Kettle Poems - Poems about Kettle

Brand New Tea Kettle

Decsions, decsions he spoke of his chooses of ffod.
The meager of supply would change his atitude.
Simmering, the spicy broth he
waited to smell
the savory food. Then he added dumplings, his favorite
comfort food.
He had roasted a tough rooster
one that had pecked in his yard. The flvor was rustic
and gamey he ate it with some chard.
Mushrooms, Mushrooms garlic

Deal

We had a deal
And I cooperated with zeal;
Thinking it was real.

You gave me no dime,
Yet you stole my precious time;
This I read like a rhyme

Or even if you paid me,
That was little, very little;
I could not with it fill my tea kettle.

I gave you trust and loyalty
But you gave me distrust and disloyalty;
My commitment you

Elbows and a Kettle

Elbows on the desk,
hands shoved against eyes,
knuckles pressed into their corners.

You know how it is:
you’re thinking, facing the screen.
Pondering, trying to meditate, excogitate.

Where is it? Where was it?
It was in my mind a moment ago.
It’s gone, my brain has lost it.
I even ask what it was.

The kettle boiled, whistled.
A letter hit my mailbox.
A car screeched

In a Cave Away From Grave

For days now, nay, weeks cocooned in a cave,
Away from hands that could drag each to grave,
One of them, Seth, all the time craving sex;
He'd had brawls with Dickson this did much vex:
Dickson's giant fear: it could expose the gang;
On fate's set day, on their door hear a bang
Either from cops' hard knuckles or their

A Little Thing Spoils Appetite

A little thing spoils the appetite.
Mine and face just had to become tight
Dulled what had been luminously bright
Because the matter was far from light...

What was it, again? Oh yes, Hot Tea!
I'd been asked to tea: Some two cups free;
What giver would want from me: 'Agree'.
Cups if I tasted down on my knees!

Gingerly placed before me

A Fine Kettle

Grasping a plot 
from my store of meddles
I spread, 
near the sink, 
verbs and nouns
I've found.
Cleaving each 
to a size
then heated derive
a fragrant misty theme.

   . . .to be continued. . .

A Battle In the Kitchen

Kettle or dishwasher
Battle for greatest 
Tool used in the kitchen

How should we compare?
It is, of course, no doubt
Quite stiff competition

For each has its worth
And I’m not saying
Any different

But tea has something 
Special. Hot and
Ready in an instant

Dishwasher, sure it’s
Hot enough but I’m
Not drinking of its liquid

If there were a prize 
For best appliance
Kettle surely gets

The Mettle of Mom's Kettle

*Image of Tea & More by EverPic.

The Mettle of Mom's Kettle

Dear mother's tea kettle.
She purges impurities daily.
She satisfies it with freshness.
Encounters gained exponentially.
She alights the stagnant to awaken.
Temperate measures brew righteously.
Truly divine profoundness spirits a flavor.
She bears its consequence with confidence.
Gifting patient nothingness anticipated quench.
Honeyed sugary sweetness greets a reigning crown.
A Word of grace courtesies

To the Kettle God

.
The Four Obstacles
.
The first obstacle is Sleep
Or the lack of control over it
To be overcome by discipline 
The Body Mind neither deprived - nor overindulgent
.
The second obstacle is distraction 
of senses towards exterior objects
The world as experienced by senses-  is an obstacle
.
The third obstacle is Memory of past-   experiences 
.
The fourth obstacle

Black Was Called the Kettle

‘Black’ was called the kettle
But it didn’t it nettle
Nor its relaxed mind unsettle…

‘Black’ foully flung at the kettle,
Almost as a test of its mettle
And an order to order soapy Dettol
But also a bold try give the fatal:
Some grisly violence occasion the pot
Guiltily The Blacker on every spot…

But Amiable kettle considered this not,
Feud- Loving spectators denying

A Kettle In the Pond and Some Pond In the Kettle

If you`re familiar with Groton forest Vermont, then you most likely have
climbed Owl`s head with it`s views of Lake Groton and Kettle pond,
named after 18th adventurer Aaron Hosmer, who dropped his kettle in the pond while crossing on a log.
Wanting to write an Autumn poem of unity I imagined us in the world and the

Kettle Song

Kettle song red strong
Silver spoon honey dripping
Sip morning green tea

Music

My kryptonite is music 
So much so that a teal tune
sticks in my head all day
until I hear another to replace

I find music in everything
the way the phone rings
how red tea kettle sings
the beat of a flat tire
the crackling of a blue fire

Music in even your snore
funny how you choke stop and hop to a

Karma Kettle

i get it now....
jackasses and elephants 
are one and the same
getting off on control
getting rich off our prolonged misery
our collective pain is their continued power
our division is their weapon of choice
to maintain that power-

Do pray that the masses 
open their eyes-grow wise -unite-ignite
so together-we the people 
can pull back the iron curtain of 
OZ
to verify

Livid Liquid In a Kettle

They say that heart’s anger is like a fire
Just about to burst without head’s control;
The more it’s fueled by the wood of ire,
The more it brings blaze to the furious soul;
When one never gets his evil desire,
His hate turns high like a red-hot charcoal;
And when wall is built between the two men,
No peel of love

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