Bowl Poems | Examples

Going Down

I don't endorse 'going with flow'
for of course you never know
if the current will funnel
you down the drain
the tubes or flume
through the tunnel
toward the spume
to where you end up
in the sewer below
so as I'm in no rush to gush
or feel completely flushed
here and now I do avow
for me the bowl on the whole
is a non-starter a definite no-go

HERE IN THE NOURISHING BOWL THEREOF

HERE IN THE NOURISHING BOWL THEREOF

Here I am, bowled
And immersed 
In the warmth 
And awareness
Of peace, love,
And supreme wisdom:-

Not only am I a receiver
But I'm also an ingredient
Of this nourishing bowl
Seasoned with its scented
Appetizing cravings thereof:

How blessed and inspiring
It is to be in the onderful
Oneness and onement
Of this nourishing bowl
Of Supreme Poetry Soup:-

May the entire world’s appetite
Be drawn and satisfied with
The nourishing  ingredients 
Of this cisterning bowl
That daily overflows
With awareness, faith, hope, love,
And belief in the wonderful oneness
Of the onement of unified humanity:-

Horatio Nelson 1758-1805

Years ago I did so choose, to go on a Caribbean clipper ship cruise,
and, in addition to several other islands,
anchored off Nevis, northwest of Saint Kitts,
where, in the late 1780's, Nelson had lived,
and still bears traces of his presence today,
in various parts, pieces and bits.
When our windjammer Skipper informed us,
'Shopping here's good, snorkeling is bad,'
I avoided the former, sought out the latter,
and, as a matter of fact, a good time was had,
for no sooner had I ducked under,
two feet from the waterline,
in about one foot deep (shallow) water,
tho' visibility was, in inches, no more than nine,
I espied a white clay churchwarden pipe,
which I retrieved, broken, not whole,
with one third of the stem, and most of the tobacco-burned bowl.
1787, Nelson married the widow Fanny Nisbet on Nevis,
and, as the island he was about to depart,
'Desist smoking or else!'
Horatio may have heard her insist or impart,
and that which I found, I've a mind to say,
was his very last pipe, he'd reluctantly tossed overboard,
on that sunny day, when, as Captain of Boreas, he sailed away.

Dust Bowl Dream

Play a role till the gold of your soul runs dry
leave the ghost town far enough behind
through the parched winter of the mind
search for virgin glitter on the next horizon

The sirens sing to endless weaknesses
it takes everything not to cave in... again
take up the rusted sifter and battered spade
while digging for gold you're making your grave
ghosts of old town, sliding on down from the mountain

Roses are tossed to the echoes of the lost
the soul finds a fresh role in the shadow of 
a dust bowl 
dreaming.

Feline Foibles

I have a cat
(or a cat has me),
a furry cat, a very purry cat
when on my lap it's sat,
independent it is
(egotistical too),
yet demands attention
(self-centred through and through),
and when well-fed, its purr
(a four-stroke motor),
is full of condescension,
when behind its ears you scratch
(it's expected of you),
you may believe you heard,
“Meow, meow, meow,”
(sorry, here's the catch),
what it really said is,
“Me now, me now, ME now!”
And, as goldfish swims in bowl,
cat looks on with danger fraught,
thinking, 'So near yet so far,
that fish is food for thought.'

watching Mallie and her Mother Bowl

She was a force to be admired and feared at the bowling alley
We stood back and watched, shocked by the ways of Mallie.
She stood up straight and tall as she walked to the line
Her strikes were amazing, her repeated spares were fine

Who taught her to bowl? We asked each other
Was it her grandpa, her father? Her cousin? Her brother?
It was another woman, said her grandma. It was her mother.
Another fine bowler, who arrived in a few.
Now we could watch not one amazing woman, but two.

SUPER BOWL BOUND

The roar of the crowd, a sea of red,

A kingdom united, hearts and heads.

Mahomes' magic, a dazzling sight,

And Soaring through the air, with all his might.

The Kansas City Chiefs, a team of fire,

Their passion burns, reaching ever higher.

Through trials they fought, with grit and grace,

Now victory's smile lights up each face.

To New Orleans they journey, a grand crusade,

For the Super Bowl crown, their legend is made.

With every snap, every run, every throw,

The Chiefs will conquer, and make their kingdom glow.

Insatiable bowl

Fury of cage,
Forbade him from rage.
For he knew he was in pain,
Which gave him joy from the sorrowest gains.
Deemed to be horrid,
Demise from torrid.
He was slandered,
For the world’s a foul stage.
Scowled, dreaded, hated,
For the lack of unamounted goal.
Jokes, what happens to you’re bowl,
When you chose to find beauty in horrid ghouls.
All you’ll taste is, are the fouls you’ve committed.

purple bowl in the window

purple bowl in the window


 he didn’t like city buses spouting black smoke,
 park benches overtaken by pigeons,
 or towns with straight, one-way streets.
 
 he didn’t care for department stores featuring girls
 with plastic smiles
 or big-nosed politicians smoking short, fat cigars. 

 he was raised in the south
 and chewed words longer than originally intended.
 
 he didn’t like lemons
 or the purple bowl in the window of the hardware store.
 
 monday through friday was sufficient
 and then the weekend came—
 complete with the quiet of silence. 

 he could hear the void in his heart
 like a glass of undisturbed water…
 or the sound of the sun rising in the east.
 
 barren and hushed—
 the purple bowl in the window reminded him of his life—
 yet he could not hear the melody of the carnival.
 
 sometimes he dreamed of squeezing yellow lemons
 into the purple bowl but that would be fruitless;
 
 the bowl was hollow, the lemons bitter…just like tomorrow.

@ tolbert

Congratulations Philadelphia Eagles

A phenomenal day not writing poetry..
Watching excellence and physical symmetry!
Creativity in the ads were total artistry…
Halftime show done, with needed decency!

                  2/9/2025

                    YAHOO

Prelude to the Super Bowl

    On his way to another Super Bowl
       Patrick Mahomes is on another roll

    He does just barely enough to win
       And then displays that silly smug grin

    Some Super-Bowl bound teams thrash their opponents
       Philly crushed Washington 55-23, creamed ‘em like donuts

    Mahomes and Kansas City let Buffalo think they’d finally got ‘em
       Then drove a spike in their heart ~ Bills ended up on their bottoms

A Dust Bowl of Glitter

A blessed soul has won a role, The Prince of Peace,
Of noble birth, a novice born a blue-blood,
Pontificate average those brevities,
Stemmed full of thorns wrangled beneath his rosebud.

Won The Papal States, Mona Lisa smiled, lost,
His tenure was mired in doubts--parts that he crossed,
A scorned tag as unfortunate of the popes,
A Florentine, a Medici, useless hopes.

God said to me, a begging bowl

On bowing to the deity,
I hastened to leave the temple.
God said, you seem to be in undue hurry,
I demurred and said, no it’s just my worry
I might ask for something 
That you are hesitant to give,
Which might our long-held rapport spoil.  
To that He just smiled graciously,
But what he said set me thinking,
And what will stay with me for long. 
 
You seem to come with a prayer and plea,
Why, come sometimes just to meet me,
I’ll see that you’ll not have to ask
Oft wearing an alibi of a mask
Nor will you look like a beggar
You bring yourself nigh down to be. 
I was trying truth to distort,
Truth’s often known to us,
But we set it to sail
He only brought it back to port.  
__________________
Musings |06.12.2024| God, spiritual

Fish Bowl

Trapped in a bowl to live
On display to be picked apart
Every move watched and discussed
Judged by their own reflection in the mirror

Disconnect from the mind hive
Ignoring and avoiding a good start
Their word farts making me disgusted
The way of their thinking is sheer horror

Trapped in this bowl their vice
Control and manipulation impart
The are trapped in what they constructed
In time their machinations will become their terror

By Cathrin Stuart

Bassoons Drippings

21/2cups of flour( self rising)
2 tablespoons of cornstarch
2 whole eggs+ 1 yolk
2 Tablespoons of lemon juice
1 Tablespoon of Gin
1/2 Teaspoon of lemon zest
1 cup of bread crumbs
1 &1/2 cup of buttermilk
1 Tablespoon of cayenne pepper
2 tablespoon of dried chives
1 Teaspoon of salt
1 Table spoon of dehydrated onion
 1 Tablespoon of garlic powder
1 Tablespoon of Paresean Cheese
3 cups of shucked Manoes
6 cups of oil for deep frying

mix all ingredeints
minus the clams
 create a batter
add more or less to
create a sticky consistant batter
smooth
dip Manoes in the batte
and deep fry until golden brown
serve from a bed of watercrest
small cunks of deseed watermelon
crumbled feta
and fried onions with crumbled bacon
lettuce, fried green tomatos
 and a vinagerette
serve with tartar sauce

Enjoy!

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