Kettle Poems - Poems about Kettle

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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. . ....

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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...

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*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...

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. 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...

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‘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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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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Fresh upon the morning grove, With day becoming hot, And sitting there upon the stove, A kettle and a pot. The kettle blew and lifted high, And poured into the cup, With that to see it’s bottom by, And so the pot spoke up. “Pardon me to even know, For I don’t mean to meddle, But you are all black down below,” The pot said to...

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