Grease Poems - Poems about Grease

Grease My Palm

I stood there helpless not knowing what to do as the crowd began to swell and the message began to spread. I found myself in a crowded place and strange people running all over the place group together and going on a mission to kill the devil. They were armed with long hunter’s rifle, pick

Grease on the Stone

I was more of a step stone than a stepson
a tiny stone leading to the heart of my father.

You played the game well... though
squeezing a ring from the coal of his lonely heart.

So, there I was minced by little boy blue grief
then tossed into your beehive whirlwind.
You wisely hid your wicked side...young bride...
Many times, playing

She Clarifies Bacon Grease

she clarifies bacon grease 
to make the popcorn
once it is in the bowl 
add seasoning with butter
a tad of garlic, sea salt, sugar
the layers of flavor are a paradise
scattered in each morsel
this means a romantic movie tonight
probably one we have seen quite often
i never tire of this
holding her hand as she tears
with each tear, i

Grilling

I tried to do some grilling
But the sky just opened up
And it rained like Noah’s time
Each raindrop filled a cup

I’m using here hyperbole
To make a point of rain
The grilling of the burgers
Could not even begin

So I used an indoor griddle
To heat the burgers through
It wasn’t quite that bad at all
I was trying something new

I think

A Prime Time Rhyme Meme Theme

Some of those closest to me
are concerned my poetry
does not rhyme
every time.

I do not complain,
but try to explain
that total symmetry
is not important to me.

The meaning of a verse
is, for better or worse,
the point of a piece.
Rhymes are just grease.

Mental lubrication to let words slide by,
while I try
to impart a certain feeling,
repulsive or appealing.

This frees myself

My Name Should Be Lucille

My name should be Lucille.
I am that squeaky wheel.
If some things wrong I'll weigh it.
I'm not afraid to say it.
Some may not want to know her.
She's been a whistle blower.
I'm not a quiet bird.
My voice is always heard.
I'll never give you peace, so
just give me that grease.

I Am the Grease Jar

Of glass I started at a shop,
But then they filled me up to top.
And day by day, I would decrease,
But now I serve just for the grease.

Sometimes I wish I was refilled,
With pickled food or grains a-milled. 
Despite the options rich and rife,
I hold the grease my second life.

And when I sit below the sink,
I

Cleaning

There was a little girl I knew
Whose smile so brightly grew

She listened to her Mom and Dad
Was always good and never bad

Once, she cleaned the oven interior
But, soon was feeling quite inferior

Her scrubbing and rubbing concluded
With her so sure she had been deluded

Nothing she did made the oven clean
Bringing its heart to such a great

Grease Monkey Rings

It took him two trips to set it all up.
He kept it simple just the way 
he thought she'd like it.. 
A basket of fruit and ritz crackers
ham and cheese sandwiches,,,
and her favorite
a giant wedge of orange chocolate..
He did splurge a bit
on the bottle of pink champagne
and a spray of red roses.
He hid the question

Los Angeles Elbow Grease

In this ever-changing world of entertainment any day 
An artist could accomplish what he once thought 
Was an impossible feat with a little elbow grease 
And dedication you may gain a reputation 
For being remarkable you'll see 
With the right preparation there's no limitations
On who you could become but don't be dumb
With all of the

Axle Grease

Coaxing
Words from limbo
Into life.

Slipping them from
The pocket of 
Your muse, onto
Eager paper.

Lovely linen,
Thick with roses.

Or threaded with
Barb-wire.

Altar for the gentle
Blood of visionaries,

Mingled with axle grease
For sturdy wordsmiths 
Eager to lay concrete verse
Lasting beyond time.

Annie Elise Rest In Peace Died By Fish Grease

ANNIE ELISE REST IN PEACE DIED BY FISH GREASE

Rest in peace
Buried in this plot, Anna Elise
Occupation was fry cook
Died: burnt by hot-boil fish grease

9/18/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018

Cleaning

Cleaning
Under the greasy stove
Behind the washer and dryer
Inside the smelly refrigerator
Under the bed where the best shirts hide
Such a mood lifter
Cleaning

Winter Grease

I have chills that are multiplying and skin that needs grease lightning




12-22-17

Grease Beaches

We would talk all night
During the summer and winter
And we'd ignore our eyes begging
And our hands burning

And our cheeks shined
And our foreheads were grease beaches
And our skin was sand for the oceans of hair
And we never washed our faces

And we wrote crappy letters
Saying things we both knew
And we'd make each other cry
And we'd make each

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