Boiling Poems

Boiling Vegetables

Vegetables boiled in an angry froth. 
Stirred up, they were, in a savory broth.
"Give me liberty or death", they said, 
as they were joined by a cabbage head.

SILENT HOMES

SILENT HOMES

Silence 
            cloak of protection 
worn longing for
                            heaven
sways in dust 
                      settles
wistful
        plays hide 
                   then seek

              walks valleys of unknowingness 
and solitary alleys 
                 naked wounds
                                  shatter silence
of wounded birds

                peeping through 
torn curtains 
                 hiding under unlaundered
sheets

               those that witnessed 
boiling water
      screams

        the     terror   of 
war
          in silent
homes 

Silence writes
                       letters
to itself
           never posts 
           them

they become 
                      tears soaking
            floral pillow

     Silence goes to work 

next day
                Nothing
happened

Just a mouldy sandwich 
in 
       her desk 
                  drawer

Boiling

My car is in the driveway, sometimes. 
It disappears every morning at 9:00.
She took it. 
Either my sister or an endless void. 
The water boils and I’m the only one home.
Only I could have done it. 
Or the void. 
I really hope I don’t cause a fire. 
There are instructions on the back of the box. 
1,2,3, I could eat some spaghetti!
But I think this is mac and cheese. 
I wanted something to eat. 
That’s all anyone asked me to do. 
So I will be brave. 
Remember. 

Step 1:
The pot is talking to me, so listen. 
Step 2:
Go take a shower and take so long that you forget, and regret, and feel restless, and growl, and there’s someone out there. 
Step 3:
Step out and the only person there is Mr.Smoke Alarm.

My sister gets home at 5:00 pm.
I probably should have finished making lunch, but I was busy showering, and now it is dead-o-clock. 
Water doesn’t always hurt us. 
Until it gets hot, then it kills us.
So I write that in my journal. 
Everything could kill us or I could be happy. 
My sister gets home at 5:00 pm. 
And asks what I’ve been doing. 
I almost burnt the kitchen down.
With beautiful, bubbling water. 
She hugged me. 
And helped me clean up.

THE BOILING POINT

The sweetness of the lips
How soft and tender there are
Is this love?
The melting of the heart
How eager and ready it is
Is this the one?
My soul mate,

Let those strawberries 
Dip into that vanilla 
Romantic it is
Let those berries
Melt into that cream
Secluded it is
Love can be wonderful,

The softness of the lips
How sweet and warm there are
Is this my cup of tea?
The caring of the heart
How strong and passionate it is
Is this the man?
My one and only

Boiling Over Walt Marie

I find myself searching for the sea;
Floating;

Mavericks break upon the shore
inside;

Cymbals splatter inchoate foam;
Symbols; 

Teahupoo surf behind lowered eyes,
splash in;

Welcome to boiling over nature,
my head.

Boiling Pot Of Anger

You don't need to swear and cuss
Making such a big loud fuss
Calm down, take a breath
You are scaring me to death
I know your angers coming through
Because of what he did to you
You are mad and really shaking
Your anger is hotly baking
Into a burning black pit
From this disturbing violent fit
There's smoke coming from your head
There is not a single shred
Of peace or calmness down inside
All your nerves are badly fried
 Stewing in a pot of hatred
Too far gone to even shake this
Your bloods like a pot of water
Boiling till its even hotter
Than the suns rays shining down
There's a madness all around
Circling you in a heat 
Until you are too far beat
To repair the damage of  
A sleazy cheating awful love

this is the last time

This is the last time the old frog was grumbling in a croak.
Last time I will ever be in this aluminum jacuzzi; was this kind of a joke?
The last time!
The last time!
The last time!
The last time!
And it was.

Pot Boiling To Save the Day

O Lord have Mercy, here it is!
Another spotless 'write' page on AP.
Auto-correct save me!

Time to open the drapes,
let some light in,
take out the mind-words
and not get them stuck
between tone-deaf teeth.

It's a big thing
this plucking at the skin
of a morning rooster
to see if is has
some cock a doodle to say.

Must relax to the max,
must flatter, coax, and cajole
a mumbling morning muse,
make it trot all over this white space
a place left over from my last
endeavor or whatever.

Lordy, I have an inclination,
the pressure of poesy demands
that I write of dragonflies,
of scintillating flights
and other such transparent temporizations.

To enter the compound eye
of a crystalline sky
to wiz off on a hope and a prayer.

There, tiz done.
Fear not that it means not a lot.
It is a big thing in a small think;
a matter and fact, and well set,
to be this flicker in a gnatcatchers net.

Boiling Water

Even boiling water sings
Making giggling sounds 
As though it's laughing
It sings its way
Through pain and ignorance
If you are unhappy
You can learn from it
And you'll gain 
Some courage and confidence
As
Life is always a struggle 
Like boiling water

Experiment With Boiling Water

EXPERIMENT WITH BOILING WATER

Let your dubious interest in science not diminish;
Just watch the water-boil process from start to finish.
Gas flame is  lit and well-adjusted:
As  a scientist you're hot as  mustard.
See the  condensation on glass above water level ?  
Soon you’ll have  covered base of glass kettle  
With  the small bubbles of trapped steam you distended.
They became  lines of moving  bubbles and  ascended 
Like watery snakes looking for their surface goal
And hissing as they failed to find it in  shoals.
Now they’ll rise ever more frequently, ever faster  - 
The rate is chosen by the experiment master.
The  slight  hisses become   rumbles
Kettle rattle loudens as  your gas flame tumbles.
Space above water level fills with steam -
The boiling makes scientist-eyes gleam.
A whistle treble starts to tremble 
Then, gaining courage, it will soon resemble 
The olden-days police summons pitch
Of ultra-high  G  or A-sharp, very rich.
I should  stop now  before I have  trouble with the law 
Of physics – for the water boiled away as we saw:
And the kettle dried out.
The experiment was over, we had left no doubt.

My Doctor, When He Looks At Me, Is Boiling With a Rage

My doctor, when he looks at me, is boiling with a rage,
Like hungry wolf, when smell a sheep in cage.
He assured me that I would last two months, or less.
And I, a rascal, still living for five years!

A Boiling Point

kettle of passion sings on the cooker...the white-hot intensity!







Date written: 12/30/2019

Rage Is Like a Boiling Tea Kettle

Rage is Like a Boiling Tea Kettle
Written: by Tom Wright
8-4-2016

When I allow others to press my button,
And trigger any anger that lies within.
They own me in a manner of speaking,
And I’m often left with hidden chagrin.

I know it’s always best to keep my cool,
It behooves me to keep anger subdued.
 But seems I always need to let off steam,
And again I need work on my attitude.

A Boiling Snow Cloud

The weather so cold
Hot water thrown in the air
Turns to instant snow



Date written and posted: 01/30/2019

Boiling Pot of Anger

You don't need to swear and cuss
Making such a big loud fuss
Calm down, take a breath
You are scaring me to death
I know your angers coming through
Because of what he did to you
You are mad and really shaking
Your anger is hotly baking
Into a burning black pit
From this disturbing violent fit
There's smoke coming from your head
There is not a single shred
Of peace or calmness down inside
All your nerves are badly fried
 Stewing in a pot of hatred
Too far gone to even shake this
Your bloods like a pot of water
Boiling till its even hotter
Than the suns rays shining down
There's a madness all around
Circling you in a heat 
Until you are too far beat
To repair the damage of  
A sleazy cheating awful love

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