see?
Wouldn’t advise anyone, not just me,
To be a circus rope-twirler holding the rope in me teeth
When there’s no net beneath.
Also inadvisable to try to bend iron bars
With teeth, as top performers do - but they’re stars
Circus jobs apart, the more mundane things to avoid
Would include the following where teeth are employed:
Using hand-held teeth for crimping edges ( a serious mistake)
Of pastry pie before wife puts it in to bake;
Showing amusing party-piece trick to in-laws
Where a toy mouse is chased by hand-held monster teeth jaws;
Placing teeth in special overnight water glass
With magnifying capability to greet waking wife, poor lass!
Sinking teeth in cup of coffee or plate of soup
To be hauled out for laughs in front of vicar with a whoop;
Whipping me teeth out in class to demonstrate
Difference between upper and lower plate;
Showing how difficult it is to toothlessly say
Massachusetts and Missisippi or Saskatchewan’s Sandy Bay.
In fact the only thing I recommend when using false teeth
Is be sure the top plate’s above and the lower beneath.
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* From my series “BODY PARTS - REAL AND FALSE”
Grass growth in the cove
where Larry's boat sat
years after Larry’s ash
whirled with rocks in space
daunts the pickerel:
silently galloping glut
challenges the channel.
Someday soon there may be
no seeing through it
to the bottom of things.
This soft encroachment,
a green disease born
of fertilized lawns
and hangers on
from other lakes brought
here by alien crafts
may arrest fluidity
with an embodiment
as solid as a moral
but as dead as Monday’s church.
Will we hear the hard lake
crack or will that be
Larry’s heart? Fossils
Gouged from cliff sides
and PA road cuts
taught the geologist
that all things will pass.
But the lover of Maine
rain-gauged statistics
to say, “Not so fast!
“Slow down! Not so fast.”
Take heart Larry, and I
will strive to join you:
your great-grandson
Parker loves the land
you left for all of us.
He is diving into things
and spying out hydrilla
with a water glass.
In and out like that of a play
His wound now bore a mysterious clay
The Capitan’s voice made him stay
As he bowed now in silence to pray
As he awoke in the morn he slips
A water glass to his dry sweet lips
The witch doctor smiled and came to grips
To the startled son that time forgets
Smells of food ensnared his hunger
A bellow followed its sound was thunder
“Morning child! A hungry monger?”
The boy sat up his food placed under
Hot rolls, sliced ham, and sausage links
“A bath today, this boy now stinks!”
The captain agrees to what doc now thinks
To wash away the blood that leaks
His wound stung when the water struck
A model ship and a rubber duck
Shared the tub, the lads in luck
Red Beards love has finally struck
where you must float around me
a snapped stone melted into
that bottom of water glass
beside myself, drift currents
it shattered up to sunrise
and rippled through my shirt for
my heart with blue lows drawing
from sea with her fingerprints
a million shores leading out
the more you ebb than ~our ebb~
we feel a thousand lifetimes
same reflections in our gills
Fixed under water glass
Like a splinter beneath Poseidon's skin
There is no Sunday
And no one knows Rhyme
With her cool hands
And her goat's feet.
There are only
Walking dead
From whose wool-lined mouths
Pour blindfolds
And broken keys
Strangle holds
And bloody knees.
Rapunzel bruised
Left for dead forgotten
Bound and gagged
By her own golden hair.
Drowning in the Valium Bath
Warm and blind
Dying slow
But unaware.
I am going to be sternly in charge of myself today; I will put up with no antics or nonsense.
We are going to clean this desk top today, without any wailing or screaming or pouting at all.
We are going to dig through the pile of debris in the corner and make sure there is not a mouse village.
We are going to fill that water glass to the brim and drink water until we float away. Water is healthy, right?
We are going to stop writing poetry, and stop fooling around. We are going to clean out that dirty microwave.
It will be sparkling clean, so we can allow others to use it. We will no longer be ashamed of it.
I open the door and peek in, wondering if I should start with it.
Maybe I should call my husband and have him bring me a new one.
This one is really disgusting.
We have no rags here.
The kitchen sink at school is broken.
I cleaned this desk-top on Friday and it is still a big mess.
Why perpetually clean this?
I lift one thing in the corner, and a mouse trots out.
Do I really want to see another mouse fountain?
I already saw that once in my garage.
This is what it was like.
I was cleaning and I kept hearing a crickle crackle crickle crackle.
I turned and stared at a garbage bag I had not looked in for a number of years.
I still have no idea what else was in there.
A mouse ran out, then two, then five, then gobs of mice ran out, like an overflowing fountain.
When they were finished running I threw the bag away without looking in it to see what was there.
I truly did not want to know. Remembering this, I decided not to clean today. Maybe tomorrow.
As white smoke rises on black water glass
And skies lay still on horizon's line
I'll sit here in peace, watch the morning pass
To seek reasoned questions for man's design
This scene cares not for any tomorrow
Nor feels conflict if a storm seeks a reply
Tranquility brings death without sorrow
Only man has the potential to cry
Does nature understand its own beauty?
And are we nothing more than nature's eyes?
Born to fulfill this singular duty
Another creature waiting for demise
The skies have changed on horizon's line
While I found no answers for man's design
The sun paired well with the apple
Sugar
The tartness and sweetness
Reminded me of the days
And I stepped outside to feel the sun on my face
And the trees and the grass
All green
And the rainbow umbrella used the spring
And the water glass was clean
And then I saw the core of the apple say something to me
Here in the sun
“Write the memory down”
Sugar
The apple so pure and sweet and real
And the sun so full of energy
And life, it’s surreal.
I want to run and play like then
Now I see I can.
Sunny apple day, no rain to borrow the light away.
-Jess
Water glass up-side down.
Why do you have that frown ????
Need water soapbox clown.
Can't live without that drink.
Vomit into the bathroom sink.
Water has a putrid stink.
Baby needs some water.
Better off at the florist.
Call the people in congress hall.
There all at the ball.
Who then can I call ????
I'm only a few feet tall.
So I must die in horror ways.
ACID_RAIN water gives me pains.
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